fleeting memories

memories can sometimes be beautiful things, albeit sad.

as i was entering block c just now at 4 plus in the morning, there was a particular smell that brought to mind the exact same smell i used to experience when i was at pasir laba camp going through BSLC.

and then i remembered the time i lost my handphone one sunday as i was on the way to book in.

i remember how i frantically took the train back to city hall to look for it.

i remember how i asked the control station if they could help me by using the cctv.

i remember the station staff lending me their telephone to make a phonecall.

and that night i borrowed my buddy's phone to use.

i seem to remember every detail so clearly, and all the feelings associated with that eventful night.

and i really miss it all.

even though now there is no way of ever going back to that time, it just somehow seems so beautiful to be able to remember it all. like a well-kept videotape from the 1960s which plays back a film from the olden days... and one would just sit and marvel at how it is even able to do so.

just so amazingly beautiful.

幾次真的想让自己醉

让自己远离那许多恩怨是非

让隱藏已久的渴望隨风飞

喔忘了我是誰

男人若沒人愛多可悲

就算是有人听我的歌会流淚

我还是真的期待有人陪

何必在乎我是誰？