What Should’ve, Would’ve, Could’ve Been Done on That Chair in 1997.

“Music is a mysterious thing. Sometimes it makes people remember things they do not expect. Many thoughts, feelings, memories. Things  almost forgotten. Regardless of whether the listener desires to remember or not.” – Citan ‘Xenogears’

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Note : Please play the video first and let the music plays on the background then you are pleased to continue reading the whole blog post.

This music has taken me RIGHT back to where i was 10 years old. On one Saturday in 1997, One day after the long school holiday was announced. The joy was on me to finally be able to play my favorite game, Final Fantasy 7, again after a long stressful week of final exams. My “gaming chair” back then was just a sturdy patio chair that was 10 times less comfortable to sit down for hours than other cushy coaches in the room, but i didn’t mind at all. I’d already felt a great connection to this chair.

It was in the mid of dry season. The sun light was peeking through the windows and I could see the dust particles in the ray of light. My mom peeked in a while to ask if I’m hungry or to let me know that lunch is ready whenever I’m hungry. The sound of Prambors FM Radio from my room was clearly heard towards the living room where i was holding my PS1 joystick and from the little crack of the windows in the guest room i could also listen the bustling traffic and see some people dropped from the bus on the main street.

My cat called “Tutih”- taken from the word “Putih” – white, was sleeping on my lap. I could smell a newly fresh shampoo scent on her fur. She was probably being forced by my mom to take a shower this morning. I could imagine that she was screaming and scratching my mother’s arms as the warm water hit her delicate skin all morning. Most cats hate water and she is a ‘most cat’.

Here on my chair, I could see the stack of pirated PS1 games on the stands under my TV. In every corner of the house, I could also see stoneware jugs, my father collected everytime he traveled. This house is full of antiques we don’t really need, there’s no more room for it anymore. But i know everybody has one or some hobbies that matters to them. My father has his crushed agains antiques, my mother cats, and me.

Stacks of pirated PS1 CDs.

My room is right in front of the living room. The door was wide open. From this chair, i could see things inside my room. In each corner closest to the door, there is knick knack of free things i collected from “Tabloid Fantasi, Majalah Bobo, and Album Donal Bebek“. I had various of posters I patched on the wall. But the best souvenirs belonged to collection of Donal Bebek pose-able figurines with a couple of other Disney characters figurines which i liked the most. I almost had all free collectible items from all those weekly magazines and tabloids in my room.

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And all of sudden, in a blink of an eye…

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I’m here sitting on the same chair knowing that

I’m a 29 years old man now.

Where the hell has the time gone?

Wouldn’t it be so great to have power to be able to time travel through hearing sounds and smelling scents that can trigger all special memories back to life, would it?. If then, i would have walked down this moment of me sitting down my chair while playing my favorite game. And say. Thanks mom for peeking me a while to ask if I’m hungry.

Cause I remember,  i missed saying Thank You that time.

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By : AP