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Friday, September 02, 2005
WHATS THE STORY?
Everyday, I have to walk a solid 15 mins from the mrt station to my office. Throughout the journey, there was NO so call SHELTER at all. I have to drag my foot passing by terrace houses (rumah orang2 kaya) before I can really sit on my comfort chair. I really miss the luxury when dear hubby used to sent and fetch me. That was long long story. Anyway what I am trying to story here is about this morning. The morning glory. So as usual the legs do the moving, the mind do the thinking, the mouth do the talking, the eyes do the looking, the ears do the listening and then vrosssssssshhhhhhh the water coming down from the sky. You get what I mean? So the brain is panicking. The foot is hurting. The legs have to make extra effort and then a kind soul appeared from one of the terrace house offering a tool. A useful tool for the whole body to use to carry on with a safe journey. A touching moment. A blessing. A big thanks to the kind soul and then the body continue with the journey. The water stop pouring the moment the legs reach the doorstep. Whatever it is, the damage has been done. The water loves the upper part of the body so much that it rest for a while to accompany the unlucky soul. It will stay there maybe for another hour or two.
So what is the moral of the story???
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A career woman. Happily married to A.
Crazy in luv. Sentimental. . . . .
and all she ever wanted is PEACE. .
