between reality and dreams ..

i cannot believe i can still remember the words to The Moffatt’s “Miss You Like Crazy” ..

was listening to Hitz.fm online, and that song played. and i can sing word for word.

so how come i can’t remember what i studied yesterday?

selective memory. a curse? or a blessing?

it’s funny how some of the things i remember the most happen around the same week, yet in different years..

25th May 1997
i got baptized

23rd May 2002
i remember how whatever it was between us had taken a slight step forward. and how Pn Ung ‘caught’ us in front of Delifrance.

24th May 2002
i remember how i scratched my beloved gold Satria. and how you, SK & lijin tried to console me. i remember i was too shocked to drive to CG that night. and made NC drive instead. (and then i wondered if i made the right decision … )

25th May 2002
i remember how i was the worst company that night.. how you tried to cheer me up, but i was too occupied thinking about how i was gonna face my dad the next day .. and yet you didn’t give up .. and i’ll always remember how you made me the happiest girl then, even though i had a dented car .. (and i even remember what the SMS contained ..)

26th May 2002
i remember how terrified i was driving to KLIA to pick papa up. amazingly, he didn’t see the dent/scratch. it wasn’t till he was in the car, that i said, “pa, i scratched the car, again. badly” … pa kept quiet. and i still don’t know if that was a good or bad thing. thankfully, he still trusted my driving. (to the point that every where we go now, he hands me the keys.. )

25th May 2004
i remember me and Weipz went out .. (i don’t remember if we had dinner before that) .. the plan was to go bowling because our “Buy 1 free 1″ vouchers were gonna expire.. all lanes were taken.. so we had to waste time at Safeway, because all other shops were closed. i remember taking a picture of a shop called Edge. i don’t remember who won in bowling. i remember we were about to leave, when we decided to have a round of daytona. i remembered putting my bag beside me on the floor (how foolish i was).. i remember us thinking how dodgy those 2 asian dudes were.. i remember checking the seat when i got up, to make sure i didn’t leave anything behind like drie.. i remember how utterly stupid i felt when i realise my bag was gone.. i remember feeling like the biggest loser when i went to make the police report. and i remember how i had Weipz there with me, and also my brother who came to help me. and that helped me not break down.

and as 25th May 2005 approaches ..

i wonder …

whether you still remember that night ..
whether i ever will feel that loved again ..
whether my parking skills have improved ..
whether 250502, 22:30pm has any significance anymore ..
whether i will ever love anyone else, and not keep running back to the familiarity we share…
whether i should still remember any of these things ..

i should be sleeping, but i took a walk down memory lane instead..

and managed to dig up a couple of photos that i did bring over to melbourne

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