The past is a horrible ghost... Once in a while, it likes to come back to haunt you... Through mediums that you would least expect... And for me, it juz feels like my past has crept up slowly, catching up, engulfing, taking over, absorbing and eating me... So much so, i can't do anything but to go with the flow... The flow of negative emotions.... The 'what if's, the 'maybe's, the 'i should have's and the 'i shouldnt have's.... Yes, i know its the past, and i shld throw down these burdens and continue on with life... But sometimes they grow legs, and follow you... They grow chains, and cling on you... Dragging you down, making you look back, making you stop and wonder how did the past connect with you... The past is a phantom...

Listening to music frm jay chou's movie... Love piano pieces... At least those that are playing... They display so much emotion... To the untrained ear, it is juz music.... But i deem it more... Its an outright burst of emotions... With brilliant flashes of joy, to the darkness of sorrow... Music and life, how similar can they get?