Back In Time

Have you ever had those moments that time all of a sudden stop and you feel like you are brought back in time?

Those are the moments when everything seem so familiar.

Those are the moments when it feels like things happened just yesterday but in fact they happened long before yesterday---the feeling of so close yet so far away.

Dejavu, a beautiful French word which literally means 'already seen'.

We have an equally beautiful phrase in Chinese, having the exact meaning. 

Human experiences surpasses races as well as time, don't they?

A dejavu brings back precious memories that are as light and short-lived as fog and as fragile as a soap bubble.

Whenever I come across such striking moment which always seem like to bring me back in time with its magical power, I get so taken away that I find myself holding my breath or breathe as softly as possible.

Those moments are so precious that I fear that the sound of myself breathing could break the moment and bring me back to reality.

Yesterday I had a few moments like that. 

So overwhelming that they made me speechless.

I was brought back in time in just a split of a second.

It seems like it was just yesterday that I was a student (and I still like to be one), but I could barely remember how it feels like to be one----so familiar but somehow so different now.

Interesting how a change in identity changes a person in just a very short period of time.
I knew time passes and life goes on, but I savored every second of my mental journey of going-back-to-the-past.

While certain things and people change as time passes, I'm glad certain things and people don't.
Reading at my withdrawing room, still one of my favourite and most soothing things to do.
The scent in the air, the sound of typing on a keyboard, the funny sounds that smart phones gives off, the comfortable silence, the calmness that is so pleasant and precious.

The familiarity of a dejavu gave me something that I have been lacking these days----
a deep sense of security as I shut the outside world out and a moment of peace though perhaps a temporary one.
It feels like time stopped but the truth is time flies.
Open and dive in a book, a few short chats and the next thing I know is that hours have passed.

My journey back in time empowered me.
As I was leaving the familiar place, back to the outside world filled with strangers' faces, I felt peaceful. So much better and more ready for the unknown.
Dusk is the time when feelings and thoughts are particularly powerful.

My mind wandered free with random thoughts.
But having a better mood means my brain comes up with nicer thoughts.

One of the many thoughts I had on my way back home was the flawless and timeless Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.
Earphones plugged in, the voice of Frank Sinatra brought me on yet another journey back in time--the time that I wish I were born into.
The good old glamorous times when manners mattered, when men were gentlemen and women were ladies, when music was better and dance was an art.
I'm very stubborn for certain things and values that sometimes I find myself an alien in this modern but rotten world.
You may say I'm old-fashioned in certain ways, but this is just me. :)

Oh Fred and Ginger, watching them dance is such a delight.
I could watch them hours and still feel amused.

The Way You Look Tonight

Cheek to Cheek

A journey back in time brings back memories so pleasant that I am grateful and humbled.
I dedicate this post to people who I can never seem to thank enough, for simply being in my life and making it so much better. :)

Love,
N