#seru side art

[seru-hwsside]

HWS ASEAN SMK AU

Additional notes —

for the record here's the school attire — i wanted to try creative liberty on viet's (bc fuck i love the skirt + shirt combo man!!) where i accidentally ended up w indonesian sec sch uniform lol

aft i realised i honestly was too lazy to fix it up so. but honestly i would fix it up into a pinafore at least smh if i wasnt so tired ady (msian sec pinafore on right) edit during thread making: i did fix it but v lazily so lol

basically PRS are a unit tht works hand in hand with the counseling units in our schools

now for the prefect attire it was based off the prefects in my brothers' school's attire. i couldnt exactly base it off mine bc i was frm an all girls sch 🙃

now about sea forensics — its basically an oral competition w seven categories including OI (oral interpretation) which is smtg similar to storytelling. more info would be here

about Interact club — interact club is basically more on helping the community side, promote international understanding whereby they hold IU day (international understanding day). more info here

ok so editorial board is what we call the magazine commitee at least in *my* sch, i got NO idea at all if other schs do the same or my sch is js quirky like tht (its a convent sch in the city ffs so obvi it would stick out 🙃), so im sticking w calling it tht ok 🙃

[libidomechanica]

Unseason no one like that thou hast met the chase oer hills seeming

The nymphs which I country. If every     side, and glad of all my head and third fell on my rose     a Carlo Dolce or foe, had watch him be! There then men     of the Love is locked an infant’s grave I don’t birds covet     thee not striving nowhere.

With Dogge of her Grace’s talk your     Man. Lord Henry had fall. While waxing complete the breath that     if he devise. With disdain, have gone belovèd hand one     moment which Hamlet tell; I wish her sex: but coming autumn,     big with might buried

life, for your dimity. And the     loftiest, hurried by his dangerous publish? Turning, who     thus the little what, and can die. Party, that is worth tells     me, tiresome Wild, I saye as something is in low     prostration: at Loues feet. Twelve

of her losing. In birth-pangs of     his last so bad a little taper? One of ten years, thou     art jealous is, and wounds! This sight, and cried one did draws is     a babe and Shadow the Vision of morning, and rather     creature, far and free! She

repented … I am not all     they doe dark, cracks evilly, that great a pious content     to soft ideal, seldom coming girl, for aught us in     this we have charioteer that thou to the twelve saint or sink—     I have close beauty indeed’s

through we inhabit together     wise artist that changes in her know what is it did,     was no things pure cup of sad expel as interview a     things, but a thorn, they must that leads to speak a genius or     undertake the rotation

in the high build to serue their     sorrow light the beauty strange; t was not come to the papers     echoes, thief to Parade! You hadst heart, while single doubt     if men courage clung to all were to breaks. Lost foe is me     sick unto his stubborn

valour ne’er tripped on point d’appui     is foul affliction, wealth, proud humility. Rally to     himself another Themis his brayne, compassion well as     they say, nor do no thine in very pan to mortal rain,     which we seek—the fashion.

[incurablestyle]

🍒Cherry Pop🍒

A (not exactly) new character who I’ve been meaning to design. Serus Serturity runs a bakery with her grandmother called Serious Sweets. She enjoys baking and cooking alike, as well as fashion. She’s from The Kiniarth and is dating Aria Yurrysha. 

She’s more of a side character than anything, but I’ve been enjoying building her so far! I hope to include her in more Ozoarth things to come :> 

[miriakkon]

Well it’s been a w h i l e, so, have some doodles,

no art belongs to me, these are doodles all shit belongs to rightful owners and all that credit jazz,,

This is the most recent, it’s riddle as young Claude from wmmap, I trièdre make him look like Christopher Robin (and the headcannon behind this is: baisicly riddle at that age (I.e 6-8 ) was very similar to Christopher’s robin in nature, and his mother thought the hooligans he was making friends with were, well hooligans, so she set up play dates for the two (the other being a seemingly prim and proper Alice) and after like a year or so, she found out her d’ère boy was going out and having adventures with Alice and the hooligans she tried to separate him from, so this is basically riddle, wanting to ask his mother a question and overhearing the conversation between his mother and Alice’s mother baisiclly his mom telling Alice’s mom off for being a horrible mother and they can’t see each other again

So yeah, next 3 go along with that

Is of Lucas and athy but it’s

Riddle and Alice just chillin in the sunny patch of his room, probably having a nice orderly debate, also, side note, Alice beinga year younger, she looked up to riddle, so when she went to see him she fixed her hair to look kinda like his, and this is them in there prim and proper clothes, (my excuse for lucas’s robes looking the way they do) and the rose, and bits of red on Alice’s dress are little bits and bobbles riddle and his mother gifted her for a birthday,

And now

This panel of I think child athy, but this is basically Alice asking riddle to do something with his magic on one of there atveunters and he made bubbles, because child stuff is cute and fluffy damit

Uh, this is from pintrist originaly, but is Alice, with her child, when she’s like 3 and the cat has started going black, (due to seru/the cleaning eyes) because her cat dose that

Originaly nyo Japan and England fanart credited to google,

But left is briar at 4, left is Alice at 5 just being adorable,

This was a panel with Lily and athy, but now it’s riddles mom and Alice, also translation (Welsh google translate: I wish you the best of luck when it comes to me and my son, because he will never love you, regardless of your efforts) when Alice is like 11,or 12 ish, and riddle mother let her spend time with riddle a bit, like, at tea time

A 14 year old Lorelei using her u.m to safely float whales because she wanted to show her u.m to her grandad during her spring break (and also maby show her mer friends)

Lorelei as aph/hwsSeychelles fanart I.g

Lorelei using her u.m to make water a blanket (she wanted to be in Naiad form a bit longer, soo..)

I need to make a part 2

[phecdasolar]

I have created a side blog where I’m going to post all my art from here on out and related stuff :3 please send requests <3

@for-donnies-honor-i-guess

This is my ao3 account, I have decided to directly link it here in hopes of gaining more traffic

11_Wonders_Asunder

Here you go :3 enjoy

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This is a no discourse space, no drama, problems or conflicts of any kind I’m not dealing with it. I don’t care what it’s about, politics, content creator drama, etc. I don’t want to know. I came here to vibe and enjoy the things that make me happy, not get caught up in another game of “look how crappy our world is today.” I’m here for the happy and peaceful vibes only <3

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[hushdiebibaby11 -> phecdasolar]

★ Name(s): Phecda(Phec/Phe), Wonders, Noah, Seru, Mem

★ Pronouns: She/her, Ve/vir ( https://en.pronouns.page/@Phecdasolar )

★ Interests(they shuffle): Transformers, MCYT, TMNT, 5Worlds, ACNH, YuGiOh(GX, Arc-V), BNHA, Dreamworks Trolls, Ninjago, Homestuck, EPIC: The Musical, Lego Monkie Kid, Epithet Erased, The Owl House, Sky COTL, Infinity Train, Deltarune, Steven Universe, Ducktales, Marvel (Full list here: https://www.tumblr.com/phecdasolar/695152394808524800/hey-have-a-fandom-masterlist-tmnt)

★ Involving MCYT, I Do Not not ship real people! Only the characters the CC’s portray!

★ Involving TMNT, Tcesters DNI please and thank you, I don’t vibe with that icky crap

★ Mutuals can have my discord if they want it <3

- Btw the only reason I have my sign in my description is because of Homestuck lol

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★ Taglist(will update over time):

#i speak - as the tag implies it’s whenever I speak or just posts I have that aren’t reblogs mostly

#immortal Cole AU - one of my many au’s that has several other related tags so- (#time traveler Cole au #ghost today grief tomorrow)

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Edit: adding a link to this post because holy cow this is one of the most important things I’ve ever read and more people need to see this:

Let’s cancel “cancel culture” folks, and not each other, okay?

Edit 2: Found another thing that I relate to so badly and I feel better now knowing it

If we’re friends and I don’t talk to you for weeks, and then come back like nothing happened this is why ^^^^ my friendship levels don’t degrade like, ever

[cikkuceng]

Nah — It’s ok. . On the other side — . Wei, apesal lah mak pak bagi anak die celup celup kat situ ! (Tanda seru sikit bagi nampak la intonasi tu). . Typical human being yang ‘normal’ pada abad ini — . You got me right pepol ? . Hah ! . Gotcha ! . Now you geddit — . 🌸 we are just being parents and kids being kids, thats all hoooman 🤓 . Ps : wei korang pergi la tempat ni. Best ! Jangan lah skeptikel sangat ok. I bet you tempat ni nice to visit. No harm pun untuk tambah ilmu. Maybe korang pun tak tahu sejarah islam. Kan kan kan ? Mostly visitor yang datang tourist dari luar. ✨ . Pss : Dengan gejala wabak Influenza tengah melanda warga Key El nih. Mak pak kena kreatif sikit cari tempat nak beriadah dan just strolling around bg anak anaks hirup udara luar utk spend masa dgn mak pak yang bekerja. Top note ❗️Sesiapa yang rasa tak sihat jangan la jadi penyebar wabak tu keluar ke shopping mall ke tempat sesak. Duduk rumah rest and get full recover dulu la OK 💯. We parents nak pergi mall kadang2 nak ke market sbb cari barang. Kami keluar bukan suka suki tapi ade tujuan. Dan kami keluar bukan seorang tapi whole rakyat dalam rumah. 😎 . Eh eh ! We do take measurement jugak tau. Kami aware dan alert dgn keadaan semasa so kami keluar sendirian tapi makhluk2 yang mementingkan diri ni bawa wabak ke kami dan kami bawa ke rumah. Which is end up kami juga ke yang salah sbb satu family sakit ? So 2020 ni please be HUMAN sikit paling kurang jadi lah HOMO SAPIENS yang dah maju. Hiks ! 😁 (at Islamic Arts Museum Malaysia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7H1iPFlISQ/?igshid=56fjzgzejif8

[intheemyart]

Expect The Unexpected

Jakarta has been nice towards her for the past days and Frederica felt like life has been treating her how it should be after the long and rough journey that she faced for some months already. Who thought that life would bring her to the most unexpected part of life? That her love ends here and her marriage fell apart from things she never thought before? Never once she thought that it all would ended up this way.

Hiding from the public yet again just like how she did it in the past during those time when the media caught her being engaged to the man she could say now as her past. The first was hard but now, she could adapt more easily with the situation. She decided to visit a cafe nearby her home in Acacia Residence just to freshen her mind.

Nevertheless, she won't hide much longer and stucked in the fear of being hunted down by everyone. She deserves her life back as an individual human being.

The cafe was located in Tebet too, the same neighborhood she's currently in. Frederica came by recommendation and as well to meet a friend she knew from a mutual. It was nice to have someone to talk to despite of the situation that might look a little bit invasive.

"Thank you," she said to a waitress holding a menu book that she just returned. Ordering her food first as now she's with the twins and it would be very hard for her to eat later if they woke up, while waiting for her friend.

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Aria witnessed many people's ups and downs.

What a thrilling sight for the lass who barely had an exciting life. Albeit, It was a boring one, she believed it was for the best of her and Pelita. Realising how media could be monstrous, it was better to hide than to reveal herself.

As she would never know what has been waiting for her behind and whether she would be capable of handling it well, or in the worst case, she would have a breakdown?

Aria and her boring life, much different than her twin who led a company, she had much spare time, a little tea time or coffee would not harm her, so a yes for the offer of a light outing was accepted, aside from that, this was an acquaintance she knew from Miss Diana who had baked together with her, albeit the recent news, more like a disaster she has gone through, she thought there would be no harm would pay a visit.

Frederica was the name, the art conservator, having twins who Pelita admired from The Return of Superman. If only it was not a school day, Aria would be glad to have Pelita with her.

Aria arrived a little late than the schedule, as she had to put her little princess asleep back in the home alongside her nanny. The bell rang as she entered the cafe. Her eyes blinked and shifted from the bright to a dimmer light, whilst squinting her eyes, trying to find the figure she had a promise with.

'Itu', a monologue created as she walked to the table where she has been waiting.

"Miss Biancardi?" Aria made sure as she had stood before her, "ah.. I am Aria, Miss Diana's baking peer," introduced the lass as she took her seat and offered her hand for a formal introduction.

Lips were curved onto a thin line of smile. A broad smile was shown for a good impression.

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“Miss Biancardi?”

Her attention quickly riveted to the source of the sound. The woman whom she knew from mutual acquaintance, Diana Kwok. A smile written on her face as she push the stroller of the twins aside a little bit and stood up. “Hello, nice to meet you!” the lass greeted with an exciting tone as she gave a look at her from head to toes and she love her already! Giving her the simplest and nicest vibes on their first meeting.

She shook her hand before they sat on their seats again, with Frederica’s right hand pulling the stroller back on her side, keeping her eyes on the twins.

“I’m sorry that I bring my twins with me. No one to take care of them back home,” she said. "And please, do call me just by Frederica or Fre. Don't call me formally as we're trying to be friends now. This seems so awkward," she laughed, trying to brush off the awkwardness that was pretty usual in a first meeting.

Though she tried her best to let go of the media, she couldn't help but cover half of her face with her white mask often. Not wanting anyone to know about her identity when the news was spreading widely all over the headlines. "Please do order anything. I've ordered mine while I wait for your arrival," Frederica handed her the menu book on the table.

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Those palms brushed to one and another, entangled for seconds before departing as the ladies got back to their seats. "It is nice to meet you too, Fre. Haha, as requested, oh- right, you may call me Aria.. " once she was nervous, then she would blabber none stop just like what she just did.

Aria's eyes latched to the twin babies, "they are lovely, Pelita must be enthralled to meet you, babies, sadly it is school day.. And- oh, it is totally fine, I hope they are not disturbed by the heat," as she once checked the temperature in the region has reached more than 31°C.

As Frederica told her to order some, Aria took the menu book and her eyes began to roam each alphabet which written onto the menu. Aria has found what she wanted, she rose her hand as the waiter came to take her order.

"Mas, saya mau croffle almond dan vanilla latte, ya .. terima kasih," the lass formed a genuine smile before getting her attention back on her companion, eyes twinkled in the enthusiasm of meeting new people.

"If only Diana can make it to join us for the day, it will be completed," uttered Aria as both were introduced to each other was because of Diana Kwok. "So.. Do you enjoy your time staying in here?"

As a form of her courtesy, she began with a light chit-chat, a usual one to be asked whenever someone had to adjust to a whole new atmosphere.

Aria was not a humble one herself, she was far of a friendly type, hence it took her more effort to even create loads of bubble chat between her and another one.

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“That’s unfortunate as I would love to meet and talk to Pelita too. I bet she’s really cute and pretty,” she said as she smiled at the lass on the opposite of her, listening to what she said carefully. Frederica let her order the foods from the menu while she covered the babies’ body with the white blanket carefully, wanting to keep them warm as they’re still too young.

Her head nodded as she heard what Aria’s sajd. Indeed, it must’ve been nice if Diana could join them today and have some girls talk as three.

“It would be great if she could join. She must’ve been so busy with her works,” Frederica responded. Being asked about her time in Jakarta, Frederica emitted a smile on her face again. “Yes, I do. I enjoy my time here a lot thought it seems like the ‘media’ that works in this country is actually ‘everyone’ that knew me,” she giggled.

It seems like ordinary people here were actually the source to the rumors and news rather than the media themselves. It’s scary, but at least her ‘popularity’ wasn’t as big as what she faced in Singapore or South Korea.

“How about you? How’s life been so far? It’s in the middle of August already,” she asked her in a friendly manner. Wanting to know more about the woman she’s speaking with.

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"Let's meet another time when it is the weekend, perhaps I can let Pelita tag along, she must have wanted it if she knew with whom I am meeting," Pelita was a fan of the reality show, she loved the twin baby from Frederica and Alverstoke, but rules remained as rules and it should not have been disobeyed, hence Pelita stayed at home.

"Yes, she must be- oh, makasih, ya, Mas," her words were cut off as her order was served right in front of her. Aria chose to sip the latte for a second before continuing her intention to answer the latter. "-yes she must have been busy with works.. Cool lady," Aria rose her eyebrows, contrary to her daily life, what she had in her world was merely a boring day, except when it came to Pelita.

Aria agreed, the media in here was not as harsh as the rest of the world, but the surrounding has the sharpest tongue to spread the news to be viral in a split of seconds. The power which Indonesia's citizens held regarding spreading either fake and fact news were powerful.

"I agree, as long as the one you know or the citizen can keep their lips sealed, the media would not bother you at all," it was saddening to hear that, Aria wished for her tranquillity. "How long do you plan to stay?" Continuing the converse as she cut the croffle and had a taste of it.

It is good, she could make it better.

A chuckle escaped, "I have not much to say about me, not having this.. Rollercoaster life, but.. Everything, in this year, has been.. " Aria's words hung in uncertainty, her mind had a light flashback when the unfortunate event happened to her, but she could not share such angst to her new acquaintance, aside of that, Aria was afraid of her words would trigger the lady who has just had her divorced from her ex-husband.

"How old are Sera and Hazen?" Again, initiating a topic, a basic one to ask a mother, but somehow voices came to disrupt her.

‘Mirip model yang hilang di 2016, gak sih?' 'Udah nonton konspirasi terbaru belum, seru,' 'Eh, itu bayi yang di Return of Superman' Iya, ih? Mirip? Jangan-jangan iya, lagi?' 'Eh .. itu kayak Frederica yang cerai deh,' ‘Sut- sok tau'

Aria has used to of the words of that she looked like someone deceased, or mayhap she was her reincanation, but that was something impossible to ever happen in this world. Being a reincarnation who has the same age as her.

What a travesty.

Aria looked at the woman before her, hoping she did not hear any of those unworthy of attention whispers from those whisperers. "A little loud today," Aria chuckled nervously as one by one, many customers happened to fill the once empty spaces.

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The idea of meeting each other again in the future during the weekend so she could meet Aria's little angel made her smile. She loves kids and she couldn't wait to meet her and have some little chit-chats together. Their interaction was interrupted by a waiter and waitress who came to their table. Warm tea on the table along with some light snacks to fill their empty tummy, the one she ordered before the guest arrived.

Then, their conversation continued. Shifted to another topic about how the media and people in Indonesia cope with gossips and rumors. It must've been very stressful to be caught in that whirlwind. "I don't think people would keep their lips shut, no? Especially when it's something juicy to be talked," she responded with an unsure tone.

Perhaps? People love gossips!

Look at how her engagement news broke out in the past? Of how her divorce rumors spread so wildly and now she's forced to went under so many unexpected journeys?

"Just for a while? A week or less? Back and forth as I'm still working." Yeah, apparently her works became the reason why she kept on flying back and forth between Singapore and Jakarta. Even going on an exile doesn't seem that easy for her, who's indeed a workaholic.

Listening to her some kind of 'painful' short story, Frederica could only give her a smile. She reached out her hand and grabbed her left one, rubbing the back of her hand with her thumb gently.

"You'll be okay after this. Things will get better than before." She couldn't say much as she's not someone who's usually calm other people down. Instead, she has always been the one being calmed down by those around her.

"The twins? A month and a hal—"

Her answer was cut off by the whispers that she and Aria heard together from people around. From the cafe's guests started to put their attention and eyes on their table.

Suddenly, she felt overwhelmed from those eyes sneaking to see her twins' faces. Not only about her identity nor the twins, but Aria's too. A strange thing to be heard. She never heard about it before so the ends of her two eyebrows met each other, wrinkling her forehead.

She then caught a glimpse of the camera's flash from the corner of the room.

"Should we just leave? I think I saw a camera trying to take pictures of either one of us..." she said.

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It has been so long since she received reassurance, the art conservator held her palm; it was soothing and warm, Aria was found to be giggling, shrugging the weight of her so-so life, "I wish to have such rollercoaster life after meeting you, Fre," the lass pulled out a mere joke without knowing that every word which slid through her tongue would be granted as prayer by God.

The work of nature was unexpected; voices of gossips and speculations were filling the air they breathed in. It was pretty suffocating for her; she pondered it must be even worse for the mother of two.

All they sought was merely tranquillity during the hectic day in Jakarta and betwixt the ruckus the media made over her acquaintance's private life. This whole situation was making her enraged by anger. "I never knew peace can be this expensive," although she already noticed it long before the day.

A harsh heave cane from her lips, she has not yet finished the little feast she had upon her, and Frederica has not yet enjoyed all the food she ordered.

The fame would never suit Aria, not even a bit.

"I think for the better, or should we move to my dwelling instead? It is near, and I believe it will be more secured," offered Aria before she asked for a bill and put her card on it.

"Let me treat you for I glad to be acquaintance with you," Aria smiled widely although she was pissed with the eyes which preying on their table. It was too uncomfortable to even chat about daily life.

As they had the payment done, Aria stood up from her seat, waiting for Frederica to join her, but just at the right time, her sharp sense, especially sight, caught a camera was filming them.

The lady who record them has crossed the red line of Aria; she despised whenever hers or someone's privacy being invaded. Aria was storming to the second table after theirs, albeit she tried to be calm and gentle; the hatred could be seen in her gaze.

The lady who recorded them realise that Aria was coming for her. She covered and nervously threw her phone on the table. The gallant lady was standing betwixt the table. Eyes were looking down with mockery and anger toward the one invading the ladies' days out time.

"Hapus," it was short and firm. Her tone was far from the usual bubbly Aria, it was like she was someone with inevitable disdain inside her heart.

"Tahu sopan santun, kan?" Confronted Aria, eyebrows rose, a straight line formed in her countenance that has always been full of smile, but as she made a scene, many eyes were haunting her.

"A.. apaan .. saya gak rekam," the liar was stuttering and trembling. Aria was not sure what has gotten onto her to be having this enormous amount of courage to confront the lady.

"Kamu kira saya gak punya mata? Gak bisa lihat flash kamu nyala ke arah kami?" If one chose to lie to Aria; at least did better than this.

Albeit Aria believed the one Frederica realises was not from the recording, but she had to delete it, "sampai ada video itu beredar ... saya dan kamu akan ketemu di meja hijau," Aria was not even sure if she could imprisoned someone, but a threat was enough to make her erase it.

She was stunned as Aria chose to leave the scene and came back to Frederica. "Let's go; this is not the environment you have to experience," feeling horrible for meeting with Frederica in public places; she had had a hard time already, and Aria added the burden with this unpleasant incident.

"My driver is here already," she wanted to protect Frederica at the moment, not knowing that it was after her too.

How could she possibly know? She was Aria. Not Meryam.

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She wasn’t able to cut her when she proposed to pay for their untouched meals that were just served on their table when the fuss was heard here there. So Frederica let Aria paid for this meal. “Thank you,” she said to the woman, feeling grateful.

“I shall treat you too on our next meal. I guess it will be better if we escape from this situation— this place. It’s getting uncomfortable,” she whispered as she started to pack her belongings including the twin’s into her bags.

Frederica felt like the situation was getting out of control right now as she saw more people recognizing her identity along with the twins’. Some whispers could be heard and it’s for the woman she’s meeting with.

‘Frederica?’ ‘Itu yang suaminya di TROS! Ganteng!’ ’Hooh, mereka cerai kan?’

It all started with whispers regarding her identity and her scandal, swiftly changing into another topic.

‘Meryam bukan?’ ‘Ngaco! Sudah mati bukan sih?’

For a while, she’s trying to process what she just heard. It’s not only about her and the twins; but another person who’s also drawing everyone’s attention.

It’s a disaster indeed.

Neither both could escape the media and people’s stares towards them. “Meryam…?” she mumbled as she was now standing far from the lass who walked towards the woman taking their pictures. One of them— as they were so many people doing the same at the moment.

Frederica left the twins for a while as she stepped in to the fuss made, not wanting Aria to draw more attention or create a bigger problem from this privacy issue people like them would never be able to avoid.

The culprit was shaking and perhaps in shock as Aria approached then in anger while grabbing her phone.

“Aria— stop!” she said as she tried to stop the younger woman from fighting. She would never be able to face those people who invaded her privacy face to face just like what Aria did, though she was the one with the most disadvantages.

Her heart is too soft for this kind of matters. She grabbed her left hand and pulled her away from them. From the spectators of the guest stars; Frederica, the twins, and Aria herself.

As Aria calmed herself a bit and came back to her, she slightly nod her head and let themselves escape the madness.

“Let’s go. Let’s go and get our from this mess..” she said to her, the woman people inside referred as a model. As a woman named Meryam.

“Are you sure that you don’t know anyone by that name? The name people called you by? Meryam?”

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Aria tucked her strands of hair in the back of her ear, nervous, a little guilty for losing her temper. Aria herself never knew she had that side whenever someone invaded her or someone's privacy. It felt like she was not herself for some moment when she confronted the culprit.

"I am sorry, I should not have.. It just.. It is so irritating; we are supposed to be having a good time," Aria sighed as she placed her phone in her clutch and stood up from her seat.

"Let me help you with your stuff; let's not meet in public places again; they are too harsh for treating you this way," Aria's lips were trembling out of the rage that slowly still ignited in her heart; she was fighting it with the usual calmness she had.

Aria was stunned hearing the query, "no, Frederica.. I have no idea who is Meryam.. The only Meryam I know is Meriam Bellina and she is alive, and I am not as pretty as her," Aria was confused why on earth they said that she was Meryam.

Who the hell was Meryam. To hell with Meryam.

"Frederica, I apologise for this unexpected trait I never knew I have," her eyes a little teary as the skin on her forehead wrinkled from utter confusion on why she acted up like a lunatic while ago.

She must have had scared the acquaintance she had. Oh, perhaps this is why she was forbidden to ever engage in such fame or to meet many people.

Maybe the problem has always been her and the family were trying to protect her.

Aria closed her eyes for a couple of minutes before opening them and smile weakly, "do you still want a tea and chat in my house.. Or should we call it an end?" They barely have a total length conversation; this was too embarrassing.

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Frederica and Aria both left the cafe quickly just to avoid more eyes starring at both of them. Not to forget, the twins were being pushed by her as they’re sleeping in the stroller. Thankfully, they weren’t awake. To saw her new friend trembling— perhaps from the fear and anger she felt earlier, Frederica gave her a warm hug and pat her back gently, trying to calm her down from the incident they had inside.

She stepped back to end the hug as she listened to her answer regarding Frederica’s previous question about that woman people called as ‘Meryam’. That name that people referred Aria as. “That’s pretty strange,” she commented while mumbling before Frederica turned her attention and change the topic.

“Please don’t apologize. It’s not your fault at all. It’s just the media trying to dig about my family more each day, especially after the news. I was the one who should’ve apologized to you for bringing this stupid fuss around, even aboard. I didn’t expect someone would actually notice me and the twins. I’m sorry,” she said as she emitted a slight smile on her face while looking at her feeling guilty and also worried.

“It’s been hard for both of us today. How about we end the day here and meet up later either in my or your house? I’m sure we’ll have more privacy than what we had today. You must’ve been shocked and tired too,” Frederica suggested.

Not only Aria, but Frederica also needed some time off, back at home. Today was pretty exhausting for her too. Her emotions being put in a roller coaster ride just in seconds.

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Aria seemed to be aloof at the moment; she was confident that she could never cope up with any fame she would gain if her identity as a child book writer was revealed.

It has been proven how she rectified the event that has happened a while ago.

Frederica was there, hugging Aria, trying to help her calm herself down as they left the cafe altogether. Aria wished the baby would not be bothered with the rickety that has happened inside. Although Aria was not loud, but she knew what she has done would create more chaos.

Aria knew how Indonesian deal with the issue, rumour, scandals, and the worst privacy. Many tend to say whenever dame was in their palm, so their privacy was for the public to consume. The whole idea was too frightening that she felt like she could puke any moment.

Frederica has decided to call it an end for the day, it would be unwise and thoughtless if she begged her to pay a visit to her modest abode. Hence Aria agreed to her decision and gave the nod as the answer.

She was right; this short time became too much for her. Both of them deserved some tranquil rest back at home. A sigh emitted out of her thin lips. "Please do not apologise.. People need to learn privacy," the lass scrunched her nose.

"I wish to meet you in a better environment, I mean, where no one would sneak to film or take pictures. I hope you and the twins will be fine; please be careful on your way back home," Aria was worried. What if the media chased after her and followed her home. That's horrific.

As both said their farewell, Aria's driver sudden covered her with his blazer as he scooted her to the car. As they got in the car, he delivered Mama's message for her.

"Non Aria, pakai masker, ya? Disuruh Ibu," he was running out of breathe as he began to drive away from the cafe. "Kenapa lagi sih .. Mama kok requestnya makin aneh," she sounded out a protest on how bizarre the request she has received, although she wore it eventually.

All her life, Aria always being told what to do and do not. It was sickening, as if she had done something terrible in the past. But, Aria was not dwelling on her fate, but Frederica's.

Would she be alright? The media was making them prey. It was not easy to escape from their snare.

End of Expect The Unexpected.

[vroenis]

Circa 2009 - 2019

Lede with a picture, righto...

In true style, that’s going to deter the lot, but gotta stay on brand.

To have this discussion, we’re going to need a list. A musical timeline of sorts with the exception of four key events;

2002 Balance 003 (compiled and mixed by Bill Hamel) 2008 Jóhann Jóhannsson, Fordlandia 2009 Telefon Tel Aviv,  Immolate Yourself 22nd January - Charles Cooper dies Tosca, No Hassle Hildur Guðnadóttir, Without Sinking

2010 Jóhann Jóhannsson,  And In The Endless Pause There Came The Sound Of Bees 2011 Bon Iver, self titled 2012 Bat For Lashes, The Haunted Man 2013 13th January - Kentucky Route Zero Act I is first released Andrew Bayer, If It Were You, We'd Never Leave Darkside, Psychic The Haxan Cloak, Excavation 2014 Siavash Amini, Til Human Voices Wake Us 2015 Björk, Vulnicura Siavash Amini, Subsiding Jóhann Jóhannsson, Sicario (original soundtrack)

2016 The 1975, I Like It When You Sleep, For You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It 2017 Björk, Utopia Siavash Amini, TAR 2018 9th February - Jóhann Jóhannsson dies 29th June - Bill Hamel dies Andrew Bayer, In My Last Life The 1975, A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships Siavash Amini, FORAS Skee Mask, Compro 2019 Siavash Amini, SERUS Apparat, LP5 Telefon Tel Aviv, Dreams Are Not Enough

While I’ve added a precursor of two albums to give context to two of the events that happen in the timeline, it is effectively book-ended by the two most recent albums from Telefon Tel Aviv. These albums form a frame in which so many things have happened - in my life, and seemingly in the lives of others. Some clearly in the events so evident and unavoidable, painfully so and still lingering in the minds and emotions of those they directly affect and us in the periphery who only have the most faintest of contact yet still seem to perceive ourselves significantly touched. By this I mean the death of Charles Cooper - if I feel devastated, having only ever been had an impression of his character via the channel of his art, there isn’t a universe in which I can possibly imagine what Joshua Eustis’ daily experience is, so I can’t and won’t speak to it.

And I guess that’s where the story begins.

In 2009 my best friend who remains so to this day plays me Immolate Yourself for the first time - bearing in mind they and I are slightly different people, probably me more-so than they. Our tastes in music have always been fairly broad. We’ve never been haters of pop-music at all, they’ve always embraced pop more than I but I’ve always appreciated pop. In by brief stint industry-side when I was professionally working, I did form an appreciation for the labour, but in general I still maintain a high appreciation for the craft. In any industry there will always be a valuable critique of culture and bad culture exists everywhere. We must always work to protect the vulnerable at all times, no excuses, and erode imbalances of power.

Back to 2009. The album blows us both away and I’m fairly confident in speaking for us both, changes us forever. We both have immense music libraries having purchased music constantly from young ages, but no matter what we cycle through or have in rotation, Immolate Yourself has always been evergreen. Not to say it’s in daily rotation constantly - it’s not exactly that kind of album. It’s highly emotionally charged and a demanding listen, and sometimes I am listening to it once a day for a given period, but it certainly is highly mood-dependent - more-so than some of the other music in my collection which is completely fine in that not all art has to be hitting at that level.

I remember our conversations about Charles, how shattered we were, our conversations about suicide, mental health - please be aware that at the time, it was rumoured Charles Cooper’s death was due to suicide but later several reports ruled that it wasn’t. That’s that. The purpose of bringing it up is to give context to R and my discussions. Some years prior I had my own mental health diagnosis clarified and had seen some improvements on and off with my personal management, but the rigours of life still presented challenges significant enough to cause extreme frustration, anger and anxiety. I’d say these days, in the year of our Synth Lordz 2020, I’m doing much better and on better medication management and that would still be true.

I don’t go looking for articles or interviews with Joshua Eustis about what his life has been life at all or how things are for him now. I do follow him on twitter and we’ve had a few great, unrelated exchanges. When I bought and had my first listen-through of Dreams Are Not Enough last year, I told him I wanted to delete the rest of my music collection which of-course is hyperbole and he knows that, but as I’ve mentioned elsewhere (this almost always means Instagram), I always want to have these extreme responses to art. It doesn’t have to be all the time, but it has to be at regular intervals, even if they’re separated by long periods of time. Art is so important to me. Sometimes I joke - love you don’t have to work to receive,  but art takes labour. Maybe I’m not joking (typical artist wank :P )

Apparat (Sascha Ring) was one of those artists I never bought back in 2009 but he was always in the playlists, always at the festivals. Maybe he did remixes? Or his music was being remixed. I dug his stuff, it was pretty cool, but back then he was probably in the periphery for me. He, like many for me, faded into the background. Because I follow Joshua/Telefon on Twitter, I randomly see a retweet or an exchange between him and Apparat, probably about software or plugins etc., and think far-out, Apparat’s still around... and he released an album in March (2019). I’m going to go have a bit of a listen and if it’s good HOLY SHIT...

To help me characterise what I hear when I listen to LP5, I’ve included a very important album from Tosca, interestingly released at the beginning of our bookend; No Hassle. I don’t really know what the zeitgeist is on this album, but my completely uninformed instinct is to say it’s not popular. For me, tho, No Hassle is absolutely divine. It’s an astonishing listen because it’s in some ways *unexciting* - it’s a severely sober listen. There’s next to no energy in it at all, even when Richard and Rupert dare to tilt into a major key, they’re still listlessly meandering along as if they got up too late or are still sitting in an old sofa or are just happy enough to be strolling and the conversation is good enough at a moderate level before we head back down as the sun sets and the night swallows everything up. It’s an album I listen to almost exclusively in the car during night drives, or in either my house or in hotels, airports, any other environment but always when it’s dark. Cheesily I call these works “Midnight Albums”, and I tend to characterise them as serious listening, when I’m feeling meditative, pensive, neutral, dead-sticking, however you may wish to describe the sensation.

LP5 is along very similar veins for me and it strikes me as extremely interesting. Sascha didn’t exactly disappear for 10 years, his wiki page lists two other albums in 2011 and 2013 respectively as well as other collaborations and work, but to me, just the sound of this album strikes me as particularly unique to being distinct from the years gone by. That sounds like a redundant statement - that might be true of everything altho with art I often don’t think that’s the case at all, but when I first heard LP5, I thought Sascha - shit’s happened to you. I don’t know what it is, but then I figure...

Shit’s happened to us all.

Anyone well inducted into the Anjunabeats cult (lol it’s a joke, you can laugh - I’m a fellow cultist) of trance will be familiar with Andrew Bayer. A good thing the Anjuna label seems to be doing and more of of late, is funnelling some of their phat stacks of cash to their talent so they can actually record full albums if they wish, a venture which I’m sure isn’t profitable for them in any way unless they go on tour, contingent of-course on the material being shoppable. I’m sure that makes Spencer Brown a darling - not having a go at him, I love both his albums to death, they’re amazing, but I genuinely don’t think there’s any pressure on the artist to produce tourable music. I feel Andrew has the latitude to do whatever he wants, and he works at the shoppable remixes because it’s fun for him and they have a wonderful community of talent in constant contact with one another so the opportunities are there.

In 2013, Andrew Bayer releases his album which upon hearing I instantly buy. It’s a pretty neat departure from all things trance - it’s beaty, synthy, broken samples and pushing at ambient at times. Then I get to the amazing last track titled “Closing Act”. This is 100% without question inspired by and styled after the music of Jóhann Jóhannsson.

On the 9th of February, 2018, Jóhann Jóhannsson dies.

I’ve just come back from stepping away from this writing for about two hours. I appreciate people interact with art, artists, performers and people of varying level of exposure (read: celebrities) in different ways so let’s just bypass any discussion of how other people behave. It’s fine. As for me, I try to maintain what I believe to be a healthy sense of distance from people of cultural note. They’re still people; human beings, and I don’t know them. Actors and musicians had died before, artists I’d “grown up with”, admired etc., but Jóhann‘s death struck me with force. It still haunts me.

Why?

I don’t know him. I never knew him. For all I know, he may have been an arsehole to everyone around him. I had to and still interrogate my emotional response and I very much do it with the greatest of intent. Is it stupendously capitalist? Am I so entrenched in my lust for his music? His product? That is literally all I can say I know of him; what he produced - what he gave, what he offered. Is it because I want more? No - not really. There are artists still alive who have chosen not to offer more and I have no problem accepting this. There are artists who have more to offer and aren’t able to due to the economics of power and the power of economics and I’m certainly angry about that while they’re alive. I grieved for Jóhann. I was so upset. I shut myself in my studio and cried.

In some way, regardless of not knowing anything at all about the circumstances of his death, I felt that we had all failed.

Knowing even in the smallest element that mental health was a contributing factor to his life and death leads me to make assumptions about the kind of world he may have existed in, what his experience may have been. Regardless of whatever differences there might be between his experiences, now finite, and my own, I still believe there is justification to draw parallels. Not because he’s semi-famous, but because we are both humans, and that it is known he struggled with mental health. It is as much about known, documented and shared stories of services, medications and social experiences as it is about everything that is unspoken that all people with mental health concerns know. We may not know to what degree we might have commonalities, but the one thing we may have in common is that there are so many things we cannot share - speak, or expose, and there are things at times we feel we must not expose in order to survive. It is at this point I must emphasise that health professionals will always dispense such advise as “You’re never alone/you never have to carry burdens alone” etcetera etcetera and I value the intention in such actions. I’m here to appreciate the goodwill behind such advice, but purely by nature of existence, we are each of us alone - this is not an emotional fact, this is simply reality. You cannot inhabit our bodies and minds and live our lives for us - nor can you overcome our physiological concerns internally on our behalf. You can offer us medications but it is still we who have to bear the process of evaluating whether we can endure the experience of synthesising them. 

Professionals need to always respect that fact and never forget it.

This is key when I interrogate my emotional response and reaction to Jóhann Jóhannsson‘s death. I don’t know what treatments he may have been receiving but I also don’t know what his life experience was, because treatment in and of itself is less than one half of the equation, perhaps not even a third. The total texture of a human’s experience is woven from so many fibres; and one of them is the cultural response of the people surrounding them, from the immediate individuals to generalised language in use within earshot to advertising unwillingly overheard to adopted via accepted use over time to idioms adopted when people have literally no idea what words mean and what they can mean and how they can directly affect others.

Am I blaming this nebulous spectre of Society? Of-course not. Am I wanting to focus a microscope on the microcosm of communities within this idea of Society or induce guilt on individuals? Also no. But there is still a sensation of endemic guilt and carelessness that we do not make better attempts, perhaps not even to approach a comprehensive understanding of mental health, but at least to triage some of the casual damage we do by being completely careless with it with poor cultural practice. It’s such a difficult thing to speak to because the terms are at one moment so specific and yet the next so generalised. What are we to do? How can we improve when it’s no-one’s fault and yet everyone’s fault? How can we be effective if we want to discard useless, terrible and outdated ideas like blame and backwards accountability and yet we haven’t even begun to understand how the shape of our behaviour is having such devastating effects?

The cost is literally human life.

The interrogation goes further. Why only Jóhann? Why don’t I mourn every death? At the risk of diverting to whataboutism, it’s still worth asking, because it’s clear I valued his life because of his art, and it can’t be avoided that I list Bill Hamel for the same reason. Balance 003 is for me the best collection of minimal trance in history and there has never been another since, the genre has evolved and as yet has not been revisited. Bill himself joined with some friends to work on some more upbeat and detailed music but then himself died in June of 2018, but I wasn’t to find out for months and again, was shattered. I didn’t know Bill either but there were more anecdotal accounts of his personality available online, and they certainly were glowing and positive, and that’s how I think of him - fondly, regardless of not knowing him.

Later in 2018 Andrew Bayer released his next album. It’s a collection of vocal pieces, and the final song is titled End Of All Things. Eerily but welcomed, many of its musical stylings begin to resemble Jóhann Jóhannsson‘s, and Alison May lends her voice to lyrics that include the following;

Roll down the aisle You were bold to go first With a fist to the earth

I don’t like to quote a lot of lyrics, and you can look the rest of them up if you want, but if you do, like me, you might interpret the song to be about death. I don’t know if Andrew Bayer wrote this for Jóhann Jóhannsson, or only for him or at all. He probably wrote it for someone else entirely, probably someone he actually personally knew. Maybe he just wrote it about death in general. It doesn’t matter because for me it was the first catalyst in musical form for processing Jóhann Jóhannsson‘s death in some dimension. It wouldn’t be until much later, when Justin/Telefon Tel Aviv retweeted Siavash Amini that I’d find art as powerful as  Jóhann's and Andrew’s and of-course Justin’s own, but each artist is their own texture and I listen to them all in different ways when in different moods.

2019 - Dreams Are Not Enough

There is so much more writing I can do with this short list of albums. I’m at 2800+ words and I’ve barely scratched the surface. That first, dull image at the top of the piece is the directory structure of my music collection, replicated on the hard-drive that goes into my car and on my personal music player - I don’t use my phone for music. While I do listen to music from every directory over time, of late I’m gravitating more and more to two main folders; Ultimate and Survival, and almost all of the music from the list in this piece comes from those two directories with only one or two exceptions.

I’m a bit miffed I didn’t get to write about The 1975, there’s some great stuff to be said about their work and I’ve written about them before, but I have so much more to say, especially culminating with Love It If We Made It as a generational, cultural proclamation. We’re on the verge of the new album tho (time of writing is 29th February 2020) so who knows, maybe I’ll get the opportunity to be topical with that but knowing me, I’ll still bury it behind a wall of text but that will be for the better, I’m sure.

I need to close on Dreams Are Not Enough, tho, and also Kentucky Route Zero. I think I’ve mentioned it before - completing Kentucky Route Zero was the catalyst for me to start writing again, and it’s there in the timeline that the first act released in January of 2013. Last tumblr entry, I briefly touched on being in a holding pattern until KRZ was completed by its developer, Cardboard Computer, and since completing it, I’ve gone off socials which means I’ve greatly diminished my activity on social media and returned to long-format writing. This entry and the last on tumblr are very much evidence of that. Way back in 2013 when I first completed that first act, Kentucky Route Zero was one of those seminal experiences I felt was made just for me. After years of playing all sorts of traditional video games, I’d grown tired of their play dynamics in many senses. I still liked traditional games, and in some ways still do now, but I will always hunger for boundaries to be pushed, for greater things to be said, for things to be said and done in conjunction and in parallel; in layers and simultaneously; artfully, with complexity and subtlety, or with simplicity but with great humanity and maturity. I remember watching Serial Experiments: Lain, the first episode and feeling like it was made just for me, and then that feeling being amplified a million times over with Haibane Renmei and Texhnolyze. There are reasons these works are so rare and so unpopular. Again - I’ll reaffirm I still love a lot of pop and there’s nothing wrong with generalised and widely celebrated art at all, a lot of it’s cool. But when you find something so unique that speaks so much to your experience in a way that’s powerful to the point of dialect...

That is what Kentucky Route Zero and Porpentine’s Howling Dogs are to me.

That’s what these albums are to me, and Telefon Tel Aviv’s albums somehow have book-ended this period in my life. Each album captures a facet of turbulence, of emotion, probably a little bit of joy, or chaos and a healthy dose of hedonism too, but I have other music for that and I tend not to talk about it much. I’m sure joy and euphoria can be complicated for others and that’s cool, but it’s not something I feel drawn to discuss.

All of this art, this Art Worth Dying For, seems to be the only thing I can engage with at the moment, in the wake of completing Kentucky Route Zero. I have shooty shooty games sitting on the Playstation that I once did really enjoy and probably will again, I don’t know. But right now I can’t bear the thought of booting them up. I think about some of the films I was keen to see some months ago and right now they look like noise, indistinct, boring to the point of textureless, falvourless null-space. I don’t mean to insult these works in any way at all, I’m not trying to diminish their value by saying by comparison to KRZ, they’re bad. Not at all. I don’t seem to be able to process them. The closest thing I can describe is the kind of mood disorders, dysthymia being one of them, doctors used to try and diagnose me with before they knew I was bipolar; a literal chemical barrier that’s preventing me from comprehending and interpreting the data I’m being presented with. I’ve lost hold of the cultural frame I’m supposed to have to understand how to place these objects in reference to my sense of entertainment and engagement.

So instead I come here and talk to myself with barely an objective in mind, other than to perhaps share my thoughts with you. And some music that I’m hoping you’ll buy. I know I’m a pain in the arse for that, and I know buying music is an immensely privileged thing to be able to do - I get it. You don’t have to buy everything right away, but if you want me to make a case for it, let me know and I will, I’ll even make a case for small steps i.e., even when you can’t afford much and how to spend a really tiny amount. Otherwise proceed as normal and click onto the next visual diary, nothing to see here.

[kumpulanaksara]

Ups and Downs 2019

january,

dibulan ini alhamdulillah mendapat 2 kabar baik. pertama kaka diterima jd cpns terus kedua gama mulai pkl. yang awal2 masih susah nyesuain waktunya, ketika dia shift malem gue harus nunggu jam 12 buat berkabar sebentar, worried ketika dia harus pulang subuh2 dalam kondisi cape dan ngantuk:( tapi hal itu kita jadiin reminder, mungkin di luar sana banyak yang merasakan seperti itu, disaat orang lain tidur nyenyak ada yang harus bangun tengah malam untuk bekerja, jadi harus lebih banyak bersyukur. terus bulan ini makrab kelas ke 2 di adain. berkesan banget. sehari bisa karaoke 3 jam lebih, dari bangun tidur sampe mau tidur. ngegame ngumpetin dan berburu telor kelompok lain, ada yang disimpen disemak2 wkwk ada yang disimpen di kardus, di lemari wkwk pokoknya ngide2 bgt deh. sampe tbtb azrio dateng ke gue bisik2 bilang "zaa gue dapet telor kelompok lain" seketika gue berusaha buat umpetin di jaket etapi keburu ketauan sm dai trs dikejar eh pecah akhirnya wkwkwk. ada yang nemu terus sampe kejar2an di tangga dan berebut supaya dapet telornya tp ternyata telornya gada wkwk. ngegame cowo2 main bola pake daster tp sempet didandanin dulu sm ciwi2nya wkwk ngakak bgt deh kalo diinget2. trs dimalem terakhir makrab kita bakar2an dan masing2 dari kita berkeluh kesah tentang apa aja yg terjadi di kelas. sedih bgt sampe selesai2 matanya pada sembab. seneng tp sedih disaat yang bersamaan karna gatau lagi kapan bisa makrab lagi sama mereka huhu:( really so happy to meet all of them.

february,

bulan dimana gama harus dirawat karna usus buntu. sedih pas tau. but as his support system, I should support him anytime. seminggu pertama dikasih obat dulu dan berharap bisa sembuh dgn obat tanpa operasi. tp karna masih sakit setelah obatnya abis, gama diharuskan operasi. disini gue berusaha buat nenangin dia disaat gue sendiri khawatir, trs ingetin dia buat ikhlas ketika ada bagian tubuhnya yg harus hilang dan untuk balikin kondisinya jd lebih baik. pas mau jenguk gue mau ke rs sendirian tp gama suruh bareng mamanya karna gue gatau kan kamarnya dimana nanti trs belom tau ortunya juga. sampai akhirnya gue memberanikan diri buat ke rumahnya yg sebelumnya belom pernah, trs ketemu mamanya. sumpah pas ketemu salting seada2nya, malu dan deg2an disaat bersamaan. kalo diinget2 kok gue berani bgt ketemu mamahnya sendirian. keren ya gue🙂 wkwk. pas sampe di rs kesian bgt ngeliat gama diem aja yg biasanya pecicilan trs malah gue isengin haha, karna kesempatan bagus tu kan gue isengin tp dia gabisa isengin gue balik wkwk. gue tungguin sampe dia dipindahin dari ruang pemulihan ke ruang inap. pas mau dipindahin ke ruang inap tbtb susternya nanya "maaf ini dgn siapa? istrinya ya?" (karna ortu gama tunggu di luar ruangan) trs seketika gue bilang sambil salting "hahaha bukan sus" trs gama malah ngetawain gue, rese bgt kan wkwk. yaudah tu sepanjang ke ruang inap gue senyum2 berdua sm gama hahaha. pas mau pulang sedih ni anak ditinggal malah menggigil:( padahal pas ada gue baik2 aja. trs besoknya gue nemenin dia lg di rs, bantuin dia jalan pelan2 sampe jalannya biasa lagi. huhu sedih kalo diinget2:( tp alhamdulillahnya besoknya udah boleh pulang.

march,

di bulan ini udah mulai persiapan buat grost. mulai cari permasalah yg mau dibahas di jurnal. bimbingan sm dosen yg masih gatau bgt apa yg mau dibahas, cari2 judul yg kira2 menarik untuk dibahas. dan 1 hal yg bikin sedih adalah ditinggal kaka kerja jauh ke padang:( sedih bgt partner pillow talk ku sebelum bobo gada lagi:(

april,

kongres 2019 diadain bulan iniii. entah knp berani bgt keluar dari zona nyaman yg padahal gue gamau buat ikut sebelumnya. yaa walaupun gue kebanyakan diem tp seengganya ada pengalaman lebih yg bisa gue ambil. oiya ini kali pertama satu kegiatan organisasi sama gama hihiw. untuk progress grost udah mulai tau apa yg mau dibahas, cari2 jurnal pendukung, dan informasi yg relevan dgn permasalahan yg mau gue bahas di jurnal. tentunya dengan bantuan guru privateku yg ku cinta hahaha. yaa u kno who i mean laa. and in this month, me and gama became a couple hihi. setelah dikodein beberapa kali dan berani buat berbagi dunia dgn orang baru.

may-june,

the real struggle of final college student. tugas IT bikin aplikasi dari pak doddy yg bikin begadang pagi malem, ditambah tugas2 lain yg ada, trs deadline abstract grost dll. wawww luar byasaaa sekali rasanya at that time. pressurenya berasa bgt jujur. muter otak harus bikin konsep seperti apa yg bernilai jual tinggi dan yg dibutuhkan banyak org, but the other side seru ketika harus mendesign tampilan aplikasi yg mau dibuat, yaaa at least gue jadi bisa belajar gimana bikin design pake ui/ux app. progress grost lagi ditahal nyari responden. luar biasa, susah bgt nyarinya:') nyebar questioner ke lebih dari 15 trucking company tp hanya 1/2 yg respon sedih bgt, padahal udah h-sebulan sidang. daannnn kali pertama ada di ulangtahun gama yayy! sumpah bingung bgt harus gimana surprisein ni anak, dgn rencana awal mau ke rumahnya etapi ni anak malah ke kampus. mau minta bantuan temen2nya tp udah pada pulang. jadinya surprisein bareng dindis, awkward bgt karna guenya udah keburu panik dan karna dia bete gue tinggal pergi2 dan ternyata sadly mamah mau dirawat:(

july,

awal bulan jadwalnya presentasi pak doddy, h-1 belom selesai juga, belum ada persiapan buat gimana presentasiiinnya, keteter bgt sumpaa. yaudah akhirnya dgn sisa waktu yg mepet bisa selesai juga but still do our best. selesai presentasi rasanya lega bangeeetttt. satu tugas selesai. tinggal fokus untuk grost dgn waktu sisa kurang dari 1 bulan.

august,

the month of grost! wawww pembukaan awal bulan disambut dgn sidang grost. setelah perjuangan 5 bulan terakhir buat persiapin grost akhirnya dateng juga. dapet dosen penguji dari thailand yg njlimet abis. sampe gue debat sama pengujinya. yang seharusnya masing2 peserta cuma waktunya 10-15 menit. gue hampir stengah jam. yaAllah rasanya gue mau ngecut lgsg karna debatin permasalahan yg udah gue jelasin dgn jelas tp pengujinya tetep bahas itu2 lagi. sampe dari belakang temen2 gue pada nyemangatin. pas selesai rasanya alhamdulillah bgt. legaaaa. turun2 dari lift disambut temen2 kelas yg pada ucapin selamat dan kasih bunga. lucu bgt. seneng gama dateng, mey cila dateng, trs temen2 kelas juga dateng. alhamdulillah. cant thank them enough. dipertengahan bulan ini minication ke taman safari sm gama yg udah jd bm dari lama. ngetawain onyet yg lagi saut2an sampe ngakak beduaan trs panik gara2 mau dilempar pup sm onyetnya wkwk. seru bgttt! dannn yg paling berkesan lagi yaitu first time attended a concert! Malibu Night tour concert LANY! seneng bgt karna bisa nonton konser bareng, band kesukaan kita berdua yayyy.

september,

yashh my bday month. dikasih bday gift yg istimewa sama gama, diajak buat berbagi kepada sesama yg membutuhkan. gue kira hanya sbg sedekah tp setelah tau alasannya apa gue terharu bgt. mereka yg gue beri sedikit rezeki, banyak mendoakan hal baik. Dan gama bilang "yang mendoakan bukan cuma aku tp mereka juga mendoakan kamu" :')) yang paling gue inget adalah ketika gue kasih sedikit rezeki buat mereka berupa makanan dan minuman, ada yg langsung minum mungkin sedang haus2nya. gue terenyuh bgt sampe nangis ngeliatnya. lagi2 gue dan gama belajar buat lebih bersyukur. thank u gama for precious bday gift. ily hehe. bulan ini juga bulan terakhir perkuliahan semester 6, bulan2nya buat persiapan pkl. temen2 gue yg lain udah prepare tempat pkl dari beberapa bulan lalu, gue masih belom tau samsek mau pkl dimana. akhirnya akhir september gue mulai apply tempat pkl. oiya dibulan ini dateng ke wisuda gama. ganyangka bgt yg tadinya cuma kenal sbg abang2an skrg malah dateng ke wisudanya sbg pacarnya hihi. dan alhamdulillah mendapat kabar baik setelah pulang dari acara wisuda gama yaitu dipanggil buat interview magang di schenker.

october,

awal bulan udah mulai magang di schenker dgn respon ayah dan ibu yg awalnya negatif karna jauh dari rumah dan lebih besar ongkos drpd allowancenya. tp setelah memperhitungkan semua baik dan buruknya, akhirnya gue memutuskan untuk ambil tawaran magang di schenker. karna gue mau mencoba keluar dari zona nyaman gue, jauh dari rumah, gimana caranya gue harus survive sendiri. dan alhamdulillah di magang ini gue mendapat pengalaman yg luar biasa. mulai dari belajar untuk naik transportasi umum, seru ternyata walaupun gue harus kejar2an sm jadwal kereta yg mepet sm jam pulang magang dan sering ketinggalan kereta. trs jd tau daerah2 selatan dan sekitarnya yg awalnya gue buta bgt sama daerah mana2. trs untuk perkembangan diri gue, yg dituntut untuk berani ngomong sm stranger/foreigner yg adalah bos gue sendiri berkebangsaan German dan client gue yg dari berbagai negara. udah beberapa kali ditugasin untuk supervise packing dan unpacking di rumah client. jd jobdesc gue jd perantara antara client dgn para packer. pertama kalinya nanganin client dari german yg ngomongnya british abis. sedikit bingung jujur terkadang kalo dia ngomong, dan sbg solusinya gue hanya mengambil point dari apa yg dia omongin. as a foreigner mereka kindly bgt, selalu senyum. yg paling penting mereka selalu minta dgn ucapan "tolong" dan "terimakasih" setelahnya. a simple word but means so much. client kedua, dapet keluarga german, dgn 2 kiddos yg super lucu, ibunya pun ramah bgt. mereka punya 2 art, ibu2 dan bapak2 asli indonesia, ownernya selalu ingetin mereka untuk minum yg banyak dan ngga bekerja terlalu cape. care bgttt.

november,

bulan kedua magang yg rasanya udah mulai sedikit cape karna 3 hari berturut2 dari simatupang ke rumah 3 jam lebih karna ketinggalan kereta ke priuk jd harus sambung naik tj. tp tetep semangat dan beralih buat bawa kendaraan sendiri. trs terkadang sampe rumah cape langsung tidur yg malah besok paginya disuruh berenti magang karna kasian ngeliat gue sampe rumah tepar. yg sering bgt bikin gue nangis karna gue merasa gue fine2 aja jalanin kehidupan magang tp ortu gue maunya yg di deket rumah aja. dibulan ini gama resign dgn segala perjuangan yg udah dia lewatin dan coba buat daftar cpns, isi data dan lengkapin berkasnya bareng2 sm gue trs panik karna ada beberapa data yg beda karna gama ngide tp gue tetep semangatin dia buat optimis lolos seleksi administrasi.

december,

bulan terakhir di tahun 2019, nanganin client ketiga dari cairo, mereka mau pulang ke negaranya setelah tinggal 2,5 tahun di indonesia. mereka punya 1 lil daughter yg super lucu. yg selalu membuat jiwa penyanyang anak kecil gue meronta2 untuk bawa pulang hahaha. seneng bgt bisa dapet pengalaman baru yg luar biasa. trs alhamdulillah dapet kabar baik di akhir bulan desember yaitu gama lolos seleksi administrasi cnps, seneng bisa jadi bagian dari pencapaian dan usahanya. semoga bisa lolos juga di tahap2 selanjutnya aamiin.

thank you 2019 for teached me many things. thank you for ppl who support me endlessly and who love me unconditionally. 2019 was a roller coasters. alhamdulillah✨

welcome 2020, hope will be a greater year🌈

[seru-hwsside]

2023 redraw

do not come at me ab their looks okay else i would personally choke u out /srs

anyways heres the horrendous 2017 OG piece eugh

OG was based off this engmano fic i read back then i cant for the life of me recall the name of but i swear ill link it here whenever i do find it :)

[superachiever]

Albi’s Next Journey

Jadi ya di tahun 2019 ini gw mau sums up what already happened in my life, oke mulai dari kerjaan yaaa, pertama di akhir 2017, gw resign dari Leo Burnett, di LB ini gw dpt banyak ilmu-ilmu periklanan dari mulai thinking, ideation smpe eksekusi visual dan art direction, Thanks banget atas campur tangannya Tuhan dan orang-orang yang sudah kasih gw chance buat mencari pengalaman di Kantor Pertama gw, dan ketemu sama orang-orang yang jadi temen Ex-Ahensi sepermainan sampe sekarang.

Di LB awal-awal masuk jadi freelance dulu tetep ngantor tapi blom permanen, macem probation gitu lah, yahh gw yang waktu itu ga mikirin gaji lebih ngincer ke pengalaman n eksposur kerja di BIG 5 Ads Agency, dan mulai merangkak naik jadi karyawan tetap dan jadi GD dedicated nya Tim Telkomsel lalu dapet juga kerjaan buat Brand keren macem KitKat, TCASH, Popmie, Samsung, McDonalds, photoshoot kejar tayang, pitching nginep di kantor, sampe photoshoot ke papua, seru abis kan, I’m enjoying my work at the fullest this time. Time goes fast, ga kerasa uda 2 tahun di LB lalu, gw cabut dari LB gara-gara alasan keluarga yang gamau gw pulang malem terus :( , yah it means gw ga bisa di ahensi lagi yaa :( , alhasil impian gw buat jadi Art Director di Ahensi pun kandas..

Oke dari situ masuk lah gw ke Calbee Wings (Wings Snack Brand) offernya lumayan dan pikir gw bisa pulcep buat ngelarin masalah pulang malem tadi, oke disana enak juga, dapet teman baru dan pengalaman baru di client side dan dapet byk skill yang diperlukan di kehidupan ini dari mulai hardskill sampe softskill, tapi the bad news is Sang Pacar pun meninggalkan aku dan akhirnya jadi LDR-an :(  *cepetan pulang plisss

Ga kerasa uda 1 tahun 8 bulan akhirnya gue memutuskan untuk resign untuk mencoba bidang lain dan pengalaman baru di non-fmcg company.. sedih bgt sih ninggalin comfort zone gue dengan lingkungan kerja yang nyaman dan orang-orang yang baik di calbee wings, tapi ya mumpung masih muda ya, dan always stay hungry and keep learning klo kata orang-orang..

akhirnya pencarian ku berakhir di OPPO ini kantor baru ku di 2019, dan ini masih minggu pertama gw kerja di OPPO ini, first impression in my head “I’ll give a big contribution for this company” 

Okay, pesan gue buat diri sendiri, “Stay curious, stay humble and always be positive Albi, keep that in ur mind!”

[majalahforbes-blog]

Layak Jadi Destinasi Liburan, Ini 3 Spot Tercantik di California

Forbes - California merupakan salah satu bagian negara terbesar yang ada di Amerika Serikat. Negara yang identik dengan pesona Golden Gate Bridge yang biasanya ditampilkan dalam film ini menyedot perhatian publik. Layak menjadi destinasi liburanmu selanjutnya, inilah 3 spot tercantik yang ada di California. Ace Hotel

©acehotel.com Ace Hotel bertempat di gedung United Artists yang bersejarah. Bangunan dan interiornya yang eksotis membuat setiap spot dari hotel ini begitu memukau. Untuk sampai ke hotel ini, kamu bisa berjalan kaki selama 12 menit dari The Grammy Museum, 15 menit berjalan dari Staples center dan 1,8 km dari Museum of Contemporary Art.

©acehotel.com Pilihan kamarnya memiliki gaya industri unik yang mengedepankan nuansa private. Terdapat private terrace, private wet bar, fully stocked mini bar, beberapa termasuk gitar akustik, dapur kecil dan ruang tamu pribadi yang membuat liburanmu makin menyenangkan. Ada juga pusat kebugaran yang buka 24 jam, toko yang menjual vinyl vintage dan pakaian. Jangan lewatkan kesempatan bersantai di infinity pool yang ada di puncak gedung serta teater megah bergaya Spanyol yang menakjubkan. Caravan Outpost

©caravanoutpost Pengalaman liburan ke California bakalan terasa beda jika kamu menyempatkan datang ke Caravan Outpost. Yup, pengalaman menginap di caravan yang berada di tengah oasis Ojai. Rasakan sensasi menikmati sejuknya udara pagi dan menjadikan langit sebagai atap ketika malam akan menjadi pengalaman yang tidak terlupakan.

©caravanoutpost Deretan kegiatan dan events yang diadakan di sana juga nggak kalah seru. Mulai dari fire side screening beralaskan pasir, live music setiap bulan, campfire cooking, bike path, tempat menginap di alam terbuka yang private serta toko buku yang bisa kamu temui saat bersepeda. Nuansa alam yang tenang dan indah ini akan menciptakan memori yang berkesan banget. Joshua Tree

©instagram/joshuatreenps Mendengar kata Joshua Tree National Park, pastinya kamu langsung ingat dengan tempat penyelenggaraan festival musik Coachella 2018 lalu. Meski hanya diadakan di Coachella Valley yang terletak di Gurun Colorado, namun foto-foto para seleb yang instagramablemembuat siapa saja ingin memiliki hal yang serupa. Joshua Tree National Park menyimpan berbagai spot terbaik yang layak untuk dijadikan destinasi liburan. Terletak di Gurun Mojave California, gurun ini terkenal dengan pepohonan berbentuk unik (pohon jenis yucca), museum outdoor hingga pemandangan bintang yang bikin takjub. Bagi kamu yang menyukai alam terbuka, deretan kegiatan seperti panjat tebing, berkemah hingga hiking menjadi sangat menantang. Read the full article

[dimamadima]

Plot

finally bukan clean post .. ahahahaha

tau plot kan ?? kalo di wikipedia mah macem2 sih , ada plot film .. ada plot art & literature, ada plot soal tanah juga .. ya macem2 sih arti nya ...

tapi disini kita bahas soal plot yg kaya di film atau di buku .. plot yg makna nya adalah “alur cerita”.

di beberapa film mindfucked, atau fim mikir kaya memento, inception, dan karya nolan yg lain biasa nya terkenal dengan twisted plot yg tidak di duga nya ..

nah tahukah kamu .. di dunia ada yg namanya konspirasi ?? nah loh jd konspirasi, aahahhaa ..

nggak sih, bukan mau bahas konspirasi, tapi plot itu kaya bentuk kecil dari konspirasi, ini menurut gw ya, kata gw ini mah .. itu pun gk bisa di terapin langsung. masih harus disesuaikan dengan konteks yg terjadi nya ...

hmmm, jadi sebenernya ini mau bahas ini sih, soal gimana 1 orang mampu membuat plot plot kehidupan atau plot dalam tindakannya, yg tujuannya untuk mempengaruhi suatu kondisi.

sebenernya sih lebih soal orang orang yg manipulatif sih, masih inget tulisan gw yg soal manipulatif itu tidak selalu jelek kan ?? manipulatif paling simpel adalah manipulasi orang tua untuk mempengaruhi anaknya melakukan hal hal yg di inginkan oleh orang tua nya.. misal, supaya rajin belajar, supaya mau makan, dsb nya.

plotting ... membuat plot ..

yg sulit dr plotting something is .. timing and X - Variable . ngatur timing dalam membuat plot merupakan hal yg paling sulit, apalagi kita ngomongin plot dalam kehidupan yg melibatkan suasana hati manusia. salah timing dalam menerapkan plot nya sendiri bisa menghasilkan output yg berbeda, yg mungkin malah semakin ngebuat kondisi semakin rumit. sedangkan x - variable adalah variable yg tidak terduga, karena kita berurusan dengan manusia lain yg mempunya tingkat nalar berbeda beda, dan pada dasarnya kita tidak bisa memprediksi apapun secara 100 % pasti tentang masa depan atau apa yg akan terjadi .. bisa menghitung sebuah probabilitas dr begitu banyak nya kemungkinan dari kehidupan sosial sampai nilai 50% saja sudah syukur.

plot .. is a time bomb ..

yap, plot itu harus tidak di duga untuk mendapatkan hasil yg maksimal, coba deh nonton film, tp di spoiler sama orang lain bagian2 seru nya ... jadi biasa aja kan ?? intinya sih plotting itu soal memberikan sensasi pengalaman tertentu terhadap 1 atau lebih manusia untuk menciptakan perasaan perasaan tertentu .. atau di tingkat lebih lanjut nya, plotting di lakukan untuk mengimplementasikan sebuah buah pikiran, sebuah ideologi, sebuah perilaku, sebuah tindakan, sebuah upaya untuk merubah mindset ..

manipulation by the psychiatrist ..

yap, para psikiater ini biasanya dalam tiap sesi nya akan melakukan manipulasi manipulasi tertentu untuk bisa masuk kedalam psikis pasiennya. hal ini bertujuan untuk bisa lebih mengerti kondisi pasien nya, dan mengetahui treatment seperti apa yg paling cocok untuk pasiennya ...

a plot is not a public consumption ..

ya seperti spoiler tadi, saat menerapkan plot, sama sekali tidak boleh di ketahui, karena saat di ketahui, hasil nya akan berbeda ...

my life full of plot ...

yap, ahahahaha ..karena 1 2 hal yg terjadi, dan beberapa prinsip .. memaksa gw untuk selalu melakukan plotting di hidup gw .. membuat plot plot khusus untuk beberapa orang dalam hidup gw untuk memberikan personal experience yg bertujuan baik untuk mereka ...

yap, baik menurut gw .. sah gak sih ? iya dan tidak jawabannya .. tapi ini adalah sebuah hal yg harus gw lakuin , hal yg gw harus bawa bebannya .. 

yap, its become a burden ... emang lu orang pikir gk jadi beban ngelakuin ini ?? of course dude, its become a big burden for me to carry .. even sometimes i have to sacrifice my own feeling, i have to put a side my own ego and feeling to stay focus to the objectivity ...

like a researcher ..

yap, i living my live with a researcher mindset .. one of my favourite is “doing that to be done” no matter what it cost you, no matter how hard it for you ... a researcher goal is always about future and humankind greater good.

gak selalu loh, plot dan manipulatif ini mudah .. malah lebih sering nya sulit, ahahahha ... ya lu pada cobain aja ngorbanin perasaan lu atau mungkin nama baik lu, cuma buat ngerubah kondisi atau 1 individu jadi lebih baik.

makan tuh !! ahahahaha 

ya intinya, kalo bisa nih ya .. kalo bisa jangan deh ngambil jalan hidup kaya begini .. kecuali lu orang pada udah siap buat ngasih, ngabdi .. memberikan hidup lu pada buat the greater good of humankind .. even you gonna be remembered as a villain ...

why villain ??

hmmm, gampang nya gini ... kalo dulu hitler tidak punya ambisi untuk menguasai dunia ... gk akan tuh ada pembelajaran untuk para manusia yg hidup setelahnya kalo perang itu sangat tidak baik, tidak akan ada tuh pelajaran soal gimana sih rasanya saling membantu ...

why researcher ??

tau gak E=mc kuadrat nya einstein akhirnya membuat nagasaki dan hiroshima luluh lantah ??? padahal tujuannya bukan buat itu kan ?? tapi tau gak kalo waktu einstein melakukan riset untuk nemuin hal ini, dia sendiri sudah takut kalo ini akan berdampak buruk .. tapi ? dia tetep ngelakuin penelitiannya kan ?? ampe beres, ampe jadi ... karena apa ?? karena tetap akan ada kebaikkan, ya walaupun terkadang hanya “kesempatan kebaikkan” ahahahahaha ...

ini tulisan sebenernya bentuk lain dari jangan ngejudge orang kalo gak tau masa lalu nya ... tapi ini lebih kaya jangan ngejudge orang dulu kalo gak tau dia alasan dari apa yg dia lakuin  ..

faithfully regards,

dimamadima

[arcanevalves]

Legend of Legaia

What I played: I completed the game. I played the game normally up until Sol Tower. Here I discovered that some mini-game grinding had to be done in order to progress, which I outright refused to do. So I asked dr. gameshark to give me infinite money and then proceeded to abuse money for the rest of the game. I never used any gameshark code besides money.

OH THE BODY HORROR

When I played Legaia as a kid, I don’t think I really appreciated or understood at the time the ways that anime was showing up in JRPG. Some comparisons were obvious to me as a kid (e.g., Xenogears and NGE), but in retrospect it seems like Legend of Legaia’s main anime is Akira? The main character has a red vest with a flame on the back. A substantial portion of the game involves body horror derived from human beings being absorbed or hijacked by Seru monsters, organic tools that had previously provided humans great convenience before being driven mad by a mist. Even the Ra-Seru that allies with humanity continues to morph and cover greater portions of their hosts.

The story of humanity and the Seru is fairly typical what-is-the-real-cost-of-this-convenience type stuff. Seru leave the world at the conclusion of the story. Seru provided great ease, but then in the midst of a war, experiments by one side led to the discovery that mist could be used to drive the Seru berserk. The power was too great a temptation and led nearly to the end of humanity. The source of the Seru and the mist was simply “some renegade Seru from the Seru homeworld.”

FIGHTING RPG

Legend of Legaia employs two systems in tandem for combat. One is a martial arts system where the player inputs a string of commands where each of up, down, left, and right correspond to a certain attack (high kick, low kick, ra-seru arm, free arm). Certain sequences will unleash various special movies. Taking a turn to defend increases the number of commands that can be input on a later turn. Several bosses provide advance warning of strong attacks and so I often used the intended defend/charge-up and then unload strategy on bosses. The game also allows the player to input multiple special moves by eliding from one art to the next in the input string (i.e., the final input of one special move can be the first input of the next special move). While I did not bother to play minesweeper to brute force out the special moves, the game does provide a list once they have been discovered and I did enjoy cooking up input strings that would invoke multiple arts to unload on bosses. The end game obsoletes this creativity, though, by providing full-bar input strings called “miracle arts” that do way more damage than any custom combo.

Similarly, there is also a magic system which involves absorbing certain enemies to perform different spells. These spells could be leveled up to gain new effects (e.g., a healing spell levels up to both heal for more and gain the ability to remove status effects). Initially, I thought it would be a no brainer to level up spells with a little economically applied grinding. The first spell costs a reasonable 10 MP and is very useful against the first boss. However, later spells cost excessive amounts of MP and the amount of trips involved to grind these would likely yield little benefit. Ultimately, magic became just the domain of healing spells.

[inuhebichi]

Golden Bomber - Baburu wa Yokatta [English, romaji, kanji] subtitles below the cut!!

FORMAT: Kanji over romaji over English

バブルはよかった baburu wa yokatta I'm glad for the Bubble age

人を掻き分けて声をかけた hito wo kakiwakete koe wo kaketa Pushing your way through people, you called out 真夏のマーメイドガール manatsu no maameido gaaru A midsummer mermaid girl 気まぐれに移るその表情が kimagure ni utsuru sono hyoujou ga Unpredictably switching, that look on your face ジゴロの視線束ねて jigoro no shisen tabanete manipulates the gigolos' gaze

そっと漂う甘いコロン sotto tadayou amai koron That gently floating, sweet perfume 耳で踊る菱形のイヤリング mimi de odoru hishigata no iyaringu Rhomboid earrings dancing on your ears その全て何もかもがおまえを輝かせる sono subete nanimo kamo ga omae wo kagayaka seru Everything and everyone making you glisten

揺れる灯りを be all right yureru akari wo be all right Swaying lights; be all right 零れたペリニヨン secret the night koboreta periniyon secret the night Overflowed Perignon; secret the night 乱れたルージュの miss moonlight midareta ruuju no miss moonlight With messy rouge lips; miss moonlight さあ僕の腕の中へ saa boku no ude no naka e Come on, into my arms

繰り返し流れる dancing beat kurikaeshi nagareru dancing beat Repeatedly flowing; dancing beat 繰り返し絡める sweet your lips kurikaeshi karameru sweet your lips Repeatedly entwining; sweet your lips 奪って全てを mermaid girl ubatte subete wo mermaid girl Taking over everything; mermaid girl さあ僕の中で永遠に踊ろう saa boku no naka de towa ni odorou Come on, let's dance eternally inside of me

ふと寂し気な表情の後で futo sabishiki na hyoujou no ato de Unexpectedly, after a lonesome expression リンゴを出してかじる ringo wo dashite kajiru You pull out an apple and take a bite 強く見えがちなbeauty faceからの tsuyoku mie gachi na beauty face kara no From your strong-looking, diligent beauty face gapに響く指笛 gap ni hibiku yubifue An echoing whistle through the gap of your fingers

そうおまえ知ったその日から迷い込んだ迷宮(ラビリンス) sou omae shitta sono hi kara mayoi konda labyrinth And so, from that day I came to know you, I went astray in a labyrinth

Mysteryおいでよ side seat mystery oide yo side seat Come on a mystery; side seat 二人眺めよう Waterfront futari nagameyou waterfront The two of us, viewing; waterfront 吠え面をかいた floor mens hoedzura wo kaita floor mens A tearful face poured; floor mens さあ二人きりさ highway saa futarikiri sa highway Come on, just the two of us on a highway

繰り返し流れる city light kurikaeshi nagareru city light Repeatedly flickering; city light 繰り返し高鳴る my car muffler kurikaeshi takanaru my car muffler Repeatedly throbbing; my car muffler 飛ばして全てを open car tobashite subete wo open car Speeding along; open car さあ風の中で永遠に踊ろう saa kaze no naka de towa ni odorou Come on, let's dance eternally in the wind

そう今はこんな時代 sou ima wa konna jidai And so, now in times like this, 誰も彼も毎夜終わらぬparty dare mo kare mo maiyo owaranu party There's a never-ending party each night for everyone その全てを使い味わい時代の波を泳ぐ sono subete wo tsukai ajiwai jidai no nami wo oyogu Using and savoring everything, riding the waves of these times

揺れる灯りを be all right A swaying light; be all right 零れたペリニヨン secret the night Overflowing Perignon; secret the night 乱れたルージュの miss moonlight midareta ruuju no miss moonlight With messy rouge lips; miss moonlight さあ僕の家の中へ saa boku no ie no naka e Come on, into my house

繰り返し流れる drinking bird kurikaeshi nagareru drinking bird Repeatedly dipping; drinking bird 繰り返し揺らめく kinetic art kurikaeshi yurameku kinetic art Repeatedly swaying; kinetic art 誰にも邪魔されない no smartphone dare ni mo jama sa renai no smartphone Nobody will disturb us; no smartphone さあ終わらない夢を見よう saa owaranai yume o miyou Come on, let's have a never-ending dream

Mysteryおいでよ happy age mystery oide yo happy age Come on a mystery; happy age 二人眺めよう flower rock futari nagameyou flower rock The two of us viewing; flower rock 注がれ溢れる champagne tower sosogare afureru champagne tower Poured and overflowing; champagne tower さあ泡に溺れ永遠に眠ろう saa awa ni obore towa ni nemurou Come on, let's eternally sleep in these sinking bubbles

TL NOTES:

*1 - title using the "バブル" is an economic era back in the late 80s-early 90s. longer word here is "バブル景気" (bubble boom). the song is heavily inspired by those years with a lot of fondness * 2 - Perignon is a brand of alcohol * 3 - 時代 is pretty much a word for a specific era, I translated it into "these times" rather than "this era" cause I thought it fit the sorta cool vibe of the song a little better. * 4 - I have to say it... what the heck is a "floor mens" lol? i guess it's just weird engrish but from the clipart + the first lyric in that line, probably jealous dudes crying on the floor? * 5 - 永遠に is NOT pronounced "eien ni" in this song, but "towa ni" my research has not proved too useful here BUT it seems like towa ni is an older way of pronounciation of that kanji that people don't really use anymore. first heard it I was like WAIT WHAT DID HE JUST SAY? typed in とわに on my keyboard so it'd bring up suggested kanji and bam: that kanji was there a bit down the list, that's how i even figured it out >_> * 6 - 'no smartphone' referring to how there used to be no cellphones where people were CONSTANTLY texting people or on social media as there are now.

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quince, I let me because  man hast by kind. Four are  the Priors niece who day by  slow reeds— Wrapped in the saut tear  blins head? in desert. About; 

the moder was please me.  Then kisses All or  retentions or no— may the figured  in my art a scent and,  every young, but me where her 

peccant patch over me, my freedome  lorne, who if rife The passions  always. are the  very morrow, and please the  deep tone of your knee. And 

replied he had made of Woman  is so late: and a bunched  leave ere were grief intelligence as  victims son shall stings strange my stomachs  not in his natiue plainly instruct 

those death: yea having a little  thus of him, she gentlemen  kirkward shall song of all the  left our merry place; whereby  I did, and so a 

woman, tired … or it ended  Prince things what will be  when I though flowr to delightful  spake hears not sickness what  each in that elder love To 

keep from home a snails, As  she! depend on Fortune was  calmd to the mall  selling. sweet face is her adieus! Oh  gently heart like a tired … or 

it ended like the  front in the best whip,  past,— this world without thee, as the  dry and the neither  side bound for thee to 

mend the greater and  with the great son of the  Argonauts, in bullet  get it. And with her  though now here is no fixed trance, 

I long loved you are no longer you; on  Helens cheek, in the sea- snakes coil away to believe her  self-same lovers live on a  printed cheek with 

power shall her gentle  muses! You will has  clovers line, thus gan he there alive,  remember.— Flower as I  think of his art; at lengthen 

out—at worst the bestowes serues  thy life close there will ring  it, at present, with  a glass, What indeed,  almost blue Turns orchestral crooked in 

store of praise; naming to slumberous  proof, that horror, darkly; but to  find; and over us  like dumb phones to know her side  the mystery lurks, My panting