It’s December, and hence a new post

It’s already December, which reminds me… it’s been a month. I honestly don’t know what to write, but something inside me tells me to keep on writing.
I’ve written a lot during which I haven’t posted anything here, and I realized… the power of paper and pen is far more influential than the power of the keyboard and screen. For me, at least, and at this time.
Surely I’ll write more things, but it can wait until tomorrow. For now, I really don’t know what to say.
Later.

It’s July! Horray!

Okay, the post after June 19 was dated July 14. It’s been nearly a month and I know that it has bad effects on my blogging habit, but the delay was inevitable.

First, I couldn’t go online since June 20, and the Internet facility at my residence was only available after July 1.

Second, even though the Internet facility was available, I could only access it for one hour and a half a day. C’mon, how could one blog given only an hour and a half to think and write and post? The internet connection itself were also ridiculously slow, and the connection occassionally terminated at critical moments.

I’m at my parents’ residence, but will be back late in this month. I hope I can blog regularly again as soon as I’m back.

And hey, July 14 is Fortuna’s birthday! Happy birthday Fortuna!

These Days…

I really loved the IT students’ fraternity in my campus, and I would do anything to help it flourish. But recently I realized that if certain things wasn’t done, my love to the frat will screw up my GPA in campus. That’s time management in doing what should be done given proper conditions and time.

Today, I got up late and missed a class. I could suffer severe criticism (and worse) from the lecturer when I show up the next class. Though I’ve slept quite earlier the night before, I couldn’t help getting up late. And why is that? That’s because of flaws in my time management.

I couldn’t keep it that way. So now I’m breaking the circle. Gotta catch the bus and go to the campus. But first, I gotta take a bath.

Til next time.

Godspeed.

Being Fit and Active

I felt useless these days. Total useless. But I knew that the more productive I am, the more alive I feel. And the more alive I am, the more productive I am. That works as an infinite, progressive cycle. I just need to trigger it a start.

Just three days ago I felt that I’m gonna pass out or ill, yet I kept the amount of my exercise. I still feel a bit less healthy and quite exhausted, but I could cheat the illness.

My dad also bought me some books, which are vital to improve my English, my swimming techniques, and widen my point of view. I spent my time reading them. There were also lots of things to do for me to be a head of division in my frat. Not to mention the tasks I was given. And I am working on my Imagine Cup projects. Still, I could do some exercises, and went swimming to apply the stuff learned in the book my dad bought.

Yeah, I went swimming in my friend Anthony’s, and I knew that I need regular practice. I also notice a fitness center- a gym- in his apartment, perhaps I could spend my time working out there.

I know the pressure, and I felt it most of the time. But I know that pressure can change a lump of coal into diamond, or an ordinary man to a complete failure. I am no ordinary man. Perhaps I’m now a lump of coal, but this pressure will turn me to precious diamond.

I’m sure I can.

Also, I’ll try to post everyday- everytime I could.

Godspeed.

The Lighthouse of Mankind

I can’t help, after two days vacuum, to write something fictional. Yeah, the current post is not quite about me, but about my thoughts and my aspirations.

This story took place in the 2050s, where mankind had developed such advanced civilization based on such technologies that they were no longer dependent to the nature. Genetic engineering were developed, causing mankind to slowly ascend to near immortality. A supreme masterplan had been created to establish balance on every man’s ego and the impacts of their existence, and a Lighthouse which light illuminated the entire universe was erected to house the Causa Prima, a man beyond all of these, with the capacity of a God.

No one lived in 2049 realized that they were subject of such an immaculate plan, nor did they understood that the technologies which would bring them to such state had been supernaturally provided, except perhaps the Causa Prima himself and the Brothers of the Global Fraternity, a great conspiracy beyond all of this. Those who lived the 2049 did not realize that 2050 would be very different.

Except, perhaps, a girl out there in the world, and Nicolette Wynter, who shared her thoughts and her life with the girl through inexplainable dreams.

And so the story began.

A Flaw in My Medical Record

Hahaha, the title’s funny. Funny how it truly means, it is.  Okay,  this is again about Mrs. C and her strict demeanor.

Last Tuesday, I was knocked out by a series of MAJOR assignments. Even better, my mom came to visit me on those days. She did support me and provide me with some logistics, but her presence meant that I couldn’t spend too much time around; in order to ensure her convenience.  It really drove me insane, and it climaxed on last Tuesday, one week ago, when I pretended to go to the class while instead I continued sleeping at home, without my mom and my brother noticing.

I asked A to fill the presence list, but A refused to do so due to the scarcity of attendants in that Tuesday morning’s S class.  C, as the lecturer, considered this fact offensive and furiously nullified the presence mark of those who didn’t attend that class, unless THEY PROVIDE ACCEPTABLE REASONS.

Just today, I remembered that I have to take actions to save my presence mark and my good name I’ve earned so far. I decided to report as sick, through my friend DS told me that the BMG, an instance which provides medical support for the campus students would be likely to refuse my request due to the time elapsed after the date of the event. I somehow remembered that my friend LA, whose motto is lying is better than being lied to, made her own stamp and her own report to simplify things whenever she had to call in sick. I asked her to make me one, and she agreed. I just hoped that would work, DS reassured me by mentioning that I was Mrs. C’s favorite student and that everything would be okay. By tomorrow everything would be clear, and I hope I could save my face in front of her.

Yeah, I’ve made a flaw in my medical record, but in such cases, like bootlicking- if I HAVE TO do it to earn extra marks, then I’ll do it.

No regrets. Guaranteed.

Intriguing

I am a man of intrigues. My subtleties can help me through most situations, even the most complicated ones. Like what happened a few weeks before. It had been a week or two after the new semester started and I was trying to adjust with the new subjects and the lecturers. Just put this in mind as the S subject, and C as the lecturer. She was a strict type, and from the start I knew that the easiest way to earn her attention (and some extra marks, of course) was to bootlick her. Okay, it’s not that I love to kiss someone’s ass, but that’s how it works to get additional marks IF I HAVE TO.

At the first day of the class, she greeted us ‘good morning’ when she entered the room. The earlier weeks of the semester were the times of which I sat at the front row, paid full attention to the lecturers, and wrote every single word from them down on my notebooks. That time I sat RIGHT in front of her. I returned hers, ‘good morning, ma’am’, while the rest of the class thought that a mere ‘good morning’ was enough.

That’s just my habit of returning one’s greeting with ‘miss’, ‘ma’am’, or’ sir’, but it turned out that she really appreciated it. She continued watching the class, waiting for everyone to notice that she’s waiting for them to stop talking to each other and pay attention to her, then asked:

‘Are you ready, class?’

The rest of the class replied, ‘Yes we are, ma’am’. But she wasn’t satisfied with the answer. She replied ‘What do you call ready, anyway?’

I, who sat RIGHT in front of her, had finished writing identity on my book, and thus I left it open to ease me to write down every word which came next. With an assuring gesture, I showed my opened notebook, until she looked at it and smiled.

‘Yes, an opened notebook, a readied pen, and an open-to-study face is what you call ready,’ she said, nodded at me and gazed on the entire class. That’s before she started to babble about manner, behavior, demeanor, and whatever bullshit came next.

I didn’t mean to bootlick her, but I discovered a way to make a good grade in this subject.

On the following weeks she ordered the class to form groups of five and gave assignments based on the groups. There’s a total of eleven groups formed in my class, each with various specifications of assignments.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t in when the class started to form groups. There were two scheduled interfaces for the subject in a week, one on Tuesday and another on Thursday. Mrs. C ordered us to form groups on Tuesday, when I was ill due to over-exhaustion and lack of sleep. I came to class on Thursday, but she didn’t mention anything about the forming of the groups and the assignment itself. I missed another class on the following Tuesday, this time I skipped it, and most unfortunate, she gave the last chance to form a group on that day. My friend A told her that ‘a friend of his wasn’t in today’s class’, but fortunately he didn’t tell her who.

Goodness, what time is it. I have an exam tomorrow, so let’s just leave it to this now. I’ll continue it tomorrow, of course if I remember the details.

Campus Expo 2008, continued

I finally went to the Expo. Turned out that I didn’t miss anything special the day before. I’ve been to my faculty’s stand; nothing’s special there but my friend T told me that there’s an unsent comlink (JARKOM) from the new president of the Frat, telling us heads of divisions to gather at the campus at 4 PM. Seemed like I had to go. I was also reminded that the following day would be my first exam, the Automata Theory and Formal Language subject. Fuck it, the exam could wait. I wanted to enjoy the Expo first.

My friend A told me that we’re gonna study at B’s, but B insisted that we all went to C’s penthouse at 1 PM. I could borrow more time seeing the Expo, I thought. There, I viewed some non-campus related stands, especially English First. I took some pamphlets and brochures there, a topic about spending two or three grands to study abroad interested me.

Here I met ARN.  ARN and I bought some food, mostly kebabs, viewed the art form and design stands, and got a jolt in electrical engineering stands. The voltage of the device which they- my friend J and D from EE frat- used to electrocute me and ARN was set to 19, but J intentionally raised it to 22 to see my reaction. I asked him to raise it even higher- J told me that EE frat boy graduates were electrocuted 40 V and I dared to challenge him to raise it to 40. That quite hurt, but also gave me the vibe. I even started to feel like enjoying the electrocution.

I spent several following hours studying in C’s crib. Time crawled very slowly at those moments, and I almost lose my sanity. I didn’t even expect much for tomorrow’s exam. I could only pray… and took a chance.

And here I am, tired and sick and almost knocked out of my conscience- the conscience which told me to keep on studying. I just hope something good will happen tomorrow. After this, I’ll certainly rush at my bedroom at once, changing clothes, wash my hands and feet, and hit the bed and never wake up until it dawns.

Godspeed.

What Lies Ahead

It’s important knowing what we’ve got, or what we have. But, the most important is knowing what lies ahead.

For an entire week, except on weekends, I will have to face a series of exams- most of which I haven’t fully understood, and some I haven’t understood at all.

What I’ve got? I’ve got nothing but a few notes and some unread slides. What I have? I have a lot of friends who are willing to support me. Thanks to them.

What lies ahead? The test of my viability of being  my civitas academica’s scholar lies ahead. I already failed it twice. If I fail this time, I will be expelled.

I haven’t seen the campus expo, perhaps I’ll go seeing for half an hour or one, and I’ll go straight to my friends’ and study together.

What we’ve got, what we have, and what lies ahead. That makes the logic.

Campus Expo 2008

The campus held an annual lavish event displaying the uniqueness and products (?) of each faculty, called the ITB Expo. The ITB Expo was held in the campus, outdoors, with lots of fancy stuff- shame I didn’t come at the opening. It was 10:00 AM when I finished posting my second blog for today, and one of my friend, Mr. Initial P, was going to go there preparing for the opening ceremony (he did participate). I asked him to wait for me, I  wanted to go there as well after a quarter hour taking a bath, but he just wouldn’t wait. He said that he’s already late for the gathering, and so, he went without me.

I then asked my other friend who seemed to have an intention to go, Mr. Initial A a.k.a. Initial O, and he asked me to go together with my brother R and one of my friend, O, who was still sleeping.

O was one of my friends who told me about the halo earlier, and it seemed like he had spent the entire night watching halo and being moonstruck. If my guess was true, then it’d be quite long before he wake up.

Finally, A left me and my brother to his girlfriend’s, after borrowing a sum of money from my brother. O was still sleeping peacefully, no matter how hard I knocked his door.

It was 12:45 PM when A woke up. I didn’t ask him to go to the expo, instead, I showed him how Mortred (if you have no interest in DotA just skip the whole sentence) neutral creep peacefully in the forest without having to return to the fountain. It took me half an hour to complete the DotA session, and even after, I read some adult magazines before O and R ask me to go to eat.

And I started writing this post right after I finished eating. I had an appointment at 3:00 PM to study with my friends (I hope this will work this time), and the clock right now showed 2:24, when would I have time to go to the expo?

Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps, and for not too long. I also very sleepy right now, how could I waste my time doing unproductive things?

Perhaps, I have to learn how to make myself doing something.