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Monday, September 08, 2003


Breathe..... 

Today has been a hectic day.

There are two events tomorrow and I am involved in the preparations of both. Calling up the media, sending out invitations, preparing media briefing books, name tags.....etc. Plus, there's also a launch in Malaysia on Wednesday that I am coordinating.

How refreshing.

I didn't exactly have the time to sit down and twiddle my thumbs and I felt pretty good. There's a certain sense of purpose and a clear feeling of jubilation, knowing that everything I have done will go towards creating an event.

Even after tuition today, I wasn't tired and drained as I used to be. I was listening to my beloved iPod (which now comes in 20 and 40GB formats!), listening to an aptly named playlist "grrrrl power!" when the jangly guitar strains of Michelle Branch's Breathe rang in my ears.

All of a sudden, I wanted to fly, I wanted to taste rain on my tongue and I wanted to just throw my arms out and spin round and round until I grow dizzy. I wanted to race home, laughing and flinging my arms out. I wanted to dance on the road and sing as loudly as I wanted to. I wanted to jump up and punch my fists into the air.

And I did.

Not everything, of course. I started running, running as fast as I could in my filmsy heels. I ran and ran, hanging on to my handbag and pressing my earphones into my ears so that they wouldn't fall out. And I didn't even care that some old ladies were sitting on the benches at the roundabout, looking at me as if I was mad.

I was happy. For that exhilarating moment, I was happy and reckless. And it felt good.

And I take it just a little bit
I hold my breath and count to ten
I've been waiting for a chance to let you in

If I just breathe
How do you fill the space in between?
Oh no, everything is alright
Breathe
Every little piece of me
You'll see
Everything is alright
If I just breathe


Sometimes, all we need is just to take a step back and take a breather.

Ooh....and it's starting to rain......

yAnn at 9/08/2003 11:19:00 PM

"Compared with me, a tree is immortal;

And a flowerhead not tall, but more startling

And I want one's longevity and the other's daring."

-- Sylvia Plath's "I am Vertical"