{"id":313,"date":"2007-10-20T06:56:00","date_gmt":"2007-10-20T06:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/laimayleng.com\/blog\/?p=313"},"modified":"2007-10-20T06:56:00","modified_gmt":"2007-10-20T06:56:00","slug":"just-me-smiling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.laimayleng.com\/blog\/just-me-smiling\/","title":{"rendered":"Just Me, Smiling"},"content":{"rendered":"

It was a Sunday afternoon, rather a cloudy day. I sat comfortably on the sofa. The sounds of the air condition blower whistles away in the silence of the living room. I held the unfamiliar Astro remote controller and started channel surfing. I don’t remember the last time I sat in front of a tv. The new channel number feels alienated to me. My comfort zone was disturbed as I started hunting for my favorite channel. I pressed 70 and the black screen stares blankly at me. It doesn’t seem to respond to me. Without much choice, I hit the program arrow button. HBO. Pirates of the Caribbean. Ok, I figured I could burn time with this despite having watched the show before.<\/p>\n

Jack Sparrow opens the chest and finds the heart beating. At that moment in time, my thought lingers on elsewhere. I was wondering where I kept my own heart. Has it been locked in a chest too? If so, where have I hid the chest and who has the key? I felt numb. My hands trembled in fear. There was a heavy silence in my heart. It wasn’t beating. I wasn’t breathing.<\/p>\n

As I sat inching through my lifeless breathing rhythm, I looked out the window and saw the sun shining through the silver lining. The sun is out. The dark clouds are gone. Suddenly, I felt a pulse. Slowly, a surge of emotions filled my spine. A tingling sensation brought my knees weak. I felt overwhelmed.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Jack Sparrow’s face is still flashing in front of me. He uttered his lines. I hear nothing. I am in a world of my own, a world where I knew no pain or suffering. Only sunshine in the sky. I find myself smiling. For no apparent reason. Just me, smiling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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