Daily Prompt : Memories For Sale

Today’s daily prompt suggests, me to talk about

On a weekend road trip, far away from home, you stumble upon a garage sale in a neighborhood you’re passing through. Astonished, you find an object among the belongings for sale that you recognize. Tell us about it.

Across the ocean of clouds, shimmering small patches of light spread across a crowded streets in town. It was a Sunday evening and the sun was soon setting in, and that was where the ‘cool kids’ went. Dressed in their knicks and checkered pants, a V-neck shirt, throwing a cool blazer or a shawl perhaps to match the incoming crowd. the girls are ready to make do with what they have, their worn dresses were on the silver stand, in fact there were many silver stands.

The surrounding lights played a huge factor, that little bit of spot light, shines the glittery silver beads, a part of the black dress that was on sale. It reminded me of a disco light in movies though I might have seen it in one of those old collector’s item shop.

Strolling along past the aisle, tables were placed in ‘specific’ areas, and assumed that they were placed as a strategy to attract the biggest crowd. Clothes was the major player, in fact most of them were selling clothes, and at some point of time, there were jewelries and some section where random toys and gadgets were being displayed. I walked past these areas, trying to squeeze through the constant group of girls that was fumbling through owl rings, and shiny drop down earrings, the group of crowd that was trying to decide on which color USB cable matched their phone cover or charger.

I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but that moment, as i was glancing past, a few accessories on a random store, i came across something familiar.

Digimon

Neither did The watches beside it , nor the random new plushies or new usb cables, meant more than what i saw. The ‘Digimon’ handheld game.

Wait up, before that, just click on the video first, if you want to have more of a feel, while reading this. 🙂

The memories of having to hold one felt like I was transformed back to 1999, where the battles of Digimon began to spread across the school like wildfire. The ‘awesome ones’ have a digimon packed in their school bag. During recess time, we would have fought each other in a ‘heat’ battle. Connecting the link between two of these games, facing each other with the handheld connected by a port at the end. I was succumbed to keep on going after every winning battle.

Back home, i had kept my ‘digimon’ by my side, attending to its food, water, medicines, sleep, training and most importantly its ‘shit’ . He slept by my bed, and we grew accustomed to having each other.

The feeling that has caught me by surprise, it reminded me where life was simple, and yet so mysterious. It also reminded how simple these things have kept me happy and entertained.

I walked past again, smiled at the owner, for she had just sold me back a part of my memory.

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Daily Prompt: 180 Degrees

I’ve not posted daily prompts for awhile, but I missed posting daily prompts, because it has really gets the creativity juice going and brain thinking.

Tell us about a time you did a 180 — changed your views on something, reversed a decision, or acted in a way you ordinarily don’t.

Recalling the days back, I’ve done so much 180’s, i think there’s too much to say, so I guess I’m going to tell the one of the 180’s that really changed my life and how I think.

Back in the primary school days (not another old story again :D, haha okay bare with me), getting bullied was an normal routine. I was the school nerd, a weird kid really, yes you name it. Crying was routine too. Complains were usual, being the person that i was, i just had to complain to teachers, which eventually escalated up to DM’s and principal, and till my mum came school, but i guess it didn’t help much, because complaining only leads to more bullying.

The 180.
I don’t know why i was treated in such ways, i guess i was slow in understanding, but after awhile i ‘realized’ that maybe I was the problem. I guess instead of complaining, i had to deal with myself. Not to say that i had to fit in, but I guess the way i see it is, if I had wanted to change the way people think of me, I had to change myself. So no more long socks up way up high, better hairstyle, better ‘cool’ shoes ( oh yes how judgmental those days were where they see Kappa shoes), I don’t know, the way i communicate perhaps. Laugh it off to those mean jokes, then eventually things slowly went fine. Lesser bullying, lesser cries, more appreciation.

Coming to think of it, it’s always how we perceive things, you know. Changing one self is easier than trying to change someone’s else and I don’t agree with bullying, i think it’s really not so much of a good memory to remember by.

It does however change the way i think, see and feel, and I did have to go through it understanding the hard way. The future children does not have to go through the process, which is why i think that this 180 is the decision i had made.
 Start doing something about it, understand yourself better.

 


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Going back to History.

If there was a place I would like to go back to, that was being in a place of where relationship was new. I lived in an environment where relationship for me during my secondary school life a big fat ‘0’. wait’ this one ‘O’ .

Innocently strange, I actually never did understood the meaning of holding on to a relationship back then, it was either a go, or a no go at all. A go would mean that I had a good chance of having a really nice girlfriend and blew it off, and a no go would be somewhere between getting rejected even before asking.

I hardly forget what i did in the past, what i did honestly to the girl who once touched my heart, (yes i would say to myself 8 years back, he’s a jerk)
Dear self, how could you hurt the girl who loved you for who you are. How could you have played her heart and make up stories? How could you not understand how your decision was affecting the one who you’ve known so well because of one reason. You.

(Self in the past) : Maybe because you’re so innocent, maybe because I did this to help you in the future understand. Maybe because you have to learn things the hard way in order for you to understand what it feels like.

Current Self : Hmm maybe, but,

If i had a chance to repeat this story, maybe I’ll do it a little better. I would have stood up for myself and never let go of the love that took me away. The girl who was being truthful about herself, i wouldn’t have let go of her just because she’s already loss her ‘virginity’ because I know that our love was stronger. I wouldn’t have lied about many things just to break up with another person. I would have swept her off her feet and let her know that I’m the one she can count on, to be there and with.

What should have happened was that I’d be living a happy life with the one, and we would have been in love for years and live a really good life. I would have get in touch with her parents and so with mine, cause during that time, our parents were already getting well with each other.

I think we could have made it far, because until now, i still do feel for her. I lost in contact with her, can’t find where she is now, but I also think if that happens, just maybe, I could at least say sorry.