Christine Tjia

It was a dark and stormy morning.

The sky gets dark in seconds as if someone has twitched heaven's light switch. The wind growling up against you. Regardless of how low I hold my umbrella, needles of rain would still bear down from an angle and in split of seconds, I'm drenched.

Grasping strongly on the umbrella against the wind, juggling with bag on the shoulder, feeling the wetness on yr leather shoes sipping into your socks - is just not the way to start a brand new day!

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