...now let me show you the shape of my heart...
isn't it weird that a song can conjure up so many different memories and emotions?
we can be chatting about the most inane things while a song is playing and totally forget about it. and then. years later, when that song plays, you recall that particular conversation? or that very same feeling you had towards the person that you heard the song with? i studied psych before. i think it's called state dependent memory. or some fancy thing like that. the human psyche is just plain amazing.
however, the issue i'm addressing is this song phenomenon. it's amazing how that favourite song of yours can suddenly become the most hated song on the planet just because of the memories attached to it. or how a bad song can bring a drugged up smile on your face just because of the emotions that you experienced with people while that song played. or how memories come flooding back to you when the very beginning of the song starts up, things you long thought you've forgotten, which are usually random and inconsequential but somehow manage to either perk up or dampen your day.
another weird thing, is that those pesky little memories don't appear until the person isn't with you. when you're surrounded by everyone, a song is just a song. okay, yeah sure, sometimes a song has really forceful memories, where when it plays, EVERYONE will remember that particular event. but hell, everyone has different memories and live different lives. so one song may mean happiness to one person, and the total opposite to another.
a fantastic example. queen of my heart by westlife.
or, everything by michael buble.
or maybe, in the ayer by i can't remember who.
just to name a few.
ANYWAY, time to change the subject.
it's time to pack. i have no hand luggage. and no packing list. i am trembling. feel so lost and disorganized. something wen is not accustomed to feeling. so guess wat. tonight will be a long late night. again. should be used to it by now. but i still have fantastically dark circles underneath my eyes.
today, was the weirdest day ever. had to wake up at some stupid hour, 8.00 to make it in time to reach pm's house to give her dad something. i was so paranoid i'd wake up late i actually woke up at 6.42am. had to keep forcing myself back to sleep. i think i woke up around 4 times. so i zoomed to hartamas. okay, zoom could be the wrong word. considering the hellish kl morning jam. arrived, and gave it to pm who was all snuggled up in her bed. tried to sleep at her house, but couldn't cuz i had a dental appointment at 3. YES I KNOW 3pm is far away from 9ish, but wen is paranoid. if you don't know this by now, you are not my friend. so i went home. and was sleepy got honked by a stupid merc c class. bah. den fell back to sleep.
woke up at 1ish. and was seized by some crazy notion that i didn't go to pm's house. was panicking like mad.reached for my handphone and everything, then suddenly i realized that i did that. relief. lol. the retarded wen.
and now i need to make a packing list. the joy. i am not being sarcastic. i love lists.
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