remembering

i believe in catharsis.

talking, writing, it helps. it aids in remembering, engaging you in a purifying process to purge the pain and guilt. it helps you distinguish between whats real and whats not, because after some time, you wonder if its all just a figment of imagination. and suddenly all that repressed feelings and emotions come pouring out like water, or rather, in the forms of @#^$. its like transporting yourself back in time again, living the moment once again, remembering every single detail.

but i dont wanna remember. perhaps its not even worth remembering. i really wish i had selective memory. because sometimes remembering is like picking at the scabs of a wound, or peeling back the band aid to reveal a scar thats readily healing. all the same, it hurts.

anyhow. this ball's bouncing right back to the present again. this yellow, SMILEY, ball (:

meeting up with nE company today was sheer delight (: altho everyone was late haha. yeah, we've grown with the time that has passed all too quickly. we've all matured. but deep inside, we're all still the same. which is why we're always so comfortable with each other, just being our silly selves, laughing at the dumbest things we do and did back then, revisiting mentally our fun-filled secondary school years (:

now thats something worth remembering. and something that i'll always remember. i love you guys!!



"If there ever comes a day when we can't be together keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever..." - Winnie the Pooh