God banned suicides from his paradise--heaven, I wonder why. What is the difference between those people and others?  Are they any less kind and caring than others? Are they less responsible and sensible than others? Do they love their family and friends any less than any of the boring people? Do they not pay tax?

Some music are just like some people, they have the ability to dig into your heart, to tear up your mask, to melt you. When you hear someone’s voice, your heart starts to jump; when you listen to your music, your memories start to flow. You cant really remember everything about that someone special, but you know you will never forget them, just like you cant remember the lyrics, but you will always remember that song. And  many many many years later, when you hear the same melody again, you will remember how you felt today.

To those people whom I loved dearly in my life.

• You came into my life years ago, you left years ago, I cant even picture your face anymore, a pair of glasses, that is all.

• The same picture I kept in my memories for years. A cold winter afternoon, a warm cosy bedroom. We were lying on the bed, talking. The sun was out there, you had never been so close, you were right there.

• I cant really remember much about you anymore, I guess my brain just blocked that bit of memory, honestly we were not happy. But I always remember your favourite colour is blue.

• When I drink cappuccino, it just keeps reminding me you said this to me” why do you stir all the froth away? It’s the best bit”

My heart still hurts so badly very now and then. I just have to close my eyes to concentrate on breathing. It feels like any minette from now on I would just give up on everything.

The surrounding is so quiet; it’s so quiet that you could hear everything.