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5.1.09 @ 10:56 hmm, i don't know why, but i always have difficulty locating the Straits Times in the office. i always spot last year's papers. i want new news, not old news, thank you very much. the Straits Times is eluding me! help! haha. i think in this new year, one of the first things that i should sort out are *drum roll please* my thoughts. i should learn not to be easily influenced by what people say or do. sometimes i feel that i'm easily influenced into thinking a certain way by people around me. i keep telling myself not to, but to no avail. i must not be influenced by words. i was on a road on a breezy sunny afternoon, suddenly came the dark clouds barricading me from the sun. droplets started falling from the sky. i look up, only to realise those are not water droplets, but pieces of ice. those beautiful pieces of ice falling from the sky. oh yes, they hurt when i'm hit, but they sure are beautiful. the ice hit me, i realise i've to let go and get out of there. i run, but it's all too late now, i'm already hurt. the storm has already started. dark clouds swirling above me, winds growling louder by the second. in a matter of seconds, it has hit the ground. i run and i hide, thinking i'll be spared. but i'm sucked up high into the tornado, spinning non stop, debris whacking me in the head. heck, they hurt like crap. if i could wake up and slap myself silly, thinking that it's a dream, it'd be good. but it's not. all that's real. i've been hurt, battered, no way of reversing that. i need to stop thinking, even if it's for a moment. thoughts are making me go way further than i be quiet now, and soak in the tranquility. with love, xoxo |