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A Review

I was happy that one of my friend said that my blog was quite an inspiration :)
I never wrote for 'fame' or to be known.
All I wanna do is, well, write something, anything, to express my deepest thought.
But if my deepest thought could be useful for others, then maybe I should give seminars or such..
KIDDING.
I'm more like a 'behind the scene' person :)


Anyway I was rummaging through my earlier posts
and found this one..

I'm still in the middle to find the cure.
Sometimes I think I've been over the edge.
I have passed.
But another dream came by.
And I realized I haven't been healed. Completely.
I think it's the process. Of time. And pray. A lot of prays.
Maybe I can cure myself. Or do I need anybody to do it for me?
Maybe one day I'll woke up and smile.
Because years passed and everything's okay.
Maybe one day I'll woke up and smile.
Because I've been sleeping on someone else's arms.

Ohmy.. I was so emo at that time. Shame on me! LOL

But really, seing my 'mellow' post above, I started to realize that I was quite right.
That all I need to recover is time. And patience.

I learned that being 'healed' doesn't mean I forget everything.
It's just when I do remember, it doesn't hurt anymore.
I have no more 'dreams'. I shed no more tears.
I'm being me again.

And you know what, I really wake up with a smile on my face.

But about the part of 'someone else's arms'... Hmmm..
Let's say that, que sera sera.
What I do believe is God work in mysterious ways indeed.
Just do our best day by day,
you'll get through ANYTHING in one piece :P

....and keep the hope up, my friend!





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