When this song was released, it became the reason I started pushing myself over and over.
I just realized the title of my previous entry had no relation to the outcome. But I like to think you can connect some cables if you glue them with symbolism. Let's think outside the box. After I played Silent Hill f, I realized this puzzle master dog was inside me and barked at the puzzles this game had for me (In its hardest puzzle difficulty.) I spent most of the time braining answers and I ended up looking for a guide. In that moment my puzzles-master dog hid leaving tears behind. I wasn't clueless; I was oversmarting the answers.
I'm not going to justify it. I was a Silent Hill fan when I was a kid but look, being a horror fan since I was a brat comes with some benefits. Truth is: Old horror games and some modern ones have a little of everything. Sometimes, it's just a complete merged anomaly (good way). In this case some puzzles forced you to learn some crazy s(beep), and being used to Silent Hill hard puzzle difficulty made me think SHf had some of it.
I still get haunted by the Shakespeare puzzle in SH3. Maybe that was some reflex of mine thinking SHf had some juice. Don't forget the piano from SH1 tho.
Don't get me wrong, I loved Silent Hill f and I enjoyed every single second.
(Something good happened today and I'm motivated. Now the title makes sense, right?)
Number Girl last live plus my favorite song of theirs. A comment on that video mentions how the members looked on the verge of tears while playing. I agree.
My jogging era started not a long time ago. Routine is going great and I feel more inspired than ever, and even now I'm feeling stuck in this loophole when it to my creative works.
Wow, I'd ask Earth to slow the f(beep) down. It acts like a young adult whose life has been wasted until they found their raison d'etre and now it's all about locking in. I'm lowkey describing myself with that, but that doesn't mean our planet should act that bitchy! It reminds me of that time I said 'Man, I wish we had 30 hours instead of 24, it'd make a great difference.' Right after typing such nonsense I got a reply: 'Please, more work-hours would end me.' I didn't say anything after that.
I got KO'd and hence reality stepped in. I remained silent but if you ever read this: I'm sorry.
I'll be honest, giving off the vibes of a Girl-Failure tired of capitalism made you look hot.
Noko embodied their mind with this one, you can just tell they're expressing their whole life in this song.
There's something I learnt this year alongside the pile of mental memos collected by yours truly: Boredom is your friend.
I'm not reinventing the wheel. If you're an old but smart hat, you're going to realize: we're living in an era filled with boredom-killer-3000 media. Living in a country (mine) where services are often being interrupted by random shutdowns is a perfect way to snap back into reality.
I look at myself and I think: 'Wow, I'm not an entity living inside the net! I'm actually a human being enjoying real life!' followed by 'Oh... I'm living inside a cage made of meat & bones, limited by nature's great balance system.'
Boredom kicks in. I greet it in my mood and guess what? I start doing random shit I've never thought of doing. That's the reason behind the existence of my first project as a gamedev. HELL, THAT'S HOW I STARTED DRAWING 4 YEARS AGO.
I deleted most boredom-killer-3000 apps weeks ago. Then went back to the good ol' days before world destroyer-tok invaded our planet. It's not all butterflies and sparks but hey: This blog exists out of boredom, right?
Thank you, Boredom-sensei.
(Nouzi wrote this within a no-internet epiphany)
So welcome in. This space is where I'll post daily nonsense as a roadmap to keep my sanity. No grammar checking, no re-writing, just me and my thoughts. I'll leave a door for whoever wants to check.
The dynamic is simple: I'll post a song daily as an entree, after that it's up to you whether you keep reading or not. I'll think about what else to add someday.
Today I was rukiawaa-pilled.
I'm just starting my 20s, like I mentioned countless times to a friend of mine.
Told her I was between two paths. Left looks like a great waste of time. Right looks like a waste of mental health. Now ending each path, there's a great hole where I can't see any way out once you're in.
Long story short: The purpose of this blog will prolly be laugh material for my future self. Well, serve yourself. In any case, what I'm doing right now is for you, asshole.
If you're not my future self, then welcome in, please, enjoy every word.
See you tomorrow.