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The Games that Shaped Mr. Dandy: Super Metroid

Rain beats against the barren wastes 

A lonely planet touched by the shining star 

A journey back to where it all began 

A visit back, one last time. 

The fate of all kinds within one’s hands 

The isolation thick enough to choke on

Another dead end, another locked door 

But alas, keep rolling like the Morphing Ball. 

Super Metroid wasn’t the first Metroid game I had played. That goes to the title of Metroid Fusion for the Game Boy Advance. A super cool yet far more linear take on the franchise’s ‘explorative action-platformer’ roots. It wouldn’t be until my SNES fetish of my late childhood years would kick in again, driving me to try and find the games that we had kept as well as buy those that were missing in my collection, Super Metroid being one of them. It was certainly one of the best $50 notes I had ever spent but the actual journey throughout the game’s magnificent world felt absolutely priceless. Taking the expeditionary helm of feared bounty huntress Samus Aran, plunging through the seemingly alive atmospheres of Planet Zebes seemed like traversing through landscapes that were well and truly alive, despite the player sitting on the other side of the action with a controller in their hands.

" ... are you sure we can't talk this over?"
” … are you sure we can’t talk this over?”

If you ever get a chance to pick up this game, whether it be an actual physical copy, through the Nintendo Wii/Wii U Virtual Console or through other means (*cough* emulation *cough*) then I strongly recommend you sit down and have yourself a science fiction side scrolling adventure!

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Sendin’ Out an S.O.S!

Or more like sending out a not so anonymous text …

"Hello, operator? I'd like one large pepperoni pizza please .... "
“Hello, operator? I’d like one large pepperoni pizza please …. “

I am not sure what has come over me today, but for some strange reason I was very compelled to text and greet a few faces from the far reaches of my past. What possessed me to almost go through with such a ludicrously late and borderline creepy gesture of potentially misinterpreted goodwill? I honestly don’t know. It must be that full moon that we’re due for tonight …

What would you even say to someone you have had guff-all contact with throughout the year? And via a text too. That’s what makes it worse. Although I felt as if I had attempted to call them, that would have just made things all the more unbearably awkward because let’s face it: At the end of the day, a bad phone call is the Dandy’s metaphorical self-esteem related Achilles heel. Would it really be so bad? In a more colourful shade of logic, the answer would probably be ‘No’ with the longer runner up for the grand prize of bluntness being ‘No, it’s your own perspective that determines whether it’s awkward or not.’

But then again, one brightly lit perspective that radiates with optimism can’t speak for two people. And it normally takes two to do the conversational tango. Unless you’re like good ol’ Dandy here and can effortlessly pull off the verbal waltz with none other than his own lonely self.

There is no shame in talking to yourself, friends. It’s when you start explaining your dastardly plans in uber-precise detail to your invisible audience for exposition’s sake that you need to start worrying.

Dandy, out.

Posted in Blog, Diary, food, life, personal

Outta Whack!

“Hey, you know … I could really go for a deep dish Capriciosa pizza with extra cheese right about now.” 

“Yeah, too bad it’s 1 in the morning.” 

If that confusing little slice of dialogue wasn’t enough to paint the picture of this post’s topic, then I guess I’ll just have to come out and be upfront about the topic. Even as I wrote that, I mistook the word ‘topic’ for ‘topping’, which has only made my early morning pizza craving all the more vicious.

But seriously. It was 1 in the morning and everyone in the Dandy household seemed to be as famished as Mahatma Gandhi on a hunger strike. Sure, having lunch at 4 in the afternoon is just as bad but cut me some slack here. I find it difficult to even force myself to sleep when I am completely spent for mental and physical energy despite it being almost 8 in the morning. The birds are chirping their little warm-up vocal exercises for the day and the sun is already beaming through the curtains like my house is situated closer to our sun than Mercury.

I am really going to have to get back into working order …

Posted in Blog, Diary, Experience, life

“Nobody hits harder than life … “

Nothing like starting the New Year off with a bit of a training session! I am surprised I’ve come so far! Being able to barely make an effort to do 10 consecutive push ups a month ago to becoming the 60 push-up standard demon that I am today is just nuts! This training stuff actually works!

But now, allow me to stow away my excitement and wish you all :

A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR!  *yay!* 

Yes, and just when I had finally gotten all settled down with the usual rut of marking ‘2014’ as the year in the dates section of school papers and worksheets, the succeeding year rolls around to break me out of the Familiar Zone and cut my partially ‘slow’ self no breaks whatsoever. But enough about my personal life: Let’s talk about our fair 2014 for a bit.

For me personally, 2014 was somehow able to wind up both the soul crushingly worst and yet, most productive and character strengthening year of my life so far. Being fresh out of high school to already facing my inevitable second year of both University and TAFE studies … man, the months just flew by. In terms of my academics, I certainly performed better than I ever did in my previous two years of secondary college. But the reason why may have to wait until it’s own warranted post … and a rather lengthy one it will be, let me tell you.

Relationships ultimately seemed to crumble into indistinguishable pieces before my very eyes in what felt like a form of the most inhumane emotional torture. Slow and painful, to say the least. It felt like everyone had become a ghost or had never existed at all. And often, during times of immense heartache and sorrow, I would often find myself looking back to the burning bridge that led to the other side, where the better times were. And despite my continuous empty headed march forward, I would find myself unknowingly trudging back again, back to that land of magnets and miracles.  In all honesty, for a majority of the year (and despite being in a relationship at the time), i felt no more than alive. It was like I were living simply to exist and nothing more. Sure, I had my studies. I had my friends and I had my lover. But at the time, if they had faded into nothingness, I don’t think my excessively sedated self would’ve even picked up on it. I was sleepwalking through life. 

It eventually came to a head. What felt like years upon years of constant hurting and a seemingly unquenchable emptiness had brought me to the darkest place that we all fear to fall into.  The one place in which we wish we’d simply cease to exist rather than have our minds swallowed by the unrelenting abyss. And after spending some time in this lightless place, I had given myself two solid options :

“I could just remain here. I could just stay here and give up, like so many others have. I could potentially scar the hearts and minds of both friends and family, starring blankly at the wall as a broken soul or worse. … ”

Or,

“There is no light, but I am sure as hell that I can conjure up even the tiniest flame to guide me. I could find my way out of this place, out of this torrent of blackness, and find my old self along the way … ”

If I had of picked the first option, I might not have been around to create this blog, or write this post. 

Before I knew it, I found myself making changes and taking chances that I never ever thought that I would be capable of making. I had taken up martial arts again with a friend that I met from class. I was able to actually live to see the day where I’d be able to spend time with my ENTIRE family and most of my friends. I would meet an absolutely wonderful girl who would go on to reach out and help pull me through the tides and to the shore, despite owing me nothing.

And last, but not least, I would start this WordPress blog. I would read the wonderful posts of my followers and enjoy everything that they have to offer. You people would go on to unknowingly inspire me, stir up hope in my heart and show me a whole different rainbow coloured spectrum of lights to see life through. And for that, I can’t thank you enough. You are all interesting, intelligent, determined and very creative and informative people. It has been an honour, so far, to be able to both read what you have written and to have you read what I have posted.

Don’t forget to take care of yourselves and remember: When in doubt, keep pushing forward.

“We await your return, warrior.” 

– Dandy ❤

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Coming Back to Life.

Hey hey!

I hope you are all doing rather well. And I also hope that you all had a very Merry Christmas as well. I had been meaning to try and go out of my way to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, even my WordPress followers with a little post, but then I got a little lost down the long and winding road of life. You know how it is.

So three wholes days of non-stop Christmas lunch and dinner related delicacies intertwined with running into old faces and calling up far away friends, I am finally back into the swing of things.  This post isn’t going to be long at all. Hell, I am pretty much done with writing it. I just wanted to wish everybody a bit of a late Merry Christmas and if I am unable to post during the occasion, a very Happy New Year.

Be sure to share as much moments of love and laughter with your friends and family as you can til the year’s end.

Peace, love and all the good stuff.

christmas-candles-6

– Dandy ❤

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“Stay in bed, float upstream!”

Pfff, you think that YOU sleep in late?

Ever since class has slowed up to one day a week and since I have little to no social life since all of my friends have moved away, I have made a nasty habit of sleeping in until ridiculous hours of the afternoon. Try something along the lines of 3 PM. And what’s even worse is that I find myself going to bed when the birds start chirping!

I’ve got no idea what caused me to start this ungodly routine but it honestly cuts my day right in half. The first thing that I find myself doing is having that usual morning shower … at 3:30.  It’s really gotten beyond the joke.

It also doesn’t help that I can’t seem to go to sleep at all when the night falls. Crazy stuff, man. I mean, within the time that takes place between 3 and 12 AM, I could work on some music, do my physical training, have a good chat with my Dad, text people, play some video games, text back said people after they bugged me throughout an intense Team Deathmatch, make dinner, make tea, eat rice, write this post and then proceed to watch a few episodes of anime.

… wow. I guess people can’t say i am entirely lazy. I mean that’s pretty darn productive. Imagine if I got up at 9AM! I could probably fit in a few dozen job interviews, put some extra time into my assignments and actually have breakfast! Or I could just play more video games … yeah.

I mean, I have nothing against a bit of laziness but this takes the cake. The … lazy cake. For some reason I imagined a coffee scroll with a little sign poked into it reading ‘LAZY’.

Posted in Blog, Diary, Experience, Gaming, Health, Humour, life, Music, personal, Spiritual, Youth

“Where did I go wrong … ?”

I lost my drafts. Somewhere along in WordPress oblivion.

I had originally written a whole three paragraphs as a post regarding my experiences with ambient music and how I came in contact with the genre, as well as what possessed me to don my uncool shades and start producing in one of the most low mainstream genres of music of all time. But I think it would be much better, and far more easier, to write about how frustrated I am about losing that post as well as how infrequent my posting has become.

I have never really been too big on social networking. I mean, I would update a status daily but it was usually no more than a sentence. Going maybe a few years back, I think my enthusiasm towards social networking was a far brighter flame since it was all so new at the time. Would you believe that I used Windows Live Messenger/MSN Messenger more than I used Facebook Chat? I only had like 3 or 4 friends on there that I would chat to anyway. And honestly, that’s all I really need. I could have hundreds and hundreds of contacts and only really talk to one or two on a daily basis. Recently I had tried to broaden that number and reach out to people that I normally don’t converse with on a regular basis out of good will. But it seems to have just fallen flat. I really cannot be bothered with typing extravagant responses nor can I stand waiting around for replies. It’s nothing personal. I am just that sort of person … now more than ever.

Sadly they killed off Messenger and unfortunately I don’t have enough Skype contacts to even constitute a ‘list’. Now I get stuck catching a glimpse of that dreadful News Feed only to find myself trawling through it out of an unbeatable curiosity that something good might be there.

Spoiler: There isn’t. Ever. At all. 

This brings me closer and closer, edging nearer ever so slightly, towards the idea of buying a Non-Intel Mac or a bit newer just so that I can browse the web if I really need to while not having the luxury of indulging in any of these procrastination boosting networks. I recently disbanded my entire fleet of social networking sites (except for this one and my SoundCloud, of course) in order to just obtain some peace and quiet. I can’t be updating all of them on a regular basis, nor do I have the motivation to. And with things like training for karate, my recent painting fetish and … well, shameless video gaming during times of unproductively (It’s a long running guilty pleasure that keeps me from actually finding part time work.)

To close up this stale mess of a post, getting rid of a few of the vices on my spare time has ultimately helped me to become a productive person once again. And honestly, I really couldn’t recommend anything else as a cure to those with a lack of motivation. It’s absolutely great to stop dragging yourself through the virtual world and instead, prance and happily skip about in the real one.

And this is coming from a nineteen year old.