#anyway yaye

[sentient-cloud]

What if you were big and you were purple and you ran an atheist church camp in the jungle

[baby-foxes-and-frens]

Tada

[eli-workshop]

Fantasy life 2, Angler life feat Isaac and a kitty !

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[tommyssupercoolblog]

i'm a catboy and when Seán pets me i purr. "is this anything?"- yes it is everything. to me. meows at him. rolls around sillyly and with autistic intent. dog boys do not purr so he just like. is happy w me. and that is poggers too

anyway uhhhhhhh fucking catboy/dogboy rights anddddd remember to think about men's tits today. mmmm,,,, men tiddies,,,, so pog,,,,, i blacked out for a second there sry i got like no sleep last night?? well i did get sleep but not all the sleep that i need,,, that i require,,, for my sillay selfe,,,,,

feeling very kitty today. meows. will update later (no i wont) (unless i will) (will i??) (depends. on if i forgor.) (rolls off of the table onto the floor and knocks over ur computer while i roll. and then rolls all the way into my room and up onto seán's lap (he is sitting on the bed) breaking the laws of gravity. and kisses him. and we are both boys (he's also a girl though and a something else. he's everything. makes sense because he's a fucking god. so epic. so everything. so the world to me. to everyone if they are smart but,,, they cannot have him. because he is MINE. YIPPE!!! yaye))

[theebeginningofwater]

Doodlebug, Butterfly, Ishtar, Ladybug Mecca, walla y0!

Aye men! Whoa men! Yessssssssa!

Yo. So.

I have yes. Been contemplating the chapter in the beautiful endless Quran. So please yes! I ain't. I ain't at all! Actually NOT an expert, what what!? WHAT. SO. EVER! AND EVER! ANYWHO.

YES. I AM. NOT. AN. EXPERT....OKAY.

anyways, I've been thinking of and pn habibi on the meaning and application of the ants in the Quran. I follow Jesus Christ okay. And Buddha is always welcome in my house yolo yadda yaye yah. Hooah. Word up.

So anyways I don't not remember any functional information received from. GOOGLE on this subject. Sky above and waters below? Nahhhhhhhh aye. Whatever. Waters above and sky below? A wise man called Mr. Mohammed in my young years growing up in Palestine okay? Guess what! Nahhh! Guess who u00000....aye. Mr. MO was a marketing ExPERt! Yo. Word around the block was that Mr. Mo made it bug. Mare a bigger. Scare a swig. Nah fr, yo all my friends tried never smiling because Mr. Mo was a marketing teacher who read his script as a toddler toddler I mean he pretended to Know Nothing. So yah.

Ao me and my friends being privy to humble pie okay? Yahmman....my granny being not of my whatever blood type as they say. And my best friend at the time being great with a gun emoji you know before emoji beco e hieroglyphics of Today. Word to Bug Man King Kazam and in my old country we spelt AND by using BIG I. Yes Lord!!!

So yah on my granny's Cadillac which was actually NOT borrowed. Pops drive a 78 CUTLASS also NOT borrowed YOLO. Anyhow. That was the old country okay. Always two poles. Never straight lines. At all. AL. Kk?

Yalla walla bang bang so in the old country. No borrow weed. Only finer things, roots of cold growing up in the COLD. No borrowed cars either. Walla yah and Mr. Mohammad was 12 feet tall reading his script as a 3 foot midget yall.

Okay so the ants in the golden age of Islam I think we'll shit! My thinking is shut and shut the door on my water pipes and icey chains. No longer a shave to the channel thin chin. Change channels and Mr. Mohammad 12 feet tall reading his poems as a 3 feet tall <<< and rising of jfc kfceeeee see me?>>> midget, yah. Mr. Mo our classes market testing teacher in the Old country with Golden Roots and Cold truth. Bŕrrrrrrrrrrr! YEEEEEEE! ALL MY COUSINS WORE WHITE TEE SHIRTS AND JUMPED CAUSE CHRISTILOPHER WAS YELLING FRLM TOP OF HIS LUNGS BEYOND US. TALL AS YTHE NILE RIVER. CHRIS OF THE KROSS ALSO ALA AKA SHOUTED HIS POEMS SO WE JUMPED AND ALL THAT CAUSE CHRISTOPHER OF THE KROSS ALSO READ HIS POEMS AS A MIDGET.

SO I BEEN THINKING ON THE ANTS SINCE I LEFT THE OLD COUNTRY WITH ONE. WITH ONE RIGHT TURN DOWN I MEAN UP WHATEVAAH. one turn on to 8th Avenue and you knowbwhat? I ain't been back downtown since the wheel first made it on the scene. Since the Siene had no under pants, pulled down by the gang of Clowns refusing smiles for 12,909 miles. Ha ha.

Yo so you know know what.

Listening to Blowout Comb reminded I and I of the ants in the Quran. Ok. From yesterday. Tomorrow the old country may be different. And yah for now kn the old country we say and spell OUT our AND with THEE FIRST GLYPH of The English (kinda angry is if us asking me?) Word for IN Ala withIN. Yahhhjhhh.

Ok so the ants in the Quran. Mr. MO was mine and my cousins marketing teacher and he played a fool most of the time, only every. Now...and sometimes then he would also drop an atomic sidewinder ascended burial kick drum right on the chin of the entire entire tired class ! Yah. I only remember one of Mr. Mo's wise dome kick drums okay cause walla whoa most times again he read his poems really small like okay?

Yah so the ants. I think the ants in the Quran are important. Because my cousins' marketting teacher in the Old Country where we spelled our ANDS by I and I! So it could look here:

IiIIIIIIIiIIiiiiiiIiiii

Andandandandand walla!

Ok so thee one ONE ONE I MEAN thee ONLY kick drum wise dome of Mr. Mo my family's marketing teacher in the Old Country which I remember is he size up the entire planet here:

Casimir, please consider that you cannot Believe everything you read on the internet. I mean ok ok Mr. MO you For Certainty no warranty DO NOT need MY permission but please carry on with yer BAD self my burden is now light in your presence! Yaaaah I say this to myself (in MY mind okay!) So Mr. Mo looks into my eyes staring deeply into my flashlight in my oceanic stomach okay it's rocky shores here for 3 centuries on the second hand of a grandfather clock invisible on Mr. Mo's desk. Yadda. So my friend I was strange after! Mr. Moe with 700 lighthouses in each eye (1 light house upstairs word)

Mr. Mo reply to my Wonder with this: Casimir, please consider that you cannot believe everything you read on the internet . What if one day the internet told you the clouds are made of string cheese?

What! I was on the run ever since yolo okay?

So yah. I ain't found f anything good about the ants in the Quran via Google ever since I been kn the run considering, what if the clouds were made of string cheese. Thank you Mr. Mo!!!!!!

Now I realize in this New House, that ants are lively and much such Beloved in the sight of God because they appear small right? And i remember all my teachers I ever remember, men and women. Men and whoaman! They all read their poems from a very very very tiny I wonder miniscule? Try it I will. Read my poems from tiny quiet small miniature point of view.

Because the voice booms. FROM HERE. TO HERE. ALL WAYS.

I am considering these actual delusions momentarily flight patterns. Maybe maybe not. Right or wrong it makes no difference to me. I do not care. I am loved. If you find a question or not, are you loved? Am I loved? Yes habibi. Yes. Love. Word. Up.

Further reading re Digable Planets' Blowout Comb...via The Source [2021]

Peace to Sha Be Allah

[deerydear]

It isn't as bad I have depicted it. Sociality is like any other intellectual pursuit. My whining and fear of closeness is akin to another child whining about how "math is too hard". "I'm no good at math, so I'll never do it, so I'll never get better at it. I'll never gain any experience. I will do everything in my power to avoid math."

I dropped most of my studies when I was in my teenage years. I honestly wanted to keep them up. I love learning. It fills me with joy and purpose. The world becomes broader and more beautiful. Of course, I was learning other things. I practiced cooking a lot. I knitted. I skinned and tanned leather. The voices in my head would get loud and mocking whenever anything took on a certain attitude. I don't want to justify it. All these things I had such confidence about. For some reason, I wanted to feel insecure. I wanted to feel something. I wanted to have some kind of narrative, beyond placid stillness - drifting lonely. At least troubled people have a barometer... Or so one thought.

Anyways, I took up my studies again. I feel a lot happier. So if I can do this on my own with confidence, I can learn more things.

It's incredible how easily one can destroy their own life. It gains momentum, by the time you want to stop - it's like an avalanche bigger than you are. and you're along for the ride.

Yippeeki-yaye!

[c-40]

A-T-3 279 Zazou/Bikaye/CY1 - Noir Et Blanc

"Most records this influential inspire reams of imitators, sometimes entire genres. That this one did not might come down to the uniqueness not just of its sound but also its circumstances. Kinshasa’s Bony Bikaye was living in Belgium, working on an album by a Congolese soukous band, when he told the French composer Hector Zazou of his interest in krautrock and Stockhausen. Zazou made some introductions, and Bikaye was soon in the studio with the electronic musicians Guillaume Loizillon and Claude Micheli (collectively known as the duo CY1), who laid down knotty sequences and gurgling metallic textures while Bikaye multi-tracked his voice in warm, woozy layers." From the Pitchfork review on the the release of the 2017 reissue https://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/zazoubikayecy1-noir-et-blanc/

Hector Zazou released La Perversita in 1979

My introduction was the track Lamuka which was one of the daily Fingertrack posted online by Lovefingers in the early 2000s. Around the same time Bill Brewster and Frank Broughton's book Last Night A DJ Saved My Life came out and they published lists of the top records for a variety of the biggest most influential clubs and radio stations in the development of dance clubs, Dju Ya Feza was on the list for Belgian radio show Liaisons Dangereuses 80 presented by Paul Ward and Sven Van Hees. Liaisons Dangereuses 80 is significant for having a hand in the rise of New Beat

Anyway back to the record, the whole thing is ace. Some bits are reminiscent of Gavsborg

M'Pasi Ya M'Pamba

Eh! Yaye

Munipe Wa Kati - that Fred Frith on violin

Mama Lenvo

Dju Ya Feza played fast

That's just over half the album and the tracks I've missed are equally as good. The reissue includes early demos

[chickencat8]

SO! as it turns out, my ps2 was just fine and dandy, and im just an idiot. par the course

i put the power ribbon cable inserted the wrong way. upside down

needless to say, it powers on now! and so does its fan! :D Yaye! but the power button doesnt work, due to damage to the power ribbon cable. gotta use the eject button

:b which eh, ive been meanin to replace it anyways since it was already a tad bit damaged. so it all works out!

[funnelcloudd]

Don’t get me wrong I’m glad I took all the Microsoft office classes bc those were actually useful but this class suuuucks, I wish it was open entry/open exit so I could just burn through all the assignments and get it over with but nah I’m stuck here until winter break. At the end I have to do a PowerPoint presentation over Teams about why I want to work in an office (tired of cleaning shit stains out of toilets) and I have to go to a thrift store and pick out a professional outfit and present it on one of the slides. It’s just. So lame lmao.

Anyway next semester will be better cause I’m taking intro to weather and statistics so those will be more interesting. And then I’ll finally have a college degree yaye!!

I wish I would have just finished my associates degree and not bothered with the office assistant certificate because I’m having to eat so much shit in this “workplace topics” class lmao, I have bitten my virtual tongue clean the hell off lemme tell ya. The whole class is about how to be a mindless pleasant office drone and I haaaaate it hate it hate it.

Just had to read an article that tells you not to discuss your salary in the workplace because you’ll start shit (oh no!!!!) and it’s “impossible to distribute salaries fairly”. Which uh. It’s not actually. Not if you UNIONIZE LMAOO I’m the union goblin telling you to KILL YOUR BOSS WITH A PIPE WRENCH

[dull-c]

[magdalyna]

WIP nudge game

nobody actually nudged me, but I thought I’d play anyway, and I’m tagging in the Flash peeps I saw this from @qlala @sproutwings

Coldflash(wave) bc I live in poly rare pair hell in the Flash/LoT sandbox, I guess.

Sugar Snap Rush sequel - the sequel to the Coldflash Soulmates AU where Coldwave is already a Thing when Len’s Soul Mark to Barry comes in, and Len and Mick get married anyway, this time its from Len’s PoV instead of Mick (I’ll get to Barry’s PoV in the 3rd installment, and yeah, this is gonna be a series) and we actually see some of the show’s timeline this go around, yaye! Barry might have more than 5 lines of dialogue in this one. Downside: Len is the Assshole Cat and also I gotta be punny which Sugar Snap Rush!Mick just tuned out 95% of the time.

Occulus!Len time travel AU - Occulus!Len gets spat back out in his ~20s body and has to relive the late 90s, this time getting together for real with Mick quicker and also stumbling upon a Barry who’s been running to Iron Heights to see his dad. Len realizes this is the perfect time to bond with Barry and get the kid to trust him and Mick, but doesn’t plan for the complicated feelings they all develop when Barry starts hanging out with them. Len realizes that maybe he wants the Flash he knew to join his relationship with Mick but doesn’t know how to square that with the very wounded boy whos starting to look up to them. Len has to ask himself, is it wrong to want Barry as he is now, when he wants Barry and Mick for keeps, until the inevitable heat death of the universe(which they all will probably see, if Len can only figure out how to boost Mick’s baseline human lifespan)? There’s 2 versions of this in my head, one where they hold off the physical stuff until Barry goes off to college and one where, they very much do not manage that. [also includes my coldwave Juvie survival sex headcanon which def earns the Twisted And Fluffy Feelings tag, wherin Len became Mick’s pocket after Mick saved him and has the poke n stick tattoo to prove it]

[luna-redamancy]

Yayness! If it's not too much to ask, can I request a legolas x half-elf!reader? Since reader is half-elf, she looks human and is mortal.

Here you go, lovely! I hope you enjoy this ❤️

“Ada!!” Your children squealed, jumping out of the bed when they heard their father’s boots on the wooden floor. Shaking your head with a grin, you too got off the edge of their bed, closing the storybook you had in your hands.  “Hello my beauties,” Legolas cooed, picking up both of your daughters, a wide grin on his face as he pecked both of their cheeks.

“Girls, you know it’s time for bed,” You reminded them, fully knowing they wouldn’t go to bed until their father wore them out.

The two girls displayed the puppy dog eyes they inherited from their father, silently begging you to let them stay awake with their father. Legolas chuckled, “How about, I tell you girls a story while your Naneth gets ready for bed hm?” He reasoned, grinning when they both nodded eagerly, “Go to bed and I’ll be in there in just a little while then.” Legolas instructed, letting the two girls out of his arms as they ran to the bedroom.

“That was smooth,” You mumbled, walking into his arms and greeting him with a kiss. “Very,” He agreed as he sniffed your hair, smiling at the clasp holding your marriage braid. “I have children to appease, and you, my dear,–” He paused, pressing another kiss to your lips, “–Need to go relax, you look exhausted,” Legolas observed a frown on his face from seeing the light shining on your dark circles. Taking care of two young children and trying to make jewelry to sell as a hobby in the market, and wanting to take care of Legolas, it takes its toll after awhile.

Sighing you nodded, bumping your forehead against his, “I’ll go get ready for bed, I want to wait for you though, I miss falling asleep at the same time you do,” You mumbled as he nodded in response, giving you a kiss on the nose before walking down the hall to your daughter’s awaiting bedroom.

“What story are you going to tell, Ada?” Your youngest daughter questioned, a twinkle in her eye as the older girl watched quietly, her arms wrapped around her stitched bunny.

“I’m going to tell you, the story of how I met your mother,” He began smiling as the memory began to play in his mind.

The market of Dale was bustling with activity, for all goods could be found here in this vast city. After the Battle of The Five Armies was finished, the people of Esgaroth set out to make a new home, in Dale. It took years, but over the course of sixty years, the city was now back to its former glory before Smaug’s destruction.

Legolas smiled softly as he walked through the crowd, having no rush in mind as he examined each and every stall of goods before him. Jewelry, spices, fabrics, pottery, gems, everything you could think to buy, you could.

“Sir, would you like to try our freshly baked bread? Spices directly from Hobbiton!” A woman cheered out to him, making him tilt his head, “I would love some,” He nodded with a smile, reaching into his pocket to grab out his money pouch, planting two silver coins in the woman’s hand. Not noticing her nod her head slightly to a woman behind him.

“Here you go, dear,” The woman said with a grin, handing him a loaf of the seasoned bread. “Thank you,” Legolas bowed his head slightly as he kept walking, accidentally bumping into a woman in front of him.

The woman quickly slid her hand into his pocket, grabbing his money pouch. “Oh, I am so sorry!” She gasped, an apologetic smile on her face, as she quickly pulled away, taking the money pouch in her hand, slyly tucking it into her skirt before he could notice. “My apologies, I wasn’t paying attention,” Legolas apologized, but before he could say anything else, she was gone in the crowd again.

You watched the scene from your jewelry booth, glaring at the woman as she walked away. No one seemed to notice what just happened, but you did. Maybe, because of your half-elven heritage, you could see things better than them, you could see the smallest movement without much effort. What shocked you, was that the elven man didn’t seem to notice his money pouch was gone.

Sighing you stood up from your stool, deciding to do something about it. Yes, times could get hard, but you knew those women. They don’t steal out of necessity, they steal simply because they can. The two would steal even from a child if it meant that they would gain something out of it.

“Ana, could you watch my booth?” You asked your dear hobbit friend, who nodded with a grin, “Of course, (y/n)!” She gave you a thumbs up as you nodded, leaving the booth and walking in the direction of the woman who pickpocketed the tall elven man.

Walking through the market your eyes narrowed in on the woman, now pickpocketing a slightly intoxicated man. Rolling your eyes at her antics you made your move.

Walking past the two as she kept conversation with the drunk man who somehow noticed she took his money, you slyly reached your hand into her pocket, pretending to get bumped into by the large man carrying ale barrels. Pulling the money pouch into your own pocket, you mumbled an apology before continuing on your way.

You lifted up your head, your slightly taller height giving you an advantage as you searched through the crowd. “A-hah!” You thought as you saw him walk into the local inn.

“One room for the night please,” Legolas told the Innkeeper who nodded and waited for Legolas to pull out the coins.

Legolas reached into his pocket, only to find nothing. Eyes widening, he kept searching for the pouch that should have been in his pocket. “Sir, if you don’t have any coin, I cannot give you a room,” The Innkeeper reminded, not liking his time wasted.

“J-just a moment, it must be here somewhere,” Legolas stammered with an embarrassed smile, walking to the side so the Innkeeper could help another group that came in behind him.

“Sir?” You called out to the blond elf, watching as his head snapped up, “I think you lost this,” You held out the money pouch, watching as his eyes narrowed, slowly taking it from you. “Where?” He questioned, knowing it was unlikely to have fallen out of his pocket.

“For an elf, you don’t really watch around you much, do you?” You questioned him with a light laugh, “The woman who sold you bread, it was a con to see where you had your money pouch, then her friend pickpocketed you.” You explained remembering the way she bumped into him.

“The woman who ran into me,” He recalled causing you to nod, “How did you see all of that?” He questioned again, not seeing any elven features about you. “Half-Elf,” You explained, causing him to nod.

“Well… As thanks for returning it to me, can I buy you a pint?” He questioned, nodding to the Inn’s dining room.

“I don’t see why not,” You smiled as he returned you with a smile as well, walking to the counter, now able to rent the room for the night and gain entry to the dining room.

“-And that is how I met your mother, she saved me from not having a single silver coin to my name,” Legolas finished as he looked at his two daughters, seeing the youngest one fast asleep and the other barely hanging on to consciousness.

Smiling, Legolas leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before moving to the older one, “Goodnight my starlight,” He cooed, kissing her forehead before leaving the room, blowing out the candle that dimly lit the room.

Walking across the hall, Legolas smiled when he saw that the candle was still lit in your shared bedroom. Opening the door quietly, Legolas silently shut it as you laid in bed, a book opened as you lay on your side. Smiling at your figure, Legolas slipped off his boots and his tunic. Pulling off his work pants and undershirt, Legolas tugged on a simple linen sleep pant.

“That was quick,” You broke the silence, finishing the page you were working on, putting the bookmark on the new page. Chuckling softly, Legolas slid into bed behind you, pulling you to his chest. “Well, I was in a hurry to get to my neglected wife,” He cooed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

Laughing you turned to face him, a grin on your face. “Well, then I thank you oh so gracious husband for returning to me.”

Legolas chuckled at your sleepy attempt of sarcastic humor and kissed you softly. Pulling away you rested your head on his chest. “What story did you tell them anyway?”

“The story of how we met,” Legolas replied, twirling one of your hairs in his hand. You hummed in response, a smile on your face as you remembered the night that the two of you sat in the inn’s dining room, drinking and sharing stories, learning about each other.

Picking up his wedding braid off his shoulder, you pressed a kiss to the moonstone clasp holding his braid in place. “I’m glad you got pickpocketed that day,” you mused, knowing that if he didn’t, you two probably wouldn’t have ever met. Humming in agreement, Legolas rested his head against yours.

“I’d trade every coin I would ever come across in my entire life to have you by my side,” Legolas mumbled as you felt your insides warm at his words.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

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[norcumii]

lifeisspiralling replied to your post: *wakes up unutterably, absurdly furious about...

You ok?

*shares cookies* Yeah. Just a combination of timing (April is the month my brain tries to eat me by default), hormones (pms. yaye.), and general stress (*gestures at everything*) meeting a growing grumpiness with TCW season 7 (which I haven’t even SEEN, thus the emphasis on this being absurd), with a side dish of “I am honestly glad people are enjoying new content and I absolutely do not want to harsh anyone’s squee” (but boy are some things pissing me off anyways).

So it’s venting, which helps me keep my brain in order, instead of it being an endless spiral. And in this case, also helping remind me that not harshing the squee is what read-more cuts are for, and venting things is good. So there might be a ridiculous tirade later today. >_>

Thank you, and sorry for the concern! <333

[nixedsims]

2020 Simming Goals

I was tagged by @hexagonal-bipyramid - thank you!

Oh my, I’ve got so many goals for 2020... just like I did for 2019 (and we all know how well that went :P). But these are the main ones:

Upload more things than I did in 2019. I know, I’m setting the bar really high here. :P

Finish and upload this medieval thing I’ve been working on for ages and I know (some) people are waiting for and that seriously just needs a little more testing in Live mode (and by that, I mean in my CC-laden full game on CC-laden lots with routing issues and whatnot, and not in an almost-vanilla AnyGame) and a couple of recols and and then it’s done and I’m free at last and yayness.

Start publishing my medieval fantasy story. It’s a Sim story (illustration-wise, anyway; it’s not gameplay or challenge-based), so it counts as a simming goal, right?

Make that sword mod, or at least start making it. (In case you’re going “whut”, it’s something I’ve been muttering about over at my blog from some time now; you can find some of the discussion in the comments here - look for Charity’s comments in particular, and also Sunni’s.)

Make some stuff for toddlers, including but not limited to that swing I’ve been playing with. (As in, a functional playground swing, that parents can swing their toddlers in and everybody will have fun. And yes, the BHAVs will kill me. If the anims don’t get me first. :P) Because toddlers

As always, I’m not tagging anybody because I’m boring like that, but if you want to play, then go for it! :)

Happy New Year, everybody!

[kierancampire]

If i have one thing my patience is wearing so thin on: it's people thinking I'm racist cause I'm white.

I wanna stress, it's not POC doing that, it's white people. Especially other white English people in person. Like, online and in person, cis, white (and in person English) people see I'm a cis, white, English dude and seemingly think "Yaye! Another biggot! Lets talk biggotry!" and can say generally super biggoted and nasty things, but it's usually always racism, i think if i was less obviously gay then I'd get that too.

Anyway, the amount of people who have casually just been super racist around me and casually thrown around racist terms and shared their racist views, cause they think we're the same and I'm okay with that? I literally have a police report from when i reported a staff member at the Foyer for being SEVERELY racist. Only positives are people show their true colours straight away, and yeah, it lets me know who i can report and expose instantly. But god I'm sick of it. It upsets me and i don't wanna hear it, it's talking shit about my family and friends. Ironically the ones who often complain certain people are destroying this country and are damaging society are in fact the people doing it more than anyone else.

[defessuseximius]

2021

Heyya!

Jadi recap tahun 2020 terlewatkan ya, huf its okay. Mostly its about Covid-19 anyway..

So 2021.....a year of new hope. Di tahun 2020, ada beberapa rencana yang sudah gue set untuk 2021 despite the shitty pandemic. On the verge of 2020 ending, I remember I hope 2021 will be a lot better than 2020, pandemic is over (it is not btw) and we all can live our lives the way we used to. Well, 2021? it didn’t happened. Pandemic, masks, high death tolls... still happening. I lost 3 of my distant families and 1 of my senior colleague because of the pandemic, i was heartbroken. But 2021 is not about heartbroken, its about starting a new pages for me, new hope. Here goes four of most relevant things that happened in my 2021..

The Wedding

YES, i got married. With my long time boyfriend, the pitcher. Man.... how do I start? I write about him a lot in this blog, i know. From the first day i dated him, there is a tiny feeling in my mind that i will end up marrying him, i just know. And its true, the universe made it happen! hehe. The day is 9 October 2021. Kita udah prepare since more than a year. Ngurusin nikahan itu...ribet, karena banyak kepala yang harus di please despite I too have my own dream about my wedding day. Tapi selama masa persiapan itu, alhamdulillah, tidak ada kendala berarti and there is no problem we can’t fix, so yeah. Di pagi hari pernikahan gue itu, everything seems well managed. The decor is already set, guests have arrived, streaming service is ready to start. When i notice, my entrance song is not yet right somehow. Jadi pas gue di make up itu WO nanya mau lagu apa, gue blg apa aja deh soalnya ga nyiapin, lagu padang juga boleh. Then on my way to the venue, i realize “freak juga lagu nya kl lagu daerah”. Gue minta ganti ke WO, yg standar aja deh lagu nya can’t help falling in love, mereka oke. Trus kayak sedetik lagi i walk down the isle, gue berubah pikiran, minta diganti lagi jadi a thousand years, wkwk. But......daym man, gue ga salah pilih lagu. When i walk down the aisle with my twin sister, my first step down the aisle i was surpised...the decor is really beyond my expectation. The song + the decor of my akad venue is surreal... then i saw my fiancee at the end of the aisle, crying. It was the most beautiful moment in my life, yes, the most beautiful. Even writing about that moment still gives me shivers. Later at the night we held the wedding reception, it was beautiful, intimate. As we only invites those who are closest to us. 9 October 2021 could not be more perfect that i was imagined. And now, i’m a wife!

The Roadtrip

After the wedding, my husband and i went on a Java Roadtrip. We visited several cities in Java Island. First stop is Magelang, we stayed at a fancy heritage hotel and the hubby gets to visit Borobudur temple for the first time (yayness!). Abis itu kita ke Jogja, it was le hubby’s first time as well to visit Jogja, and ofkors gue bangga menjadi yg pertama membawa dia ke Jogja. Man, Jogja and its culinary was something else! First time for me juga coba-coba makanan yang bener bener gue pengen coba daridulu. Kemudian the 10 hours drive! HAHA nekat bener ya kita orang nyetir non stop ke Banyuwangi dari Jogja. It was really really fun though for me yang suka liatin jalanan kalo naik mobil, pemandangannya aduh top notch lah. We stayed in a popular hotel in Banyuwangi, we also got to experience both beaches and mountain in Banyuwangi. We went to Tabuhan Island, a remote island between Java and Bali. Its also the first time for him to snorkle hehe. The next day we went hiking Ijen Crater. Started so early at 2 A.M., i have been there, but again, its his first time. Super unforgettable journey in Banyuwangi indeed. After Banyuwangi we head back and visited Malang. Malang was beautiful. Gue pernah ke Malang sebelumnya but this time.... i don’t know. There is something about the city i fell in love to. Rasanya pengen menetap disana.. OH AND I TICKED MY BUCKET LIST, I GOT TO VISIT AIR TERJUN TUMPAK SEWU! Aduh bener bener terharu. After Malang we went to Solo. DAN KECELEKAAN DISANA, HAHA. Not a serious one though, our car got hit from behind and yeah so on. We go to this beautiful place called Rumah Atsiri, man lagi-lagi tempat yang bener bener surreal lah pokoknya. Then we go to Semarang for a night. We go to Lawang Sewu, eat tahu gimbal and yeah head back to Jakarta. It was really a fun trip, if we have the opportunity, we surely will do it again. But next, to Bali as well.

The Promotion

Well, I got promoted!!! Alhamdulillah it is a really significant raise. The promotion i wanted all along. God is the greatest. And oh, someone decided to become a santa and i got a salary adjustment last christmas, and also A SIGNIFICANT ONE... I am a lucky kid, after all. Thank you, God.

The Kid

Here’s the thing about children. Yes, we want to have some, someday. I mean, there is no rush to have them immediately after marriage. We agree that we are not trying so hard, and also would not reject them if the God have trusted us to have one. In the 2nd month of our marriage, i was late for a week. One morning, i tested, and it confirms that i’m pregnant. We were thrilled. We shared the news to our parents, they are super happy. We are planning to having it checked by the doctor the next week. But then things started to go south, i bleed a lot. We were so panicked, we went to the doctor. The doctor said that it is a threatened miscarriage. I am utterly gutted by the doctor diagnosis. 12 December 2021, i lost my 6 weeks baby without knowing for a week before the doctor visit. We were sad, yeah, but we have accepted the fact whole-heartedly. We named the kid, Grogu. Yeah, we love Grogu from The Mandalorian series a lot. When remembering that horrid week, i think a lot. I know its meant to be that way, and God will send another angel if he thinks we are ready. But, deeply i wish i could have done something to keep it. 

Kid, thank you for staying and fighting for 6 weeks in Ibu’s belly. I wish i could’ve known sooner that we’re having you. So that we could love and stay with you longer. Kid, thank you for the lessons you give to us, we are forever debted. We love you, Kid. Forever and always on our thoughts and prayers.

xx