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Friday, November 20, 2009


recently, i just added a new song album into my iTunes. The Yellow Room. featuring a pianist, Yiruma. his songs and compositions are similar to those piano tracks you hear at the Changi Airport. i was listening to it and it felt like the whole world stopped. and the only thing that i felt was my heart beat. yes, that's what i feel at that point of time. the moment everything stopped. the moment nothing is in your mind. and freedom is what we call it.

what i felt the other night. it felt so strange. it doesn't seem to be me. it's not even me. because i know myself better than anyone else. my mind, it wasn't mine. my heart, wasn't a heart. my soul, wandered off while i was wide awake. why did that brief moment happen? you know it when you're not yourself. it felt so... cold. like there's nothing you can think of. nothing happy. nothing sad. just emptiness. but it felt so free. you can walk on water. you can touch the clouds. you can open your arms and rise up into the air. but you have no emotions. at all.

oh! reminiscences, good or bad, i love it. those who made me cry, those who i made them cry. those who shared laughter with me, those who shared sorrows with me. those who held my heart and those who i held their hearts. every single thing. every single LITTLE things. was the ones which made a BIG difference in each of our lives.



let's walk through the terminals and embrace each other's presence, love.

1:42 AM

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