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i'd love to take you for a ride.


There is no better school than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve my performance next time. Never again will I contribute to my downfall by refusing to face the truth and learn from my past mistakes. Because I know: gems cannot shine without polish, and I can not perfect myself without hardship.

Now I know that there are no times in life when opportunity, the chance to be and do gathers so richly about my soul when it has to suffer cruel adversity. Then everything depends on whether I raise my head or lower it in seeking help. Whenever I am struck down, in the future, by any terrible defeat, I will inquire of myself, after the first pain has passed, how I can turn that adversity into good. What a great opportunity that moment may present……to take the bitter root I am holding and transform it into fragrant garden of flowers.




Welcome to my blog.
There's a lot of story here so bring along
your memory box as I take you for a ride.
Click on the 9 puzzle pictures at the left
to navigate around my blog.

I am a childish girl living in my world.
to profile, entries and tagboard.
You shall click on all of them to
explore my little world.

And if you are the malicious person,
click on the red little button with 'X'.
cos' we shall say goodbye.