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KEEPING MY SANITY

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I believe that many people have reasons why they write in diaries/journals/blogs.:P Hey, I can even list some of those here pretty easy: 1."I just love writing. It's my hobby." 2.I think too much. If I don't do something really constructive and productive about it, I am afraid that my poor head will soon explode!*big evil grin* 3."I write better than I talk, and I don't feel like wasting other people's precious time listening (and waiting impatiently) to my stutterings. That's awfully embarrassing!" 4."Not everybody in the world can always accept brutal honesty. That's what I am truly aware of." 5."I feel that the world is slowly lacking sympathy.:( Still, you know what to do when nobody bothers to at least spend a little time to listen to your problems." 6."I can be my own heroine in my own storybook!";D 7.... ...and the list could go on forever. However, I'd like to sum it all up with my own reason these days: "This is my way of keeping my sanity." ......................... *big evil grin* Yes, people. That's right. I am seriously addicted to writing. This has been my therapy. You may and may not like what I write in here. That is truly up to you. Besides, I am just here to present my point of view. So, welcome to my world. The Author

GRANDPA'S SURPRISE GIFT :'-)

11/2/2007

Do you believe in God's miracles?:)
I do. I mean, always have and always will. Yesterday, I was once again reminded of God's glory.
It was raining quite a lot yesterday. It was pretty much windy too. While I was still at work, Grandpa's male nurse Mr.Slamet suddenly gave me a summon from Grandpa. Since it was still dead quiet in the restaurant and only Dad was around, I left my desk for a while. I approached Grandpa who'd been sitting on the front porch. Not wanting the soft but quick raindrops to hit him, I stood in front of him to literally block them. He'd looked up and smiled at me. Then he asked Mr.Slamet to bring him his wallet. The next thing I knew, Grandpa handed me a Rp.50,000 bill...for an early birthday gift.
*gasps*:O
OMG.
Then, Grandpa's smile slowly faded. He'd looked as if he was about to cry anytime soon, so I quickly held his wrinkly hand and kissed its back --- holding back my own tears.
"Thank you, Grandpa." And I'm sorry for not caring for you that much.:'-( I love you.
Then, Mr.Slamet led Grandpa back to his room. I just stood there for a moment, holding the bill and staring at the gloomy sky.
Alhamdulillah...:'-)