Reminiscing - Blog Posts
I need 2020 super saturated colors to make a comeback. My phones photo album was so alive back then. It still is pretty lively now, but I scroll through old photos, and it's like an explosion of color.
Or maybe I just need to pull another: live to make my photo gallery more nice to look at. I have been doing things. I just always forget to take pictures, which can make me forget that I haven't just been staring at schoolwork all month.
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When the eyes tell more than words can describe in a picture.
(I recorded an hour + worth of footage with my sis for the last day but non of it even saved btw) Yes, I stayed on longer…I have officially witnessed everything. The beginning. The transformation. The end. I now have real human XP. I put on my original, iconic penguin style that I’ve had for the past 10 years and my first plain igloo. Words cannot describe how very reminiscent and sad I am so I’ll leave it at this; please do not speak to me for the next 10 MORE years.
Waddle On
2005-2017, my first pro MLG game
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Kangen
@miakamiya
Belakangan ini rindu banget pengin ketemu teman-teman lama. Bagaimana keadaan mereka? Apa enggak pernah terbersit dalam benak mereka untuk sekadar bertanya kabar saja? Ketika kangen, pasti orang kirim teks ke mereka yang dikangenin. Tapi mereka enggak. Setelah melihat mereka menikah, seperti kehilangan teman jalan, teman curhat, teman gosip, teman otaku, teman ngaji.
Kebanyakan alasannya sibuk mengurus suami dan anak. Okelah anak, tapi suami? manusia dewasa itu tidak bisa mengurus dirinya sendiri? Yah, begitulah mayoritas masyarakat, kalau laki-laki tidak bisa masak, tidak bisa setrika baju atau mencuci piring makannya sendiri, dianggap lumrah. Tapi, kalau wanita? jangan ditanya, bakal di-julid-in deh sama emak-emak--sesama perempuan, yang harusnya mengerti, kalau wanita bisa menjadi wanita karier, seorang ibu, seorang istri, maka sepatutnya laki-laki pun bisa berperan ganda.
Anw, balik lagi ke rasa kangen itu. Ada kalanya ketika sudah punya rasa kangen, sudah membayangkan buat ketemuan, melihat kayak apa mereka sekarang. Apa yang sudah mereka lalui tanpa kita di sampingnya. Membayangkan keseruan ngobrol nantinya. Cerita-cerita masa lalu, ketawa-ketiwi ingat zaman masih polos, enggak ada beban, dan tema ngobrolnya enggak jauh-jauh dari kesukaan yang sama, komik, novel, film, games, banyak lagi deh.
Apa mereka sudah lupa itu semua? Kenapa cuma gw yang masih tertinggal sama ingatan itu, sedangkan mereka sudah berlari meninggalkan gw di belakang. Logika menyuruh untuk berdamai dengan masa lalu--maju ke depan. Tapi, kaki rasanya masih berat. Semua kenangan itu terlalu berharga buat dilupakan. Enggak ngerti kenapa mereka dengan mudahnya membelakangi dan kemudian berlari dari semua itu.
Seperti ditinggalkan dalam kota yang terus berubah. Cuma bisa melihat dari kejauhan, orang-orang yang berlalu-lalang--datang dan pergi. Lalu diberitahu oleh musim sudah bergonta-ganti, bahwa semuanya memang sudah berakhir. Aku mengemasi kenangan penuh warna ke dalam koper masa lalu dan mengucapkan selamat tinggal pada orang-orang yang dulu telah memberikan arti persahabatan dan petualangan.
Kadang merasa kosong, makin enggak suka keramaian, makin tenggelam dengan kesendirian. Kadang menenangkan, tapi sering juga kesepian. At least, mereka bahagia. Melihat teman-teman dekat sudah menjalani kehidupannya, cuma bisa bersyukur, mereka dijaga sama pasangan yang baik.
The little things in life remind me of you the most.
I taste you in my overly expensive pumpkin spice lattes
The soft patters of the rain ring of your calm laughter
Days where we cloudgazed, nights were never truly appreciated
I brush past strangers, scents overwhelm my senses
I cling onto what little I have of you
The limited time we had.
Sometimes I let my mind drift to what ifs
If you weren't concerned with conceited reputations
Looks from passerbys that do not matter
Actions that should've never occured
If I was into men
Letting go of what happened
Truths that echo through the chambers of my mind
Then I wake up from light slumbers and hold your sweater a little tighter
I miss you.
!Undertale True Pacifist Ending Spoilers!
I can't believe Undertale is turning ten years old this summer. I cannot stress how much my life changed after experiencing this silly little game.
Little Me had been playing video games their whole life, but had only really thought of them as fun things to do on weekends. I mean, I knew they could have storylines and stuff, but I hadn't really considered they could be stories in the same way as books or movies.
Then I found Undertale in the form of a YouTube lets-play. And at first I was like; "haha, this game's cute and funny". But the person I was watching was doing True Pacifist, and so it quickly turned into so much more than that.
A game where there are monsters and you don't have to fight them? Where you are encouraged to make friends with them? As a Neurodivergent tween who would write Pokemon fanfictions about cities ruled by humans and Pokemon together, and attempt to befriend Endermen in Minecraft by wearing pumpkins and placing cool blocks for them to pick up, it felt like finding someone who finally got it.
I couldn't stop thinking about it. I loved all the characters. I laughed so hard, even at the jokes I didn't really get. I was so invested.
It was the first time I ever cried at a video game. Comforting Asriel at the end was the most emotions I'd ever felt over a piece of media that wasn't a Pixar movie. I remember thinking; "wow, I didn't know video games could be like this".
I grew up with my parents playing games like Dragon Age and Uncharted, which Little Me couldn't comprehend in the slightest. And even as I started to understand more complex stories, I still didn't really think the plots or characters were part of the appeal of games like that. I thought my parents just liked stabbing and shooting things.
Undertale changed my perspective on video games as a whole. They could be like movies. They could be like novels. They could be art.
It was the gateway drug that got me into indie games (and made gaming one of my primary hobbies). I loved the music so much it got me into listening to video game soundtracks outside of their games. The "despite everything, it's still you" line will stay with me for the rest of my life. It had some of the first LGBTQIA+ representation I'd ever seen in media. It helped me find friends. Omega Flowey is still one of the most terrifying boss designs ever. It taught me how to spell "spaghetti". In every game I've ever experienced since, there has been at least one thing I can't help but compare to something in this one.
And, of course, it taught me to always stay determined.
Undertale did so much for me. I wouldn't be the person I am today if it weren't for this game.
Sorry for the long, sappy post. I just really can't believe it's been ten years already. Wow.
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘭𝘥— 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘶𝘴. 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘗𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, “𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵,” 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭— 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴.
—A Lady and Her Quill, Journal of Wandering Thoughts
Anyone else ever hear a song on the radio that you used to listen to over and over because you felt so emotionally connected to it, and it got you through a hard time, and now when you hear it you can't connect to it? Does it both sadden you because you feel like you lost a piece of your life but at the same time makes you happy because you're in a better place now?
I think it's beautiful how cute we get when we are lonely. Calling up our bestfriend to talk about just anything before they ask if anything's wrong. Telling them it is, you are intimidated by the changing ways of life because you were finally getting used to the quiet life. Remembering school and your after school ice-cream dates, driving up to that quiet place behind school property where you can see the most beautiful sunset in the city. Writing I miss you and wish you were here to each other. Telling each other, you'll meet soon. Hugging your pillow and falling asleep to the playlist they made you on one of your birthdays. My heart is too fragile for reminiscence. I don't know how to contain all these so I sleep.
Nostalgic.
Today was meant to be a happy day - a day that symbolized me getting back on my feet after a struggling emotionally and physically these past few years. I was so excited about today that I couldn’t fall asleep. With my busy lifestyle, not immediately falling asleep as soon as I lay down in bed is an indicator that something is up.
But today finally came. I officially started a new chapter in my life. However, it also made me reminisce on the past. The lifestyle I had, the friends I kept close... So much has changed. Nothing particularly bad had happened, just time. Time changes everything. Everyone has their own lives to live, their own paths to follow. And sometimes, it just means our paths don’t cross anymore, and we are meant to go about that path alone now. Or at least until we come across an opportunity to make new friends.
But still, I’m missing some of my good friends today. We all still talk, but it isn’t the same. To my friends: I miss each and every one of you, and I hope you’re all doing well. I hope we all get a chance to reconnect soon.
like lovers do - igor oro
I loved the way the sun wrapped around you, like a dress woven from strands of light.
I loved the way you stayed close to me, as we held hands walking the empty streets at night.
I loved the way your eyes glimmered with hope, like a diamond pulled from the earth polished for the first time, or the way your smile could break through the eyes of the blind.
I loved your innocence, untainted by time and inbound by fate.
I loved your curiosity, and how you were cautious enough, enough to know what’s at stake.
The only problem was I was too used to heartbreak.
I became best friends with disappointment and I lost my belief in fate. So familiar with bad timing, I was always at the wrong place, until i realized I couldn’t go on seeing you as just a friend; I got so good at telling lies that even I started to believe them.
So now I’m gonna out my heart on the line and speak from my soul to let you know that your touch is really the only thing I can feel anymore. The glisten in your eyes, is the only thing I can see anymore. I wanna bring you close and whisper in your ear like lovers do, these soft spoken words weighed down heavy with truth.
Because honestly, all I want is to hold you as the sun goes down and not let go until it comes back up. I wanna be that warm connection that you crave whenever you feel a certain touch, I wanna be that rush of adrenaline that envelopes you as you get close enough to the climatic peck of a moment you’ve never felt before, that heavenly moment when you can’t take it anymore, then I want to be arms you fall into as you slip into a peaceful sleep, relieved of all that tension; let your guard down I’ll be your wall of protection. I wanna be the ship to steer you in the right direction, and if ever you should hit an iceberg and feel like you’re about to drown, I’ll be the cocoon of oxygen that surrounds you; Breathe me into your dreams, I want to be the seams that bind all you emotions together, I wanna be your fantasy, your idea of forever, I wanna be the roof over your head to shelter you from the rough weather, I wanna be the guy that sweeps you off your feet; I wanna be the pair of eyes you suddenly meet in a crowded place, I want to be the face of everything you’ve ever though you didn’t deserve, the voice of everything they said you couldn’t achieve.
Because the truth is..
You can become anything you dare to believe.
But most importantly..
I want you to know..
That even though this love of our might not have lasted. I would still walk with you to the end of the world..
And then past it.
puzzle
in the beginning
you were a a puzzle.
unable to figure you out
like a mystery nobody has solved
you were quiet, but then
we’d talk at night until later we’d realized the sun has come up.
you’d made me think about
the charming efforts to get my attention & im here thinking why? why me?
i was surprised, the man who was a puzzle
was finally figured out, but by me.
as we were getting older, you made me think about the clear road ahead of us.
the future i was ready for because you were there with me
now here at the end
and im here by your bedside
reminiscing of our young & reckless selves, as you fall asleep for the last time saying
“you finished your puzzle.”
~c.e
Source: elzamine
Life’s Detritus
Mundane bits of life’s detritus Collected and pressed In a leather-bound book
Bits of butterfly wings Flowers of spring Flowers of high summer A seed or two for good measure
Carefully preserved To revisit later In the twilight When one pulls the bits of one’s Life together Into one last story.
-Skye