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assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh :)

hi, call me imra/imok. 24. i'm a/an: ENFP, muslimah, wife, proud indonesian, dentist (wannabe), parents-complex daughter, and part-timer otaku.

this daily journal is basically a small window of my life. i write about everything, whether it's important or not. sometimes, it's not even serious. so don't expect too much from this blog. don't try to judge me based on my writings, because i'm much more complicated than you could imagine. and i never mean to hurt anyone by my words, so pardon me if somehow i offended you. last but not least, i've been writing here for more than 5 years, people changes, so do i. thanks, happy reading.
Dec 17, 2014
mama



with one of my ultimate bestfriend. my only bestfriend who will smile widely towards any jokes, even for the unfunny one. i called her mama, while i've been called as ibuk. not a long time ago, she vowed to be someone's bride. and when i hugged her in her wedding ceremony, i almost couldn't hold my tears. i'm soooo happy yet so confused. we used to spend our time in musholla, waiting for our turn to play table tennis in the downstairs. or just spending quality time together under acacia trees in front of my school. it feels like, not a long time ago we were laughing together without even imagining this moment. the moment when one of us wished each other happiness in our wedding.

i'm so proud of her. nothings can describe my feelings towards her better than those words. may Allah always bless your family ma :")

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