It's been a while since my birthday's bash in the past couple days, just in time to bringing back the memory stuffs of mine. Yup...just like others, i had good/bad memories but sometimes it's just a fun moments to remember, i can't even forget about all details in my life, especially bad things. Some wise peoples always say, forget-n'-forgive, but heck NO! If that's happen i'll need some brain-washer-genius to washes out all the headjunks. Ripped-off preachers, eat my f-n'-f out!
The most well-kept memory (beside...well-maintained cerebral), is from my beloved photograph collection, you know by film rolls, not something spells di.gi.tal. It's preserved your image better than you can imagine, well there's include the photo-album which keep it safe though. I'm 2 years old on that pic, i'm not gonna be narcissist by saying how cute i am, but more like, how great the whole scenario on that pic, i mean, the welcoming hands, encourage the baby to come over, there's no photo-director in that scene, just nice touch.
The other stuffs right there; one of those is the most sentimental memory of them all, is the hand-operated musical movements device i've got from Singapore trip (again!), yes one of the chinese-factory genius creation that will make the iPod shame on, especially when out-of-battery mode, is the reason why the music can be reach their eternity. Why not? it's a portable wonder, easy to travel around, unbreakable (err...except for corrosion). This awesome device contained memory factor, the music itself, chorus from "Somewhere Out There", the ost. from my childhood (even now) greatest 1986'animation-movie, Steven Spielberg's "An American Tail". It's the most touching movie that made me drop my tears, not like cartoon these days; silly, ridiculous, and full of non-sense-sexual-innuendo-stupidity. Right! To wake up and preserve the memory, here, watch the volunteer's clip;
{Fievel, separated by his family, singing under the
starry night.SOBS.}
Yes...it's a touching story about Jewish-Russian family (portrayed/described/analogue as mice) who immigrated to America, with all the problems, drama, and desperation. Mr. Spielberg really bring the dark/bright sides life of immigrants, it's reality beneath the surfaces, well...Mr. Spielberg is Jewish too, so he knows about it. The song is from a brother-to-sister mouse that separated after a disaster by-the-sea when they're departed to America. I love this more than the artists version, yeah, attach to the story, attach to my heart too.
PS: Not forgetting about the last two; Polly Pocket "Mother Goose" hairclip, and chocolate cupcake lipgloss, well...as a child/girl i love those 'sweet' stuff, i'm really proud of myself to manage them kept in safe until now. They're not just a 'stuff', they're my memoirs, INDEED!
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