That fresh soil smell

I was just reading Sean's blog..
And he mentioned about how sometimes songs and scents bring back memories of a person.
Usually someone once special to you.
Or perhaps those songs and/or scents brings back memories of just a particular time.
And he listed a list of songs that would trigger off those memories for him.
Sad to say, I could only relate to some, and not all.
Perhaps we are of a different generation/era altogether.

Hahaha.
No I am not yet that ancient.
(though like the dodo, I think I am going to be extinct).

Anyhow.
Although I just blogged.
I reckon I should just blog this down for the sake of it.
After reading his entry.
I realise that I have been wanting to mention something similar for the longest time. But everytime I sit down at home, I start blogging about nonsenscial stuff. Usually about things that pissed me off majorly in the day.
And I forgot about this.

Thank you Sean.

Well, there is just this particular smell.
That always reminds me of him.
This smell always linger in the air early in the mornings, usually about 2-3am.
After a late night of partying, and you take a cab home, I always smell it in the air after I alight from the cab.
Well, ok most of the time.
And its also sometimes there before or after a rainstorm.
The closest description I can give to that particular scent, is that it smells like fresh soil.

I cannot remember exactly why that smell will always remind me of him.
That is, everytime I smell that in the air, his image would naturally float in my head.
I think its because when I was with him 4-5 years ago.
We did leisurely discuss about that scent.
And how it seems somewhat special.
I can't remember what we discussed (shit, memory's failing).
All I remember was that when he described that smell to me when we were talking, I knew exactly what smell he was talking about.
Thereafter, everytime I smell it in the air, I would remember.
And when he was around me at that time, I would tell him..
There there, this is the smell isn't it?

Or something to that effect.
Perhaps my memory has altered in some ways over the course of time.
Or maybe I tend to put things in a more fantasy-ish manner.

But really, that scent really reminds me of that someone.

And yes, there are many songs that would trigger memories when you listen to them now.
The other day, I was browsing through my mp3 list and digging out old songs.
And I just couldn't help but chance upon a few songs that I have clearly forgotten about.
The title seem somewhat foreign. But when I double clicked on it and listened to the familiar tunes.
Memories just flood back naturally.
Images of what you did together when you were listening to the song, or the things that he said regarding the lyrics, all that just flashes through.
Although mostly are Japanese songs. But its still special somehow.

That is when I realised.
That he was really someone special.
And I never knew he was this special to me after so long.
I thought he would fade with time, as will all the related memories.
But that is the negative part of hindsight.
When I look back.
I realised I just should not have.
Although I am (and we are) happy the way we were now.
I just feel a little sore about it.
Because all those memories that I have long stashed away hoping it would fade just did not.

Not everyone becomes a fading memory.
The special ones stay.
He was special.
More so than the one that broke my heart.
I know it for sure.
Because when I look back into my past.
He fills 90% of the memories.
Thinking back on that relationship tingles me up with warmth.

Oh boy.
I have digressed way too much.
Fast forward those memories a few years.
And let's live in the present.
For life is not about looking back.
Its about moving forward.
Though it is really nice to have sweet memories to accompany you sometimes.

Am I contradicting myself or what?

Bah.
To honor Monday Blues.
I have decided to color code the rest of the days.
So because I love Friday's.
It shall be as follow;-

Tuesday Greens
Wednesday Greys
Thursdays Orange
Friday Pinks
Saturday Yellows
Sunday Blacks.

No question for asking why Friday is Pink and Sunday is black.

I need to sleep la.