Forgetting

Missing memories.

At the age of 19, I can’t remember names of some of my school mates of  years. I can’t remember what I wanted google 10 minutes ago. I can’t remember how old Guinness, my baby, is. I can’t remember what I did last week. I can’t remember the last few ideas I wanted to update my blog with.

Sometimes it is worse. When I am writing an essay or a lab report, I can’t remember the structure I had planned on using, or the words I had wanted to use, though they had just scuttled across my mind just 10 seconds ago.

This has become a highly annoying and worrying condition for me. What is it that is making my mind deteriorate? Maybe I should do more killer sudokus or memorise a deck of a cards in series. Or maybe I should learn 100 new German words a day.

By the age of 26, I think I would be like….

Wait..What was I thinking?

Dream of a song

I have never dreamt of a song before. Just the beginning of a song. Simple song.

In song

Aren’t you glad to hear a joke

That’s very very funny

Aren’t you thankful

it was written for you

9 months

It was going to be 9 brilliant months away. 9 to miss home, to find independence, to learn and to make friends.

Well, it has been 9 amazing months, and like everything else, it had to end. After 9 months to fall in love, I had to rip my heart out and give it away in pieces to those I found peace and love in, knowing that I might never see them again, at least in the same context that I had for the past 9 months.

It is going to be another 9 months away. What it will be remains a huge question mark. Whether I have enough of heart left to cut out is another.

I love those 9 months. Beyond.

 

Run, Flora, run…

Budak ni tak erti jalan. Selalu lari sahaja.

Faster, faster.

Go, Flo.

Why are you always running? You’re always in a hurry.

Careful.

What’s the rush?

Stop.