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About Silverlining
♥ I know, I know. The site ain't silver at all. But you see, what I meant by silverlining is that which we see over dark skies after the rain. Cliche-ish, I know, but well, that's the ideaâ??that in every story, there's always a silverlining somewhere.
♥ These are mere attempts at retelling true-to-life stories about love, friendship and faith with a touch of anonymity. The stories are not all mine, and may not be about me. I say you'd even be surprised, 'coz one of them could be YOUR story. Or one of the characters could be YOU. Now that's the fun part.Ã?
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♥ Wherever you are, you can come back home anytime. I'll be waiting.
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Quoteworthy
♥ "I used to believe we write our own stories, but each time we think we know the end... we don't. Perhaps destiny exsists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and the peace that comes from knowing that you just cant know it all. Life's funny that way. Once
you let go of the wheel, you end up right where you belong."
~ The Little Black Book
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Entries in category "Faith"
January 28, 2006 | 02:57 AM | Comment
One Question
And there it goes again, the gnawing question that wakes me in the morning and sends me off to sleep at night.
Is this what I really want?
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January 12, 2006 | 01:50 PM | Comment
Coffee Date
She waited at the cofee shop. She agreed to meet with a friend at 7pm. She didn't have her mobile phone, she didn't have a watch either.
What she had were questions.
What time could it be?
Where on earth could she be?
What could be taking her so long?
She strummed her fingers on the coffee table. Sipped her frap. Scribbled on her Starbucks receipt. Watched them LaSalle-jacket-clad dudes. Bit her fingernails.
Finally, she raised a white flag in defeat.
"So hey, Lord," she began. "You want me alone to Yourself huh?"
The night was young but already, she got what she went there for.
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