The Forgotten Memory

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I was about to doze off to sleep when my cat approached me, in the way cats do – purring. She pushed her head against mine and gave it a little lick. She then walked off to her corner of the bed – above my wife’s pillow, and went to sleep.

For whatever reason, I suddenly thought of the apartment we used to live in five years ago. Panic struck me when I realized that there were a lot of bits that I could not recall about it – tiny details, like where did the cat sleep when we lived there. Did she always sleep by our bed?

As I try to answer that question, I noticed that I could not recall instantly what our old room looked like. It took a bit of effort, but there were pieces missing. They were like dark spots that I could not fill in.

I could recall what the living room and dining room downstairs looked like. I recalled the large, L-shaped black sofa, the TV rack we had, the dining table we used – they were not the same furniture that we have in our home now. The sofa found its new home in my brother-in-law. It was supposed to have been sold at a lower price in an installment agreement, but it was at a time when they were in financial distress, and now that they are well off, they conveniently forgot about it, and my wife could no longer collect from her older brother. The dining table is now with my mother-in-law. It was a wedding gift from my wife’s sister, and since it could no longer fit our new home, and her mother was in need of a dining table, we gave her that- among other old furniture that we could no longer use.

Our old apartment was larger in comparison to our current home, so we had to pare down our furniture.

Slowly, as I put more effort into recalling, parts of the old apartment fell into place. I remembered where the cat’s litter box was originally placed – near the bathroom. The bathroom there was concealed from the dining and living room, so it was OK to place it there. Now, it is in our room. I have to clean it often. The same goes with the cat’s food and water bowl. It is in our room. I also had difficulty recalling where it was placed the last time. I think it was located in the kitchen, but I can not really be sure.

It feels weird how living in that apartment felt like a lifetime ago, when it was just five years ago when we moved out of there. I guess it goes to show how little time I must have spent in our room then, as most of the time I was working in our store, and would go to our apartment late in the night, dead tired.

Yeah, it feels like a lifetime ago.

It felt weird and made me unable to sleep that night. Funny how time passes by, eh?

Thank you very much for reading.

Don’t Trust Your Memory

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I knew that our memory is fallible. I read articles in the past, similar to this one (“Why does the human brain create false memories?“), that our brain fills in the blanks on things that it thinks to be the most possible.

The other day, I was busy looking for a shelving , which from what we recall consists of three layers, in increasing sizes. It was installed in our living room before we had it remodeled.  I looked everywhere for the longest one. I looked under beds, inside closets, even had the nagging feeling that we might have thrown or given it away. My wife believes that we had them stored.

Did we really have a third shelf? Continue reading “Don’t Trust Your Memory”

Remembering Giant Robots

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Probably my first exposure to anime were the giant robots/super robots genre, but since I was a very young kid at that time, I can’t really remember…

Plus, there were a lot of animations of the 80’s that were shown during the 90’s that further added to my confusion.  A few titles that I do recall are the Transformers (hey, they’re giant robots, right?), and Voltron: Defenders of the Universe.  In fact, it was not until a few years ago that I just realized after a bit of research that the original Transformers animation was not anime, but a cartoon.  There was also Robotech.

When I was a kid, I sort of enjoyed these giant fighting and transforming robots, but as I look back on them now, it sort of sends shivers down my spine.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  They had some influences in my life such as how teamwork is awesome and giant robots are cool.  But I guess the plot and animation sort of worn out on me.

An example was when Voltes V was re-aired (as claimed by the network.)  At first, I was excited to watch it, but as time went on, I grew tired of it.  It was something that I would watch since I had no other choice, but would leave if something better turns out.  Maybe the voice dubs also had something to do with it…

In any case, I am thankful for these influences, for if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t probably be enjoying my mecha anime now.

I’ll probably need a little more trip down my memory lane to recall which animation belongs to which genre, which anime or show I managed to finish, and which I’d rather not continue.