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It's Madness

Hello Monday, off a good start, friend of mine sent me this email & I thought it'd be nice if I share with you all =D
Especially dedicated to my friend Siz.. Never ever give up & keep on trying ☺


It is MADNESS...

To hate all roses because you got scratched with one thorn...

To give up on your dreams because one didn't come true...

To lose faith in prayers because one was not answered...

To give up on your efforts because one of them failed...

To condemn all your friends because one betrayed you...

Not to believe in LOVE because someone was unfaithful or didn't love you back...

To throw away all your chances to be happy, because you didn't succeed on the first attempt...


I hope as you go on your way, you don't give in to madness...


Remembering always...


Anoher CHANCE may came up,
Another FRIEND,
A new LOVE,
A renewed STRENGTH...

Be persistent, look for hapiness in every way...


The sure path to failure is to give up. It is often through failure that future success come...

Keep Trying !!!

God Bless You




Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Sinyal Bagus XL, Nyambung Teruuusss...!

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Demetrius said…
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siz said…
i've tried.
what's the different anyway..
jujurny amah udah desperately hopeless tan..
i do believe that everything's gonna be great in His time..tapi entah lah ada yg membuat gua stuck d sini..
going nowhere dan terpuruk.
Intan Juliana said…
Sis, I can't help you if you don't help yourself.. So the answer to your confusion is right in your heart, you just have to dig it a little deeper and be honest. If you're uncomfortable of this situation, then why not fight against it and prove them wrong?
I know it's not easy, but I'm sure you're a tough girl ☺
Intan Juliana said…
And please, read every sentence of those proverb very carefully, let your heart involve. Cos when I down, somehow I find it relieved me and burn the long gone spirit that I once had :) I wish you can feel what I feel..

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