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It's interesting how memories seem to fade after a while.

Why do I say this?

Well, I saw my classmate in the train yesterday and we talked about our life, then about high school.

It's odd. I mean, it's only been about a year since I left high school and yet, the memories seem to disintegrate. I can't even remember some of my schoolmates name.

Then, as we discussed, we realized that our memories about the same event seem to be different. (not too different but the details were.) 


And it didn't help that some part of my memories felt fuzzy and you weren't sure if it did happen or it was made up.  

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  I guess, my memories will continue to fade except for the really important ones. I suppose, each of our memories are different even if it is about the same event. 

Even so, I also realized that the memories that stay are the memory that affects us the most. The one that we like or is important to us in some way.

It's sad that my some of my memories starts to fade, bit by bit. 

oh well. As the french say, C'est la vie~!


JuliaAerides said…
Its true. Sometimes I feel like my high school life never truly existed yet it did. Some parts did really feel like a dream.

Even your memory of my 1st day at PESS difers from mine =))

Miss you and we really should go out....on one of the weekends perhaps.
Happy "Sam" said…
Yes, Slowly slowly we will forget ...
But the things still inside out mine just need people tell and remain us a bit then we remember !~
haha !!~

Time go very fast.
I apprientice everytime and day because cannot U turn already.
hehe !!

Thank you

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