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April 27, 2007
Breathe
Wind and rain seems never a good combination. Yet it is a good excuse for my feeling blue.
I have been running for a while, my rhythm of breathing can’t match my pace of running. I need to breathe. Stop and breathe.
Walking through a moving crowd underground, I saw no one. The whole world was just a moving background, only I and my iPod existed. Damien Rice was whispering “ Accidental babies” …
Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?
Damien Rice. Blower’s Daughter. Closer. I have an urge to watch that movie for the 5th time. Who said women were not logical? I was impulsively logical and logically impulsive. I walked to 3 music stores to get this DVD. Finally. Yes. That would be perfect for a gloomy Friday, for a woman who needed to breathe, in her own world.
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April 8, 2007
I think of you
Among the whistling crowd, I am calm and distant, watching Gregory Charles' show " I think of you". I like him and I always enjoy him, however unlike the screaming girls around me, I am not excited. In fact I can't recall when was last time I was absolutely thrilled. That idea scares me. Is it because I have seen so much and nothing could easily get me excited or because I have lost my passion in some way?
The light dims, the piano tunes in, and he starts to sing" Promise that you love me". Sitting in the dark, I feel that a tear runs by my face. A string in my heart is just gently touched and I have absolutely no idea why, or maybe sometimes we just don't need explanations.
At that moment, I think of you.
I think of all men in my life whom I have loved and who have loved me, who have taught me what love is and how to love in different ways, who have made me experience the ecstasy of wanting someone, of longing for someone, of belonging to someone, who also have made me go through the suffering, the pain and eventually broke my heart. I think of you, with gratitude.
As a photo freak,surprisingly I haven't clicked much. All the images that go through my head along the music are though still vivid. No one knows, that this special moment, I am crying in the dark, to celebrate my growth.
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Dream and Reality
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