READ ONLY IF BORED.
Should have gotten my friends to do it for me since they love it so much. FREE LABOUR! haha!
DID learn ALOT through scrubbing it from black to brown to orange.
The stains were stubborn. I tried so hard to get them off. First with "POWER WASH" washing powder, then "BELL STAIN REMOVER". NOTHING HAPPENED. Hell was it.
The STAINS remained. The DIRT never left.
I scrubbed so damn hard for some time, STILL, nothing happened.
Was at the verge of giving up. Maybe I should just get a new one I thought.
_________ SIDETRACK.
I sat by the toilet, upset that my crumpler's never gonna be clean ever again.
I thought of my life.
Many stains and scars remained. They were like the stains on my bag, I never could get them off. No matter how hard I tried, they still remained. It never went away and I gave up on it. It haunted me from then. Just like how I threw my bag at the corner of the room, not wanting to use it cause it's dirty though I love it so much.
Somehow, life seems to be filled with all sorts of trouble and issues that will leave scars and stains that are all so stubborn. They just accumulate and stay till the day you get sick and tired of all, you try to get them all away.
The stronger ones persevere. They grow stronger. While others, they give up and some resulted in ending their lives. Just like throwing my bag away. Also known as the easy way out.
There were such phases in my life. Things just don't go my way, everything's in a mess, you just don't know what to do. The hurt, the misery, they left scars. The bad memories left stains. You hope that life will just end at that every moment. That everything will just change. Still, nothing happened.
__________BACKTRACK.
I thought for long, thinking of ways to remove them.
I looked to the corner of the kitchen and found DYNAMO!
I practically poured 2 cups of it on my bag. Scrubbed my way through hoping those ugly stains will just come off. Without thinking, I poured another half cup of liquid into the washing machine and threw my bag in. I left the rest to my washing machine.
Cut the story short, MR ORANGE CRUMPLER turned out shinny and sparkling.
___________Moral of the story.
There will definitely be stains and scars left in us. With my own strength, I did try to get them off, still, they stayed. I persevered. Scrubbing alone didn't help. The washing machine did a wonderful job. And I'm glad I left the rest to it. I just had to pick it up when it's done.
Just like us, we may been hurt once, twice or some say their life time. Persevere and not let go. God's in control. Do your part and leave the rest to Him. He will take care of all, be still in His arms.
There is nothing our God cannot do.
Philippians 4:13 - I can do all things through Christ who strenghtens me.
*dedicated to my friend out there. God loves.