Posts tagged ‘nostalgia’

August 10, 2008

Life in a Basement

In a week I’ll be moving along with Andrea and Anna to the new house.
Being a small town, the new house ‘at the opposite end of the town’ means that we have to walk all of fifteen minutes to get there from the current one.

My new room will be in the basement, a surprisingly nice wood-panelled little room in the corner, surrounded by cold unpainted cement walls and labyrinth-like ways leading to the washing room, the engine room, and some kind of a pit that I do not want to think what it was for.

I seem to always end up in a basement eventually.

At least this time, there will be no wall-to-wall cabinet filled with life-like dolls, their large glassy eyes fixed unseeingly toward a poster bed. My poster bed. No wonder why the family used it primarily as a storage room. ‘Creepy’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.

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July 8, 2008

RIP My Website (1996-2008)

This article via Spoongraphics

Can’t help but laugh at the screenshots. What were they thinking?

Hang on.
I think these blinding, psychedelic design are quite familiar.

Remember our computer class in the, oh, 8th Grade?
Everybody excited about HTML and first-time programming something.
TABLES were oh-my-god-so-Difficult.
IFRAMES were all the rage.

Girls would go searching for cute bullets, buttons, wallpapers and Sanrio-character graphic.
Boys would collect their favourite sports/bands pictures and banners.
And then we had a bet going who would be able to cram the most into a page.
The unofficial prize would go to the flashiest, most-embedded-to-heck website of the class.

Remember, this is a dial-up days of woefully slow connection, when 28.8 kbs was pretty fast.
But nobody cared about that, really.
We were just having a blast, like having another room of our own to decorate and fill up with stuff we like.

I’m still attempting to make a website from time to time.
Have learned quite a lot about various mark-ups, web typography, accessibility, blah blah blah, since then.

But somehow, creating website isn’t as fun as it used to be.
And the room doesn’t feel like something of mine anymore.

June 12, 2008

The Rose

Been too long since I last hummed this song.
Suddenly I couldn’t hear anything else except “The Rose” echoing in my ears.
It’s a nice day today. [1]

It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance;
It’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance;
It’s the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give;
and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live

The Rose

[1] Apparently, no so for the Germans.

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