Breezes of freedom starts blowing..
The dark night starts to fade.. The light struggles to embrace the horizon..
The hope is shining..
The dream is blooming..
And I step forward, toward my goals.
Where the Preparatory Year ends, my life begins!
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Sorry Agatha Christie. "Endless Night" doesn't exist.
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The shadows of my dream are being colored. Just like when the sunlight breaks into my dark room, my dream is trying gradually to sneak into my life.
I can see it clearly - My dream is not only a dream anymore.
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Year after another, sweet and sour days all pass.
As much as I go forward, my memories take me back. Simply put, I can't stop remembering.
Only my memories can push me forward, show me what I achieved, and guide me to my goals. They can tell me my favorite story, with all its details - a story that's my joy, sorrow, and pain.
I may write it here, someday!
Updated: 5/17/2012
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