Oh yes yes yes. I decided to change to Blogger because Diaryland is giving me a lot of problems and it's missing a lot of 'friendly-features'. Say, Blogger allows instant photo display! & yummy-liciously-coloured text & it has way more free templates on the WWW. Oh Goodie!

The advent of examinations has left me in a period of isolation, not so much 'lonliness' as 'being alone' though. It seems fitting then for the onslaught of reminiscence to hit me in moments of the dark edgy nights. Personally, I find myself associating memories with sounds and smells which then lead to the visual. They are somehow more affective triggers of the past. When I do run into ocular instances, I day-dream about the future more than what is history. But I digress.
My recent purchase of L'oreal Plenitude Hydrafresh reminded me of my JC1 days with every whiff I took in. I recall the daily applications before school & the scent that followed around for the period of assembly and chapel. And then I switched brands.
This then made me think of the scent I associate with post O levels/1st 3 months. Forgotten days crammed in the pink liquid of a Bodyshop bodyspray which I believe Huimin still holds a little of. Ahhh... It is somewhat refreshing I'd say.
And as I sit here with Jay Chou burning the player, I'm transported to the good 'ol days of JJC, where we were carefree spirits with little responsibility and consequences. The tracks of his Fantasy album will always imbue me with a sense of nostalgia - sitting at the 'gambling den' grandstand blissfully unaware(or in denial?) of the crossroads we were heading toward.
Each time I hear Gui Ji(yes Jay again), I'm back in Bali. Squeezed in the Van far too small for 8. The breathtaking canvas of purplish-orange sunsets. Lounging on the deck chairs of Grand Hyatt beset with darkness and the wonderous breeze of the sea, feeling a mix of sand and salt on our skin.
Yes, recollections of tranquility, overwhelm, bittersweet events & the people you just can't seem to erase. Years down the road, I wonder what associations I will make with the PRESENT... because these too, are good days but all-to-soon-to-be memories. Whatever you're smelling, hearing, feeling, tasting now... what do you see?
Well that's quite a bit of melancholy. Heave-ho!