Bhyllabus l'énigme

Les pèlerins au-dessus des nuages

Rubrik & arsip

childhood

  • From Hate to Love: The Nap Transformation

    From Hate to Love: The Nap Transformation

    Tulisan ini menggambarkan perjalanan transformasi hubungan dengan tidur siang. Dulu dibenci karena dianggap sebagai pencurian waktu, sekarang disukainya sebagai hadiah dan bentuk otonomi di tengah tuntutan dewasa. Tidur siang menjadi momen istirahat…

  • Childhood Beliefs: When the Moon Follows You
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    Childhood Beliefs: When the Moon Follows You

    Di masa kanak-kanak, penulis percaya bahwa bulan mengikutinya, menciptakan rasa kedekatan dengan alam semesta. Seiring bertambah dewasa, penulis menyadari absurditas keyakinan tersebut, namun tetap merindukan perasaan keindahan dan makna. Dalam perjalanan hidup,…

  • A Blast from the Past: When Our Afternoons Were Ruled by Indonesian TV’s Cartoon Chaos

    A Blast from the Past: When Our Afternoons Were Ruled by Indonesian TV’s Cartoon Chaos

    The content reflects on the nostalgic experiences of children from the late 80s and early 90s, contrasting today’s easy access to streaming services with the chaotic thrill of watching Indonesian television cartoons.…

  • Paddling you through the fantasy land

    Ten-year-old Pipkin bounced in his worn saddle, his knobbly knees barely grazing the handlebars of his trusty steed, ‘Rusty’. Rusty wasn’t much to look at – a Frankensteinian patchwork of spare parts,…

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    To tréno févgi stis októ

    When I was a little child, my mother though me so much of National Songs including what we call as “Keroncong Perjuangan”. One of them which brings much of childhood memories while…

  • Meet Tobby The Brownie

    Recently, our dorm has a new guest – and maybe would become our new family member here. Few days ago, our neighbour found a small puppy beside his wheal, and the puppy…

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    I Vote For Darkness

    There were moments I can’t clearly grasp until this very day. Everything those stain as memories are evaporating slowly but certainly. Even for the most solid ones, they were being covered in…

  • Half Winged Butterfly

    This one is a story which takes place a long time ago, on a beautiful Sunday morning before everything turn into that tragedy. I was riding my bike until I got in…