My first post as a Steemian : "A Weird Introductory Blog of a Weird Human"

22nd Day of February
On the 22nd day of Februarybegins the existence of her life conveyed in poetry.Skinny, pale and weeping,surrounded with people in white was a female being.
She weighed seven pounds but not too precise,nursed by her mother with milk that can suffice.She was named after the jumbling of names from the Bible,"IRAH," her parents exclaimed in chorus that it was final.
Heroism, intrepidity and vigor -these are gargantuan words that describe a real winner. However and not too long, she grew scared, frail and meek,she was like a falling petal from a rose that is weak.
Followed by her voice in shrills and screamsis a pitch that blows into extremes.No one understands, no one wants to hear,the voice that is longing for a company of her every tear.
And that voice turns into silence,exhausted by the pain of negligence from her dependence. She isolates herself from everything else in introversion,scared enough to depart her shell - her comfort zone and face rejection.
Deep down, she introspects with thoughts on her own,"Life does not have to be this way," she whispered alone.In every darkness comes light; in every storm comes a rainbow;and perhaps in every bad thing comes light as hope that turns aglow.
Now, she stands on the ground of legality,caught up by the realization that every life has its own beauty.She now knows these imperfections are simply epitomes of artthat she must come to hone or accept its every part.
Then that shrilling voice turns into a flowing sound,a mellifluous melody that can make a dear listener astound.Her voice, juxtaposed with pleasant musicis a perfectly tuned instrument that streams out acoustic.
Silence that was welled up by her tears did not bring her down,comforted by the realm of ink and pages she considers as her hometown.She may be silenced by the weariness from her tears,but never by the power of art and written words casting out her fears.
Little by little she now truly comprehendsthat life was not meant for despairing ends.For it meant discovering its vast purpose and meaning,no matter how big the adversities, she never stopped believing.
On the 22nd day of Februarybegins her new life conveyed in poetry.Quirky, blissful and leaping,for every journey deserves to experience the taste of a happy ending.

Bonjour! What's cracking? I would like to apologize for the long and boring introduction of my introductory post. Now let me get this straight! But before anything else, I would like to thank steemit for giving me the opportunity to become part of this wonderful community and for giving me the opportunity to share my post and to explore other people's posts as well. I would also like to express my gratitude to you, yes you, dear reader! Thank you for stopping by here!

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So, hello once again! I am Irah Jaim, often called as bing or bing-bing. I've been living in the country entitled as the Pearl of the Orient Seas! Basically, the poem I've just written speaks about my self and my personality. I was born on the 22nd of February and my mother told me I looked skinny and fragile the moment she gave birth and literally, I was a crying baby!

(Me as a dying fetus)
Growing up, I used to be this shy-type girl who barely gives responses to strangers. Sometimes, I would get that tiring and sickening feeling trying to interact and socialize with other people in fact, I even labelled myself as an introvert and sometimes an extrovert (only whenever I get too hyped at certain circumstances) so definitely, that labels me now as an ambivert. There are those times when I've faced too much of literally everything and the only thing that gives me the best comfort is my room. In my room, I can be myself. I can look ugly, stay natural and do things at my own pace. I've surrounded myself long with books, music, strings of guitar, notebooks, paint, pens and food. I don't even mind isolating myself all day long in my room just to re-watch and finish the whole four seasons of the TV show Victorious (weird).

(Me as a cat) (DISCLAIMER: I do not own this GIF. Credits to google images.)
However the queen of felines said unto me, "You must go to the world and explore its wonders!" and she pushed me away from my habitat! Enough to drag me off to a place of realization! The queen of felines then told me to be the best that I can be.

THE REBIRTH! (From a nice girl to a bad girl real quick lol jk)
Nope! She meant that I should be the best that I can be - I should be myself even from the outside!

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Having been a bookworm slash bibliophile, I have also started writing my own stories. Long ago, writing diaries or journals is a way to relieve my stress and I tried writing my own wattpad story too, but unfortunately I realized soon enough that it was just plain insipid and cliché. Apart from that, music and singing have always been fun and fascinating to me, albeit the mediocrity seems inevitable. The love of art and photography also remained in my heart in spite of being mediocre at it too - again.
Anyway, I think that pretty sums up everything but you're probably asking how and why I ended up here at steemit. This was all because of my brother @chuuuckie who introduced to me this brand new stupendous way of sharing thoughts and positivity through blogs, vlogs and whatnot. Here are some of the things that you can expect from my blog:

• write-ups (non-fic, fic, poetry, reviews, random)
• random art
• photographs
• music
• vlogs (soon, I guess?)

So, I guess that's it for my introductory blog! I hope you did enjoy reading! Thank you so much! I hope you'll have a fabulous day!

This has been @incredibleirah,
a blogger-wannabe
and a cheese-lover!