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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.
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Mar 17, 2011

for every time you weep over bad things that coming in your way,
for every time you go berserk whenever stress gets all over you,
just stop and take a deep breath. then, think.
perhaps, a while ago when youve been draining your tears because of the bad grade that you got or you cussed over your unfaithful partner,
somebody on the other side of the world is in a worse situation. a car crash, fell over, or death.
bad things happen all the time. the degree is sometimes infinite. and always, always remember that youre luckier than some people even though bad luck seems to strike you more than once, or twice. sometimes more.
let me share something.
hear me out.

like other girls, i dream of the same thing.
i want to be happy. i want to love and have my very own sweet love story.
i want to get married and have cute kids. i want to cook and bake with my main man and my adorable kids. i want my own family photo for every occassion, all year around.
i want to travel the world with them.
i want to be referred to as 'mrs. xxx'.
i want to have such life.
my whole life, ive never been that healthy. i was alright some time ago but as the years, the ups and downs passed,
ive developed this permanent health condition which disallowed me to be like a full-bloomed woman i ought to be.
i cant get pregnant.
there, i said it. knowing that, you couldnt really imagine how crushed am i.
i know, some (most) people say it's too early to predict this.
it is very true. Allah's miracles work in zillions ways.
but, whilst getting to that,
i somehow feel that im not as worthy as anybody else.
(plus, i havent found my mr. right yet hehe)
having to go to the hospital on weekly basis is very tiring.
extremely tiring.
aite, end.

the reason why im writing all that is,
to let you guys know that youre better in every way.
all those bad things that happen are mostly external, so,
they're workable, fixable.
dont sweat.

p/s: im super bored.

from this comfy hospital bed,