Memories

This is one of the more mushy posts, so quit while you can :)

Maybe it's because it was so recent, or maybe because it's when I first made so many new things, but matriculation holds most of my memories, some happy, some sad. Anyway, it's nice to get that feeling again, remembering things feels like wrapped in warm blankets on a stormy evening... You feel so safe and comfy, and nothing will make you leave that. If you know what I mean.

Songs, especially, link me back to the past. Right now, listening to Katy Perry's Thinking of You, it reminds me of lonely days I spent outing alone. I was walking alone in the huge mall (Jusco Penang I think) and this song came up. I was eating an orange lollipop, walking alone, nothing to do... and I bit the lolly. It broke, and gashed the roof of my mouth. I bled, and went into the huge, empty restroom and there's this cleaner guy crouching on the floor, head between his knees. He said nothing, and neither did I. Washed my blood, and went out again.

I saw Pink's Who Knew MV just now, and it reminded me of the night I had a tonsil infection. It was late, and everyone was asleep. It hurts like hell, and I daren't fall asleep in case it hurts worse when I woke up. But it really hurt, and I'm thirsty and I can't drink, I can barely speak... Nobody could help, since it's way past midnight. I sat in front of the TV, and they're playing late night MVs... and then there's Who Knew, and each time I heard that I remembered that night. I remembered that night fondly, though, even though it was painful, staying up all night alone, on a couch in front of the TV.

Then there's that night I went for a marathon. It was an international marathon in Penang, and I had this fever. It was a very high fever, and I hadn't eaten anything in days. But I still went, a Koolfever plastered onto my forehead. We spent the night at Queensbay Mall, and I slept in a theater, through a horror movie. That cleared my head a bit. I went outside with my friend Muz, and we walked around, waiting for the marathon to start. There's this song playing loudly, it's LeAnn Rimes' Life Goes On, and I heard it somehow. 5 minuted before the race started, while I am standing behind the starting line, sweat broke out and I got an instant heal lol. I didn't finish it, of course, I haven't eaten for three days. I stopped running at the 18th km...

But the song that brought most memories to me is Vanessa Carlton's White Houses. I had that in my cellphone for a while, and the song is so touching that I kept hearing that over and over again. It reminds me of a lot of things, last days at KMPP. The overnight outing with Sayza and Zetty, lazy evenings with nothing to do, my roomates, and that fucking sunset. Can't get that fucking sunset out of my head. I dreamt of it, and it stays in there forever. It's not that bad, but it made me sad-like. Like knowing you'd never see that again, and it was so beautiful it hurt inside, but it hurt good.

Anyway, lately I've been rushing around, not having the time to sit and reminisce and all, but that's good in a way, because what we did today become our memories for tomorrow. So now I'm trying to get as much experience as possible, just for that cozy feeling I got, that closeness, that salvation.