SCMPlayer

January 30, 2015

[Fiction] Players - Chapter 2: Silverly White Part 1/2

   -Later that morning in a particular room at a large mansion-

   A teenage boy is preparing himself for highschool. He wears sky blue school uniform with a black blazer covering it. His clothes are matched with dark blue cotton trouser. After locking his mansion's gate with several combination lock on the keypad, he walks to the nearby electromagnetic monorail station, departing to school. The morning sunlight passed through the windows to his silverly white hair as the train travels alongside an artificial river.

   Hagakuren Highschool, or more commonly known as Haku Highs, has just started the first semester of 11th grade highschool. Inside the building, there are commotions in the halls. Many students are trying to find their names and what class they enter while looking at a notice board in the lobby. Meanwhile at the entrance gate, a brown haired glasses wearing teen is walking around near the front gate.

   Fynsel seems to be waiting for someone anxiously, as he walks back and forth looking around and constantly checking his phone, reading a note- or a message. Not long after in class 11-E on the second floor, a slim, blonde ponytailed girl approaches a long black haired tall girl. "We're in the same class again, unbelievable!" Said the blonde, while the tall girl thought, "Unbelievable indeed..."
   "Hey hey, Vania, aren't you excited we're in the same class again for another year?"
   "I don't mind being with you, Lia. Its just- never mind..." Vania says as she sits in the back of the class near the window.
   "What is it? You can tell me."
   "You always dump your homework on me. You have to pull your own weight, you know?" She said to Natalia, who seems like she's trying to avoid that topic.
   "Aww, come on. A-anyway!" Lia tries to dodge the lecture with her excuses, but Vania doesn't seem to care. She looks outside as Natalia talks away. "Whatever..."

***

   The bell has rung and the first period is just about to start. All the students go to their class and soon the halls become quiet and empty. A shapely female teacher enters and walks to the front of the class, writing her name on the touchscreen whiteboard with her finger instead of the stylus. "My name is Destine Birdsong and I will be your homeroom teacher. I teach Mathematics." Some male students seem to be excited about it, about having a hot teacher. While others only sigh in annoyance.

   Miss Destine looks around the class with a piercing gaze which seems to have silenced the students. She clears her throat before giving a short announcement. "This year we have a lot of new transfers from-" Cutting her speech, knocks can be heard from outside. Miss Destine forgot to close the door. She looks outside and sees a seemingly tall and fit teenage boy standing outside. "I'm a transfer student. I'm sorry I'm late on my first day." The student said to the teacher. Inside the class, hearing a familiar voice, Fynsel smiled slightly and reaches for his pockets, trying to grab something.

   After a long look at the new guy, Miss Destine gestured him to come inside. He slides the door shut as he walks in. The class was overcame with confusion. How could he be late on his first day? How did this hot teacher forgot to close the door but able to teach math? Why did the automatic sliding door didn't shut itself close? But more importantly, Why is his hair white?

   "Class, as I was saying, this year we received many transfers from other schools. That is why the class roster is shuffled. Some of you might have or might not know each other. Now, we have a new addition to our class." Miss Destine goes to her seat. "Go introduce yourself, new guy. Then I'll check attendance." The boy stands in front of the class and took a quick look around the class, looking for anyone he might know. "Ahem. My name is Ly-" Miss Destine poked him with a whiteboard stylus, and gestured him to write his name on it.

***

   Lynmere Zerres Light

   "I'm Lynmere Light, people call me Lyn. I look forward to studying with you all." Small chatters can be heard from the students, along with chuckles and giggles.
From the back of the class, Natalia stood up and shouted, "Hey! Why is your hair white!?" She surprised the whole class, some wonder why his hair is white but none thought of asking him directly. Are you stupid? Vania thought. Her palm on her forehead.
   "I was born like this." Lyn answers it easily. Unsatisfied with his short answer, Natalia challenges him.
   "Prove it!" Lyn snaps his finger and suddenly from a seat in the middle, a student throws a scissors towards Lyn. Lyn caught it, however, and then proceeds to cut his bangs.
   "How much do I need to cut my hair to prove that I was born like this?" Lyn holds out his hair that he cut, then throws them to the trash can. Silence ensues. Natalia sits down slowly. She still can't believe that someone threw him a scissors, and he caught it. The other students are in awe of his quick reflexes.
   "That's enough, we're 10 minutes behind schedule. Lyn, take a seat." Miss Destine breaks the ice. She doesn't seem to be surprised or in any way impressed by the events that just happened. Lyn went outside for another 5 minutes and came back with a bandaged left palm.
   "I cut my hand." He explained. Miss Destine only sigh in disbelief. Lynmere hands over the scissor to Fynsel and sits behind him. Both chuckles shortly, before focusing on their studies.

Adaptation Arc
Chapter 2: Silverly White
Part 1/2

***

Part 1 is done! But I haven't worked on part 2.
I have written many random parts waiting to be turned into a full story, but it needs time. Anyway, part 2 will come!

- Aex

January 29, 2015

OD 28: Bad Start

Monday, January. 19/01/2015 22:23

First day of the fourth week and I already burnt through almost half of this week's budget. I couldn't actually say this yet but January has not been good to me.

I lost everything in my phone, seriously; dad's network is being merged with another company, meaning no internet since the third Saturday of January until God knows when; academic scores so low, I had to look underground; and university talks, enough said.

I couldn't remember anything beyond the 17th of January because whatever it is that I forgot was wiped out of my phone with everything else. I couldn't recover my sketches because I never backed them up, but I still have my fanfictions. I think I should call them "stories" instead of "fanfics" because its not based on anything.

The company my dad works at is being merged with another company since I think they're running out of business. I have to rely on WiFi instead of my data connection and I find this mildly irritating. One reason is because free WiFi is kind of hard to find in this place. The other reason is because it doesn't feel right to not be able to rely on myself and depend on other's WiFi. (read: too much pride to ask.)

On Saturday, there was a parents meeting and my class sold food and things. Boring stuff. The teacher told my parents about my tryouts score and it was horrible.

Score needed to pass: 55/100

English: 85/100
Math 18/100 holy shit
Civics: 50~60/100
The other 4 subjects: somewhere around 20/100

I don't really feel bad for doing so badly because- let's be honest here, it was to be expected. I do feel bad (or maybe scared), however, because my parents were there and they make me feel bad.

Tuesday, January. 20/01/2015 14:01

I got hit by the rain on my way home like it has always been since the beginning of January. Anyway, tomorrow I'm gonna face the second tryouts until Friday. I have a strong feeling I'll fail again, but whatever. I'm too tired to care at this point. Life came at me faster than I can handle them, so I'll just let the waves crash onto me. I'll manage somehow, like I always do.

January hasn't passed yet but I already felt like shit at school. There's nothing for me there except for the boring knowledge. Friends? No, only classmates and acquaintances. It feels nice to see the rain from the class' window, but not so much if I'm in the rain itself.

Saturday, January. 24/01/2015 15:57

Thursday night, my dad told me about grandpa. He still couldn't believe his death. To quote him, it happened so quickly. My grandpa died of heart attack, but there was no sign of it. He just had conversations with grandma 15 minutes before he died. The last mention of any indication of his heart's condition was 5 years ago.

Dad still thought there is another meaning to all this. "Mungkin ada hikmahnya." He said. I asked him about the other meaning to his death and he told me to imagine. What would happen if grandma died first? There would be no one at home to report or something if grandpa had a heart attack. He would die, and no one would know. They would find his body days or even weeks later.

Grandma lives alone now, but my father's brother comes to her house to company her. In February, my parent's are gonna visit grandpa's grave, along with dad's brother. Dad's sister are going to come home too from America.

Monday, January. 26/01/2015 16:05

I just had a talk about how parents' love never ends with my old teacher. This teacher "Ibu Rifah," I usually call her "Burif," was once my elementary school teacher. We talked about his late father and my late grandfather. It might be the first time I cried while talking about grandpa.

It was eye opening. I remember last week when dad told me about how he still can't let his father go because it happened so fast, and so far away too. Burif's father died not too far away from her. She cared for his father like her own son, because he was so old. He died on November, now Burif has let him go.

She still cries if she remember him in the small things he used to do. Burif's father used to pick up his grandchildren after school, now they have to walk home. And sometimes she cries when she saw them going home walking because it reminded her of her father.

Tuesday, January. 27/01/2015 20:18

Mom said she entered me for a university that I don't even know by using the report card or something. She said I don't have to do any test, only surrender my fate to my report cards. I instantly felt weakened. I dropped to my bed and lied down there for a couple of minutes. My heart was beating like crazy. I'm nervous, scared to think about it.

She gave me the brochure and it said that I'll just have to give my report card from the last 5 semester and with an average score of 70. I read through my report card, and i can see my average is around 73-77 so its okay, but I realized something in the other page.

So the layout is like this: the scores are in the left page, and there's some kind attitude judgement thing on the right page. Measuring consistencies of my humor, flexibility, responsibility, bravery, love (what even?), friendliness, and a bunch of other things that I can't remember.

The consistency is measure in 2 words, consistent and inconsistent. As I go from the first to the fifth semester I saw how all the ratings slowly go from consistent to inconsistent one by one. First semester, 1 inconsistency, second semester, 3 inconsistencies. And so on.

Man, what a way to know about my decline in progress.

Wednesday, January. 28/01/2015 14:52

I tried to take a nap but I can't sleep. I am dead tired, and I can't sleep. Huh.

School was exhausting. Today was traditional games day, and I have to play 3 games, bentengan (I couldn't find the English wiki page :/), dampu, and gangsing. When I was out to get breakfast, I met Kiran at a mini market and we tag along the whole day. I played dampu once and failed, then I played bentengan, I lost twice. I fell many times when playing bentengan, the game wrecked me. Haha.

I hurt my left elbow, my left knee, my right torso, sprained my right thigh, and it still hurts now, 4 hours after I arrived home. I took a long break and missed the gangsing session but I didn't plan on playing it anyway. Kiran went home first and my whole left arm was abused by a kid because I deleted his photos of me in his DSLR camera.

I went home, dead tired and hurt. I changed clothes because I sweat through my shirt and my jacket. Then I tried to take a nap.

When I tried to nap, my mood was beyond rock bottom. I thought of giving up on Audrey and planned to write a list of everything I hate because of everything. I was hurt, mentally and physically. I remember how Kiran showed me his drawings, how I humiliated myself because I don't know the rules of bentengan, and there was Adit. Enough said.

I couldn't sleep, so I woke up and ate lunch and watched tv. These small activities cleared up my mind. I remember leaving AriaFams chat group in BBM and Line last night. The group was dead, no doubt about it. Most of the time the only people chatting are Angel and Audrey, that was weeks ago. Go back a bit and there's me chatting. Axel disappeared way, way back. Jane never joined.

I planned on giving Audrey one last visit to give her the gift I've bought from Wonosobo for all of Ariafams, then that's it, I'll become a stalker again. I wanted to give her the gifts tomorrow but seeing that I'm injured now, dad probably won't let me swim.

At first I thought I was just in a bad mood and even though she didn't have anything to do with it, I got angry about her too. But now that I've calmed down, it seemed logical to leave her. (even though there's nothing between us in the first place anyway)

I used a stereotype to put logic into: Why do guys like to look at boobs *hmm* and girls like diamonds?

I thought about it for a while. Yes, I really did. I was bored.

I like to look a boobs. (No shit.) Males like to do it because big boobs and ass usually signifies fertility, therefore securing the bloodline. You know, passing genes. Sex. *ahem.*

Don't worry, I won't judge Audrey. Mostly because I can't, and I don't remember how her body looks like.

Now, into the 'girls like diamonds' thing. If I see a rich girl (or a girl with expensive items) would think either:

- she's rich. (How? She plays online games and sells in-game stuff for real money. She doesn't need money from her parents except for starting the business. Or she steals.)

- her parents are rich. (Either she's a bitch that constantly begs for it, or her parents are overly generous even if she doesn't ask for it.)

- her boyfriend is rich and gives her stuff. (If you really, really love the girl, hell, why not? Or the guy gives stuff expecting sex. *cough*)

But despite all those, logically you'll try and get rich guys because it affords security. He can afford to school your kids until college and support your family's life, and afford actual security.

Judging myself, I wouldn't be able to support a family. Now? Obviously, I can't. In the future? The chance goes up, but I don't think its high enough.

So putting aside all and any kinds of feelings, its logical for me to leave Audrey because of my inabilities to secure our future. Or to put it from another perspective, its logical for Audrey to not be with me because if she does, she'll only put herself in impending danger.

But throw your feelings into the mix, and...

I have to be honest, I wouldn't be able to think of a reason, excuse or whatever to leave her. But I certainly don't know about what she would think.

The purpose of publishing this thing is because I wanted to vent, and I'm testing the waters. Will people react? (You know who you are.) But I might be expecting too much.

I think I'll end this here. January is closing, I'll start a new OD in February. Since my dad's network died, I've been writing a lot. Maybe I'll throw in a story too.

- Aex

January 19, 2015

Notice

I accidentally wiped my phone clean. I lost all my fictions, whatever happened during the first half of January 2015, my music, everything.

I only can remember some things from the top of my head. I know for sure I played with knives and fire. And my academic scores were shit.

I have a backup but its from December 2014. My fictions won't change because I haven't added anything since November anyway.

I'm just giving a heads up, this isn't really important or anything. I'll come up with a new OD 28.

January 13, 2015

OD 27.5: Untimed

This is the first Untimed Online Diary. In this kind of posts I'll talk about certain topics instead of my daily days. For this one, I'll just talk about the recent ones like from a few weeks ago until OD 27.

This OD will have no time markers on it, but I do however, will write the time and date this was first written. There might not be another Untimed Online Diary, but then again, I might make another one. Who knows?

***

First I'm gonna talk about myself. One thing that I know for sure in life is that the hardest thing is identifying oneself. I've shamelessly asked many people about my behavior. Other than hot-headed and a loner, some called me funny, mysterious, or flat out cold. I'll agree on one thing: Back then, I have that cold side. Now though, I don't think I have it anymore. I just act cold, but I really thought about whatever that's happened in my head over and over, and over.

Call me naive but when I was still a kid I can be cold as shit regarding sad stuff or stuff in general. Probably because I don't understand them and I remember thinking, "I don't understand, so why should I care?" But I'm not cold all the time, mind you.

When I was a kid, people commented on my cruelty and called me a heartless because one time I shoot dogs and cats from my front porch or at the school gates with a bb gun. There was a street vendor selling toys in front of my old school, and I bought a bb gun and its pellets. I remembered it being like a Beretta 92. I said "relax man, its just a stupid dog/cat" whenever someone told me to stop.

During my days in elementary school I participated in extracurricular English lessons for around 3 years (needs confirmation) and eventually shot my teacher with said bb gun after saying "shut up, bitch." A phrase I learned from GTA:SA. She went out afterwards and I can't remember what happens next. I think I thought to myself to get rid of the evidence and broke the gun then throwing it to the bin.

Note: these 3 years is important to me because it laid the base for my English skills. During these years my English scores are way below average, now its 7-9/10 most of the time.

***

Why I'm bringing this cold hearted topic thing is because my grandfather has died and- call me cold but I didn't feel sad when he died. I don't know if that's gonna change, though. I don't know if I'm gonna change. I do feel weakened but it might be because I just got back from swimming.

I didn't really know grandpa because I only meet him once a year for maybe a week. Two weeks tops, and they're filled with family traditions so there's not much I can learn from him. I didn't really have the time to really talk with him. I never had the chance, or maybe I didn't take the chance, to talk to him. About anything, about him, or his days as a teenager or whatever. I never took the initiative. There's no personal space, because when its talking time, its over lunch and with distant relatives I barely know about. Surely you don't wanna talk about someone's past with people you barely knew about, right? Even if they're family.

To me, Darjono was a kind and a very discipline person. The way dad talks about him made the impression that he was once a harsh guy, but my dad looked up to him nonetheless. I don't really have a deep connection to him but I'm glad I knew him. I am proud to have known him, even if its just a little. I don't even know his last name.

I have this happy feeling because I never knew my grand father from my mother's side. He died when I was so little, maybe even before I entered elementary school. Its kind of annoying how my mom and her mom said when I was little, I liked him so much when I couldn't even remember his face.

I was told he died on 30/12/2014 some time around ashar prayer, so its around 16:00. He died because of a heart attack. Mom kinda said he was sleeping when he was dying because he snored. Though it might be his last breath instead. My mother received a call from my father to get an airplane ticket as fast as humanly possible. He was still alive around this time, and is on his way to the hospital. When my dad arrived home to pack up, he had already passed away. Then mom called me and you know what happens next if you read my previous entry.

Since dad left for a week to accompany his mother as she was still in grief, I had difficulties sleeping. I decided to write all this because I thought since I won't sleep until midnight, why don't I wrap everything that I haven't said in one post? Plus some extra stuff that's been abandoned in the drafts that had nothing to do with my everyday life. Opinions and thoughts. (Boom, origins of untimed online diary.)

I'm a Gemini and some astrological website thing said that I can be a good actor. I can't really tell what the hell I felt when my grandpa died, I didn't care that much about it but I had to act like it made me sad because I saw my father getting all teary and red-eyed but he tried not to cry. He tried to be strong in front of his sons.

His friends were present at my house as they were the ones that gave my father the ride back home and they too took him to the airport. I might be wrong but I saw awkwardness in them. And how could my father laugh when his father has just been declared deceased moments earlier? To cheer his friends? Isn't he's the one who's supposed to be sad? I don't understand.

But then again, I didn't feel sad about my grandpa. So who am I to question such things? I don't yet understand those kinds of feelings, so I couldn't possibly say that my father was wrong to act like that.

***

Long before the creation of this blog, I used to draw from time to time but I have stopped and my hand got stiff from all the video gaming. Since I entered 10th grade, whenever I have the urge to draw I usually don't know what to draw, so I just stayed still and stared blankly at my pen.

Audrey however has mad drawing skills and used it to the max by drawing frequently. But despite her skills she's still irritated by what all content-creator think as a nightmare: content stealing.

Now, Audrey herself never got her art stolen nor she ever has stolen any art, but her "friend" Jovita stole her ideas. This deal about Jovita stealing her- and other people's art ideas stressed Audrey out and she talked about it with me and Angel.

Call me empty but I am easily affected. I laugh when someone laugh without knowing what made them laugh, or I get angry by hearing other's misfortune.

At first I got kind of upset, but knowing that the internet is a harsh place and I'm not in any way a hacker, or even decent with technology, I did whatever I could do without raising too much drama. I blocked Jovita from my Instagram and reported her for copyright infringement. As you would expect, they didn't have any effect on her.

A few days later I kind of realized that she just stole the idea and made something out of it- in this case, a drawing, not outright stole the art. But still, something bothered me and I couldn't quite place my finger on it, so I Googled art theft (yes, I did that.) and came to an amateur detective conclusion. Hehe.

I for one can see that if, IF she looks at other people's art and implement the ideas within into her own piece, like the pose, or the background for a fan art I'm fine with that. More so if she credited them. But if you steal the internal part or signature part (I don't know how to say it) like ripping off character design, that is wrong. Its like, directly copying a unique eye pupil shape instead of making it an inspiration and making your own unique styled pupil.

At first I didn't really understand what I'm trying to say myself until I did another Google search and gained a somewhat better understanding regarding the matter from this link. Its a good read. You boys and girls should give it a read if you're content creators.

And now comes this part which I wrote kind of reluctantly because this involves talking shit about Audrey.

I thought her madness was weird and irrational. "why did she get mad for this?" Maybe because I never really had my creation stolen or used by other people, I would never understand. But then again, I do possess an unexplainable burning hatred towards someone, unexplainable even to me. You boys and girls should know who, so I won't bother calling names.

As Jovita's crimes continue on unchecked, Audrey began to lose her shit over these matters. She began taking screenshots for comparison. I saw Jovita's art and other people's art which Audrey sent to me and Angel and we can see the similarities. It seemed like Jovita is barely trying to cover her tracks. She obviously stole the pose- its hard to explain. Let's say she traced the art and replaced the subject with her own character.

Her own character, which is partially original. Ha. She stole the eye design from a person I don't know, but Audrey showed it to me. Jovita said the character's eye changes into that stolen design if it transformed into its ironically named "Origin Form." If someone said something like "the pose/weapon/clothes/whatever, it looks familiar, like my art." Or something, she'll just state that it was her own original idea with an extra dot in the end of the sentence. "Like this.." which further reassures me that she stole it... Sounds weird, huh...? Reading like this..... Hehe......

The things that I've picked up was also picked up by Audrey. At first she wanted to bring her down and proved to the public that she plagiarized their ideas, then she just wants to do offensive arts, ones that are offensive to her religion, since Jovita held her religion high with pride. But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

To be honest, I felt relieved she dropped it because I can't imagine Audrey being consumed by wrath just as I did. Becoming what I was. I can't lose her. In the end, though, Audrey said she will surpass Jovita in things she cannot do (or maybe, cannot copy. Since anyone can learn to do it.), like selling T-shirts with her drawing on it, or doing 3d modelling.

During Audrey's outrage I acted as if I agreed with her ideas, so far that I also gave her more ideas to do offensive arts and asking Angel about bad things in her religion, but in reality I didn't really care. I thought that, given enough time, Audrey will realize it herself. Realize that this is not gonna change anything, or maybe even make things even worse than it already was.

The day after I suggested those ideas I realized she's still upset about it and shown me a ripoff of her art, done by none other than Jovita. She's not taking my hints. Since that moment I try to subtly redirect her to the right direction, which leads to selling shirts and 3d models.

***

Aha, speaking of Angel... forgive me for talking shit, but I need to prolong this post by a bit.

Recently she has been trying to communicate in english just as I do but everything came about close to being correct, instead of entirely correct. But she does most of the time say short sentences correctly, usually phrases like common metaphors used frequently in the Internet.

She started doing these attempts since she started fangirling over Benedict Cumberbatch, trying to be as British as a fangirl could be. I don't really mind at first but she started retweeting her fangirling material at my Twitter timeline. I tolerated her, but as time went on it became kind of annoying.  For your information, up until this is written, I've muted Angel for several weeks now.

At least she's better than Audrey's cousin (niece?) which I've talked about in one of my ODs but as an example only. Audrey's cousin, let's call her D, is a fujoshi and I'll bluntly say that she openly likes gay anime sex. Mind that this is only a summary of what I've seen and/or experienced. (Not the gay sex, oh god no.)

I'll go over to D first before going back to Angel to give you an idea of what I'm talking about. If I'm not mistaken, I didn't talk about D outside of making her an example, now I'll talk about her too, because why not. Haven't really say anything about her except for gay anime sex.

I followed her on Twitter for a time then unfollowed. I don't know her but Audrey does as she's her cousin. She would either go silent for days or go online nonstop. During the online period she would spam the timeline with short gay anime sex tweets. Like this paragraph but chopped to pieces and with many spaces in between. Example:

Tweet #1: " *tries to talk deep shit about gay anime sex*
what the fuck...
.
.
.
...am I saying?" This could be shorter but it seems she likes to blindly press enter in the middle of a tweet.

Tweet #2: " *common comment or retweet of gay anime sex* oh my gOD THIS IS
.
.
.
.
SO HOT wwwwww *insert said hot pic here. Use your head, readers.*" after I first saw this, I disabled picture preview. I put it back on during the last quarter of 2014. So its almost an entire year even though I followed D for less than 2 months- or maybe 2 weeks.

Almost all the spam came in those formats. Imagine if they come out at 4 tweets a minute for 3 hours. Fuck, I think I wrote "gay anime sex" too many times. Whatever, as long as I get my point across. Heh.

We're done with D, let's get back to Angel. Angel didn't really become like D, she just retweets the fangirl material but it makes her seems online nonstop, waiting for those tweets then retweeting them as soon as they come out.

Because of things like this, my following on Twitter is very few. Around 30 following for 70 followers. Yes, I am picky, but not private. I prefer if they tweet regularly at a certain time, like tv programs.

Aside from those retweets, she also tweets her own commentary or something, and in English. For an example: "I want quit" instead of "I want to quit." I get the message but still, it isn't correct and somehow funny. This is just a minor discomfort on my end and I just want to put it out there. Compared to her seemingly nonstop Twitter activity, her sub par English is alright.

This post dumb. Me smash rock now.

About D, if you're confused why I described her as a creature so low with no reason, its not because I hate her. No, sir. It's just that I'm disgusted by her kind.

I hope to never make another foolish decision like that ever again.

*shivers*

***

I guess that's it for this post. I'll see you boys and girls again in OD 28.

Aex, Thursday, January 1st, 2015. 18:01.

January 4, 2015

OD 27: Darjono

Wednesday, December. 17/12/2014 17:23

The last day of the first semester of XII-IPA grade. If you boys and girls ask me what it was like, I would say it was kind of a peaceful day overall.

The last 2 weeks was pretty meh to me because I had end semester tests and I failed 3 out of 7 subjects. I had a week of early vacation because I retried all 3 of those failed subjects in one day, but I wasted those precious vacation days not knowing that I can stay at home since I finished school anyway. But if I hadn't come to school in one of those days I wouldn't have this wonderful talk with Enrico. He is an IPA underclassman.

2 days ago I thought I still have to go to school so I went but when I got there, the place was deserted. My classmates are nowhere to be found. I went to my class after buying some food and started watching YouTube like what I would usually do before morning class for the last one and a half years. Oh, my God. Hes an NPC!!! This is probably an entry of the NPC's diary obtained as a reward after completing one of his quests!

Anyway, just after I finished jumping from channel to channel, a teacher knocked on the door to tell me about an assignment my whole class have to participate in: Market Day. I thought "Ah, shit. Shortened vacation." so I lied to her by saying I've no part in it and my classmates didn't tell me about it. I thought she would spare me the bullshit but instead she dragged me further into it leg first. "God damn it." I thought, luckily since there's no one around she can't do anything about Market Day and we both did nothing.

I wandered around school because I was bored and then I met Enrico. The first time we met was in Wonosobo expedition in the bus. We talked a lot. About how we became gamers, about the fanboy mentality and its community, about how we got to this homeschooling community in the first place, and a lot of random nonsense in between.

He went into homeschooling because he can't take it anymore- both mentally and physically- in a formal school. It proved to much for him and he said it has made some kind of impact to his health. But we don't know that, right?

I wasn't really into video games even in the PSOne days. Even after PS2 came out I'm still just a regular person- I go out. It's not until the first time I played Kingdom Hearts II that I became a gamer. But now I'm just a regular person because I "don't keep up with the latest in gaming." Rico is the same. He first "awakened" his gamer side after playing said game.

He knows a lot about games and that makes me connect better with him. The difference between us is that he's keeping his status as a gamer and stayed up to date. When we talked about several famous titles, he said something like this to me before stating his opinion: "I'm sugarcoating my words and opinions so I won't upset the fans and save myself from their flaming."

It is true. MOST OF THE TIME, these so-called hardcore fans reject other's opinion about what they're fans of and counter the arguments with biased opinions. Fanboys see what they praise as good and others as bad. But its up to them to listen or not to other people's opinions, so, whatever. We can't force people like them into listening, can we?

Well, the good thing about a fanboy- if not for their hyperbolic loyalty to a franchise- is that if they know about something, let's say, a franchise, they know it very well. They know it front to back, inside and out. We are both fans of a franchise and discussed about other franchises until he uttered a word that changed the subject into a deeper conversation: hypocrisy.

We both claim our "eyes" are still clear enough to not be clouded with biases and became fanboys, but there are those hidden moments of hypocrisy that are usually realized days or even weeks after we became hypocrites. For me, hypocrisy usually came in after a hype of something that interests me. Overblown hype usually causes disappointment.

Like my hype believing Enrico would still come to school to play with me even after knowing he can start vacation the next day. I believed he will come- for 2 days I waited. I should've known he wouldn't come. Well, I shouldn't have not come to school anyway, so its a fair trade.

Monday, December. 22/12/2014 11:51

"Do you actually like it when you're being walked over like that? Being underestimated and getting ordered around?" I frequently ask myself this question lately- to be exact, from the day Adit bought his Vita until now, and I don't know how to answer that, really.

I realized, I knew, and I understood that I'm letting things go into my head too easily and it made me over think about a lot of stuff. Being too selfless can be a gift and a weakness, and to me it's a weakness. It can be turned into a gift if I became a volunteer at a charity but that's not the case.

I've been underestimated at school because I "don't keep up with the latest gadgets" and they thought of me like an "old school person." When the test results came out people were asking me for answers but I don't give them what they want and I was pushed away.

I didn't know what was going on and people are staying away from me, it makes me feel like I did something wrong and I felt guilty and scared. At least that was what I felt back then. We can't know for sure what's happening in their circle, right? Now I know I did the right thing, but still, being avoided like this isn't exactly the best feeling.

At home I've been ordered around by my dad and my brother about trivial stuff and- I want to "disobey," you know? Like saying "go do it yourself!" But I can't. There is an unexplainable fear deep inside. I'm not a very good talker, even against my brother I won't win so I just do what he says. Maybe its just me being afraid my pride would get scratched so I hid it behind my back and moved along.

After doing this for some time, I questioned myself, "Do I enjoy being pushed around? Am I actually enjoying this treatment?" And found myself admitting that, despite initial denial, I'm enjoying it. I found myself obeying time and time again while mumbling about how I hated it but I can't bring myself to stop. My heart beats with anger and hatred but I'm powerless. To make it kind of dramatic- like Hollywood dramatic, let's say that "I gave in because I don't want to hurt anyone. Blablabla, greater good."

Hehe.

Weird, right?

Anyway, there's not much to talk about because when I'm on vacation things are usually very... stagnant. There's not much to do or tell. The vacation days feel very static, very bland. Boring, you might say.

Thursday, December. 25/12/2014 00:50

I fell asleep. Wow.

Anyway, Merry Christmas, boys and girls!

Hm, I wish I can say better things but I'm dead tired.

You know, I could have lied and write 00:00 up there but I stayed up and eventually missed the passing of dates.

If you question whether if I really stayed up or if I lied about it, either way I said Merry Christmas.

I'll sleep now. Bye.

Thursday, December. 30/12/2014 17:08

My grandfather from my father's side has died. Now dad's getting ready to go to Jogja. I have just arrived home from swimming and I was getting ready to take a bath when suddenly dad arrived at the front door.

I greeted him and he said to me, his father has died. Only moments later, mom just called my phone to tell me the same thing.

Dad's going to try and get an airplane ticket now. If he can't get it today he's going to try again tomorrow.

Wednesday, December. 31/12/2014 10:57

My grandfather died yesterday and this morning when I woke up I feel like I'm in Jogja, in my grandparent's house. The atmosphere is just different. Mom decided to take a break and stayed at home. I'm in the hospital now for my brother's skin check or something. I don't care.

I wanted to stay at home today actually, but I have to act like I feel sad and follow whatever mom said. So here I am at the hospital, attending something that I don't care about.

I didn't have plans for this vacation but last week I fired up my PS2 and played some Kingdom Hearts II (Shame its not the Final Mix+ version...) and tested Final Fantasy XII (The International version.) and challenged myself in New Game to see how far I can progress through the story in my last 5 days of vacation, not including Sunday, though.

But things isn't really going as smooth as I expected. 3 days have passed and maybe I went through 10% of FFXII story, but I know for sure I went through 60% of KHII story.

So, yeah.

Thursday, January. 01/01/2015 18:01

Happy new year, everyone. Wish you a good year.

Yeah, its lame. I'm not good at things like this. I'll never get better at making greetings. Hehe, whatever. Anyway, I think I'm gonna end this here. I've a lot of stuff that's been going in my mind and I'm gonna post them after this one.

The next post is going to be without any time marker because it an accumulation of multiple subjects, both recent and old.

So, yeah.

See you later. - Aex