This morning I woke up at 8:50. Damn, why not at 9:00? Why can't I wake up at the exact hour? This is slightly disturbing. Anyway, as I am already awake, let's just stay awake. So here I am now writing this post.At 9:00 just now, my phone rang. It was not a call. It was a reminder. A reminder for 17th February, a reminder which I'd forgotten to remove from my phone. A reminder for a day which I believed I told myself I did not remember.
"17th February huh?"
Really, I had no idea. I thought I'd removed the reminder. Really I thought. Let's just talk about the reminder, nothing else. I've forgotten anyway. I don't remember. Don't judge me, don't you ever judge me.
Memories may be erased in whatever means, either scientifically or through self-deception. Or simply by facing the reality or by banging your head on the wall.
But still, its remnants are here and there to stay. Don't give me shit, me.
And this does not change anything, no matter what. What's done is done.
p/s: Damn, I hate being melancholic on such a foggy (hazy), peaceful (industrial), morning. Amazingly, this gigantic SAUNA is cool today. Whoa.
3 Comments:
so, dah remove reminder tuh?
Dude that is creepy. Or maybe it's just me.
k.A: Err... Ko rasa?
Dict: Which one? My new header? Or this post?
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