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hey :) the name is amalina but im cool with mali.
or whatever nice.
im pretty laid-back.
im never serious.
haha well yea so get annoyed.
im a kid at heart, maybe a hippie too.
talk to me.
get to know me.
only then you can judge me.
January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 December 2010 January 2011 February 2011 March 2011 April 2011 May 2011 June 2011

Jun 24, 2010

i wish i could pour my heart out and write everything that's been bothering me, but i just cant.
but it's okay.
really, it is alright :)
sometimes, it is better for us to share our happiness to the world instead of our sadness and misery.
though that sounds unlikely.
my life, so far, is defined with only one word.
haha yea, i do have some sort of a balance in my life.
not the typical work-hard-play-hard kind of stuff but more like,
things went great, then things go downhill the next.
but again,
it's okay.
i believe in reasons.
sometimes, good thing comes to our life as a prize for our good deeds (thus far) or a lesson in-progress along the way.
but then, often, the good things gone bad. as if, we're crashed with a bad mojo.
well, don't sweat it.
sometimes, it is because of "to err is human" or perhaps, as a reminder; a teacher.
i dont have it all- i cant always get what i want.

but it's okay. ive been alright.