My Memories Of My Old Mates

t was the moment I had been waiting months for. The comforting aromas of bread and tea met my nose the instant I stepped through the doorway. Beautifully-written, thought-provoking books sat on the shelves, waiting to be read while soft strains of celtic lullabies floated through the halls. Excitedly, I bolted up the entryway steps to the arms of some of the most meaningful people in my life- Bumma and Boppy.

It was just a normal sunny day in my fish bowl, not a feline insight which meant it was going to relatively worry free day. This place was still unfamiliar to me. I was just a fresh caught goldfish at the local pet store, until my new owner came and chose me for some special purpose he was saving me for. Maybe he will train me to do new tricks like the animals at the zoo, I thought to myself. Either way, what it was is going to be unveiled to me and everyone at the party my owner was hosting tonight. As the sun hit the horizon the music and chants began to increase in volume and the more and more alcohol the college students consumed. Eventually, the people that were at the party started to admit new members that were unfamiliar to me. They started out doing idiotic stuff such as consuming more and more alcohol through different and strange means until they reached a point where they were to do their final test.

Monday, May 16th, graduation day. It’s 5:37 in the morning and I remember this cause I never wake up earlier than 8 unless I have to, but today I didn’t have to. It’s the day culminating twelve years of hard work and dedication into a three hour ceremony in which I will actually have to do something with my life other than a routine I believe I’ve perfected throughout these last four years. I roll over and pick up my phone, a dim light comes through a slit in my window shades just to remind me how early it actually is. I can’t fall back asleep so I decide to get out of bed. I sit up on my bed rubbing my eyes trying to make sense of the room around me, I may have lived here for 18 years but I can never find the cord to my ceiling light. I

My day begins again with a drone of the same ringtone of the alarm. Getting up to open the window forgetting about the same old raven bird that stares at me with its whole black eyes sending you into a black spiral. The sense of nostalgia hits, rain leaves its own scent like the scent of an ex-lover’s. After all eternity doesn’t wait for the past to catch up, you just keep on going with your life as I have. Making my way to the kitchen I avoid all the papers on the floor scattered like a tornado threw up and shredded its life. My hands twitches to grab the phone eager to check for the ghost messages and calls. Putting down my arm as soons as it raises “don’t do it”. I turn in circles to find someone but in its leave was nothing. “ I know” I whispered to no one. The hallway was filled with darkness except for one room whose light was slowly dimming. Darting past the shadowed hands reaching for me I went into the room. Searching for that dark grey raincoat that was hung up on a hanger in the half empty closet.

There were glowing butterflies, flying colorful unicorns, rainbow clouds, and there was a skyscraper view of the whole land. Moreover, there was a big mysterious gold box in the middle of the neon garden. Pinky was amused she felt like it was a dream. She started to chase the glowing butterflies then she started to play with colorful beautiful unicorns, and then she went to the top of the garden to see the view of the whole land. Pinky was thrilled from the view it was fascinating. She closed her eyes for a moment; furthermore, she imagined that her parents were next to her, and they are all having a quality time together. Pinky has a gift that she could visualize what she wants in a realistic way that means she could feel the moment like if it was real even if it was not. In addition, once she opened her eyes she realized that it was just her imagination, but she stared at the ocean with faith while her beautiful pink wavy hair was propelled by the wind, and she was trying to communicate with her parents with telepathy law of attraction. Pinky felt something was going to happen unexpectedly for a moment, but she didn’t want to overthink about

Memories are one of the greatest gifts in life; bad memories are there for you to look back on and grow stronger, whereas the good memories wrap around you, and bring a smile to your face. Essentially our essence is built upon a collection of memories, from your first word to when you say “I do” to the person of your dreams. So if the life you built is held together by memories, what happens when the foundation starts to crumble, do you become an empty shell?

In the society that we are living in now everyone expects something for the other person. Mostly people want to hear what they want to hear, people want others to accept what they are saying is right and others are wrong. We as part of this society often set the standards for what fits and what doesn’t fit our expectations. People have some kind of conflict with someone in daily basis and that’s the reality, sometimes people are having a conflict with their family and sometimes with their friends. One particular event that I remember from my life is when my whole family was sitting together with my uncle’s and cousins. My dad started a conversation about education and how todays kids are not doing what they are supposed to or they are not working as hard as they supposed to which lead to a much greater conversation. Everyone had their own personal approach to the situation. In every conversation everyone tries to be right and they try their best to stick what they have said and think that the other person is wrong.

My first memories of God were when I first came to America at the age of ten. Back then, I did not know who or what God is. My mother was coming to the U.S. to do scientific research, and our family didn’t know anyone or have any friends. However, there was a Chinese church where a lot of internationals like us can come together and find friendship, build personal connections, and worship a God that was a very new concept to many of us. That was the place where I first learned about God. Initially, I had a lot of questions about the very existence of God, because in my young mind, I could not grasp the concept of something that I could not physically sense. Gradually, I began to accept the notion that God is what God is and that it is something that we could feel in our hearts, something spiritual.

When I think about a memory from my past, one vivid image comes to mind. This image was especially important to me because it altered my perspective on life and it also helps me create a philosophy for myself. This memory all started on a beautiful Saturday morning in the middle of June.

My earliest memory stretches as far back as I can remember. I know all the details of my birth and the hospital when I was born in Farmington Hills, Michigan, but of course not from memory. All of these details have been hammered into my head by our parents. Many memories are embedded in our brains. Some are more retrievable than others. The way we remember these memories may have occurred that way or they may have been a little different than we remember. Now let’s see if I can rummage into my deepest corners of my memory and retrieve some fragments of lost information.

I came out from behind the wall. I found myself (the future one of course) picking up coins from the ground. I couldn’t stand looking much longer. I had definitely recognized people from the more pleasant future that I had seen just moments before. I had seen some of my fellow classmates from my years in elementary school, and some even from yesterday at junior high. I just didn’t understand. I thought to

Kasia was and still is my best friend growing up. We had gone on several vacations together with each other’s families. Then there was one vacation that I went with her on right before our senior year of high school. Her family has a passion for flying, they have three planes now and Kasia had planned on becoming a commercial pilot. Because of their passion for flying they go to Oshkosh, Wisconsin every summer for the EAA AirVenture, which is a big flight convention outdoors. I went with them one year and I started to notice some things with Kasia. I noticed that she was constantly going to the bathroom and with every glass of water I had she would have had three. I pointed this out to her and told her that she should go see a doctor. I did not know what was wrong with her I just knew there was something wrong with her.

I can still remember every details before and after that day. It’s a normal Tuesday morning of my summer. Unlike the any usual morning, today, I wake up with the chatter of the sparrows. As the warm orange embraces me through the French windows in my bedroom, I change into the clothes that were place on my drawer since Sunday. While I was rushing out of the house to say goodbye to my friends, I can still see the unfinished Lego on the couch since the first day of vacation, but addition to that, there are twelve colorful suit cases and some of my Grandparents’ friends in the living room. After some quick greetings and a very quick bite of breakfast, I am in the front of my best friend’s house. However, the only person that come out after my 10 minutes, unstopped pressing of doorbell is her mother.

I usually spend holidays such as Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years etc with my family but this year I spent it with my girlfriend, Choan, and her family. This was the first time not spending a holiday with my own family, I 've always just invited Choan to my family 's parties unless she had plans with her own, so this was a first for me. I 've only met her parents few times but it was no longer than a hour or two, this time I spent an entire dinner and more with them. They did a lot of things different than my family because my family generally just made Asian food and maybe a turkey if they felt like it. The smell and atmosphere of their household was completely different than my own but that 's to be expected. I knew her brother and step-brothers pretty well because I played video games with them all the time but it was all online, never in person. Her step-father was pretty much her father because he 's been with her mom since she was a little and treats her as his own and only daughter, very protective but he liked me, at least from what Choan 's told him.

From the outside, my life consists of all happy moments. My friends, family and teachers all see me as a bubbly, positive girl that is full of curiosity and energy. There is this one secret that only I know. Holidays scare me. Starting at the age of fourteen, I began to realize that I have a fear of holidays. As holidays start to approach, I become nervous and anxious. I love Christmas, Thanksgiving and New Years, but my fear consists of my parents. As an only child and having all my extended family members living in Malaysia, I spend holidays celebrating with my parents. Holidays for me can either turn out to be good or bad. When I was little, my parents would have a big fight or argument at least once a year and it typically happened during the holidays. These fights always ended with my parents not talking to each other for days. My parents would talk to me about their problems and as an only child, I did not know how to deal with it. When these fights happened, I use to think it was my fault. I would cry while they would argue and continue to cry when I took a shower. The thought of my parents being mad at each other, made me sad and frustrated because there was nothing I can do. As I grew older, I realized that these fights were not my fault. I should not put the blame on myself. I learned to understand that married couples sometimes fight and adults have so much daily pressure they carry on their backs that little situations can become big