this has been a bizarre week altogether. bizarre happenings, bizarre findings, and bizarre timing. yes, this timing. I’ve been like an owl for the whole of this week. seriously, I need tough drillings to get my body clock back in time.
there's so much I wanna update, but so little time for me to. I shall sum up with one sentence of the thing I wanna phrase out the most
景物依旧，人事已飞。
after so much, what -i feel- is most lasting in this world, is neither material items nor immaterial items. its ultimately memories - something so intangible that can hardly be capture, bought over, or sold for. neither could it be exchanged nor erased.
recently, a friend has been telling me he's so heartbroken he wishes that there is something he could do to erase off his memory. and that sets me thinking - if there are such technologies, would you want to undergo it when you feel lowlowlow? wouldnt the world be in chaos, with even this being controlled?
its the experience, the memories, that makes you grow. as terrible as it could have been, there must surely be somewhere each of us could learn from our own memories of experiences. there must be some where you could draw inspirations from.
memories, are really something each of us will still reminisce from time to time.
memories of everything.
memories of the happy times, and of the sad times.
memories of ur friends, and of people your love one(s).
memories of achievements.. memories of failures.
memories of the 365 days of our lives...
time will not, and never, erase these memories, especially if you have experienced the extremes. time will just serve to sooth our souls, our 心灵之窗…
just to share this last phrase before i koon. have you all heard before, that to remember someone for life, there are two simple ways: to have loved the person, or to have hated the person. if there had been both to the same person, then goodluck, you'll remember the person and they “化成灰你都认得”……
就这样 断了线
就真这样 不再相见
飞出了时间 飞出天边
飞到另外一个 没有我的天
经过许多年 所有的眷恋
飘浮在时空里 没有终点
人生是一张 泛黄的相片
而我站在车站静止的画面
《 驿 》
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