The Memento of the Forgotten Past

EDIT: so ok I'm one day late :3

Ok first brush up for the day is...

Happy Mother's day to all! Huzzah and all that clickitty clack of the what not.

Well that's that I guess, but still my hazy reason for this post's title A.K.A the somewhat inductive yet slightly predictable. Going back to my previous post, I stated that I was somewhat unpredictable well the reason presents itself over here.

To start with I once had a mother. Yes, HAD as in I had an apple but I ate it Had not I had an apple but i threw it Had. Well the difference isn't really that great since I experienced both of the HAD factors but thats besides the point. So I had a mother, she's now deceased because of diabetus milletus. Truth be told as of now I feel like total shit when I try to remember her. Why? well first of I DON'T. Trying to remember my mom is like poking a dead dog with sticks and expecting it to jump at you. Although I say I don't I do remember my mum's love. Yes love, how long have i sought for that maternal love. Through my classmates, my older classmen, and some of my other relatives but I just can't seem to find it. Don't worry though since I've already found another form of love that I use as a substitute although its not the same.

Well enough of that drama now, frankly the reason I'm being flippity flappy emotional is because of all this posts on FB. Well I understand them but still ... well okay i'm being a whatchawantacallit but I have my reasons. So blah blah blah.

Memento of the Forgotten Past, seems like you can make a connection now can you? Forgotten Past was most likely my memories of my family( not just my mom) I think I was happy back then. No problems, no limbos, and especially no responsibilities.
Either way the memento was in question was in a graveyard. I wont mention what it is i'll leave it up to you to decide what it is. This memento inspires dread and helplessness to me even though it supposed to bring happiness and warmth. So I decided if this is what is meant to be , its better off that the memories behind it be lost.

Thats just how I am, I don't want ties,conviction, connections, covenants and the like although I'm found of bets and promises. I guess I really started to lose my sense of reasoning since the last paragraph but oh well.
Point is I hate my past yet I love it. The fact that I can't remember it proves that my mind on purposely forgot what it was since I want it treasured not exploited by an older/slightly wiser mind.

On another anecdote:
We had a basketball competition in our village( lol nope, not the rpg type )
T'was fun while it lasted. One flippity flappyty wipppity quarter and I'm 4 fouls in. ( 5th foul mean your excluded from the game for that day ) It ended with our loss since I don't know how to shoot a ball :))
After that I started writing this blog which in turn made me want to play League of Lards.

Well that's it for now, time for me to chow and ciao for you.