Mid Night Reflection

It is 3.02 am. I still don't feel like sleeping.

Okay, okay, I admit actually I'm waiting for Desperate Housewives to buffer (internet connection at night's sooooo sloooow =_=)

So, while waiting, I went to wash my face and brush my teeth.

I have recently changed my tooth brush because the old one had been spoiled.

Then I realized I've bought a brush for sensitive teeth.

The hair brush was softer than on the ordinary one.

When I accidentally brushed my gums, it didn't hurt even a bit, unlike my old one that give me blisters gums.

Didn't know what's gotten into me, I found some kind of connection between the softer brush and life.

For instance, if you got used to study hard all the time (definitely NOT me), when holiday comes you would feel like the burden had been lifted from your shoulder.

Just like my old brush that has been changed with the softer one.

On the contrary, if all you did was slacking, slacking, AND slacking, when it's exam's date grew nearer, you would feel like screaming "OH SH*T. am I suppose to read and REMEMBER all these??" and you can procrastinate NO MORE.

Now, that must be what I feel like if I change back to the ordinary tooth brush.

Hurt like hell (in the tooth brush case, I'm a bit exaggerating. But I don't think I am in the exam's case. LOL)

Those conditions were common for human being, right?

I mean, if your life is easy and you got absolutely nothing to worry about, when misery comes you'll be caught off-guard. You wouldn't know how to react because you have not been trained in such circumstances.

But if your life is tough and the road above you seems bumpy, when happiness comes you'll be, well, superhappy. Because you have struggling through the worse :) and you know you've got nothing to be afraid of. You're a survivor.

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For all my friends who will face final exams.

Be a survivor. STUDY HARRRRDDDDDDD.

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