i'm starting to feel the strain.
i'm sure the power-ranger would be glad to know,
that its from the back of my arms,
or whatever muscle they call it.
i just cant be bothered to wikipedia it.

i'm almost done with chickensoup.
(for the mother's soul)
i know, laugh at me.
i'm never going to be a mother.
(unless a trip to thailand is the midst of planning)
still, why should i read for the mother's soul anyways?!

let's just say that i've run out of books.
and i havent read it in a long time.

i finally understand why the call the series 'chicken soup'
or 'chicken soup for the soul' at the beginning.
its cos it heals the soul.
through anecdotes and little stories,
you suddenly realise how blessed you are,
or that there's someone out there who shares the same pain.

throughout the numerous times i read the book,
it is only now at the age of nineteen,
my eyes well up with tears upon reading the stories.
i don't know why,
its the same words, the same stories,
but yet, it suddenly becomes a little clearer.

a little excerpt which meant something different to me now.
(completely irrelevant to what i said above)

" i haven't forgotten what it's like to be young -
all the hopes and anxieties and the overwhelming sensation
that everything you do is going to advance or wreck your life.
no in-betweens when you're young."

it suddenly says alot.
i'll probably look back at this 5/10 years from now,
and laugh at what i'm doing.
and fully understand what that excerpt means.
ohh, the innocence of being young
and having the world of time at ur feet,
free of stresses and challenges.

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