One more stage, then I'll be a freeman. I won't scream out loud for now, but once it's done I may be not do it for real, but I believe, whoever sees me, they thought I am. So, counting days... You know, the feeling when you finally got up, and face back all the problems you encountered while you were too-young-too-dumb-to realize days and clean them up. First, it's good you know, to face it, and deal with it and finally it's cleaned. With your own friggin' effort(with HIS help too, of course). That satisfaction, is real. Haha. I'm just glad. So, once it's over(InsyaAllah), I can finally think of a new move in my life, ang get it done. I'm a happy person now. Alhamdulillah. Nothing can change that, unless I sense a threat to destroy this happiness, The best part of being too-young-too-dumb-to-realize is, it makes me a human. Those dark experiences gave me the ability to identify my priorities in life as a whole. Eventhough much of those mi