it is the last few moments in my first stopover.. nothing more to do.. just looking around at the people around me... some are smiling as ever, some are busy doing the last touch up for their multi-media and websites, some are taking pictures among themselves, some are people like me whom have specifically no special or hard feelings on this last day...
as i grow older, bidding good bye to the old life seems to have little impact on me.. does that make me a person without feelings? 30 more mins and all of us here are going our serparate ways... some of our paths will cross again in the future, others are 2 lines that had intercepted, drifting further and further apart.. how many people here would continue to play a part in my life journey, how many would classify me as a history of their lifes? i guess none of us are sure at this moment...
i sincerely hope that some day down the years, our paths can meet again.. somehow, somewhere...
