| Listening to Tupac’s ‘dear mama’ and my mind’s wandering around the rokkoisland scenes that had been kept tightly inside me. One of those memories that I prefer not to recall too much cuz I know the second I take my time to visit that part of my memory I just miss it all… miss it so much that I drown myself into some kind of isolation. and even though I might feel lonely form that isolation, there’s a sense of beauty in that moment of reminisce that makes me want to stay there for as long as I could…
It’s either the monthly regular emotional phase, or I’m just in the mood of solving unsolvable questions I sometimes asked myself over and over again. Music really captures memories along with the flow of it… You listen to a song for an amount of period, and when you think that you’re listening to the song –the lyrics, the rhythm, the repetition, or anything of it- everything that’s going on around you at the same time is being kept together with that song in your memory. You don’t even realize that you are going to remember all of it, but then u hear a random song from 6 years ago being played and all that stuff packed together in thatsong’s memories just come out.
Only by listening to some songs of Tupac, I could be in an incredibly emotional moment... Just like right now: Kobe, with the humidity of summer weather. The IC and McDonalds seat where the everybody used to hang out at. Sumiyoshi station- walking down the stairs in front of Mister Donuts. The temptation of buying an apple pie or oldfashioned almost every after school. Same familiar faces. The loud nazelly irrasshaimase. The same path to home everyday. The smell. The feeling when I passed the area. CA’s front steps. Going through the doors on the right of the steps. Greeting people. Friends, parents, teachers. People I don’t know but still held the familiar smiles that would make me smile at them. Unfinished homework. A dance to choreograph after school. Another jazz tune and another idea for talent show. Lunch: pizza. Ended up with either egg domburi or soba salad. 90 yen apple juice. Interlude’s birthday gram for someone in N306 at second period. Walking through Cafeteria. Upperclassmen tables when I was freshmen: so cool. Wasn’t actually that cool when I was upperclassmen myself... Crushes. Familiar smiles, familiar gossip. Backstage nervous. Lady marmalade, Uninvited, Alicia Keys, and Cell block Tango. My black cellphone with melina’s blue cover-we swapped ever since she got her new phone. On and off cheerleading for getting D’s. Damn physics. IB. Rizta. Last day of school. Summer parties: kensuke and hospital, Gypsy Kings in spacious dancefloor livingroom and daifugo at Mikaera’s, Kenji’s house party and spaghetti in the morning. T’s and Sally’s and Beber and JamDung – although they are more mentioned than visited by me. Lindops’ place and cozy talks in my room. Graduates visiting this summer, this date, ‘ohmygod ur here! How u doin? Hows college??’ Sweetheart boys. Gorgeous girls. Unique background+multiple languages+exotic experiences+blessings=lifetime friendships. Bumps in sanno. Catching bus to the airport at Sheraton. The States, Taiwan, France, Korea, Germany, Cambodia. Kansai Airport and saying byes with tears and smiles at once…
I guess I miss it all. I hope the people I love still feel the love. Having a great life, great friendship, great experiences. I miss them all so much. Music brings up too much memory. I should make a soundtrack of my whole life someday. Haha…
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haha... Thanks for the love girl. miss ya.
... like the whole photos i've taken on the day. come to think of it i think i've misplaced most of my old pictures... i've no idea where i've saved them on, and i can't remember anything about where i have saved them on... ahhhh. i should spend some time to organize my memories.... hate the fact that i'm letting things slipping away from me... 
