“Wushu SMAK 1… Jia You!!”

Journal Entry 10 November 2007

Boring. Lazy. Tired. Those feeling mixed togethr in me that day. Well, as you know, I was one of the martial artists who wil show off in BPK’s (my school) festival of arts and culture. I was a XII grade student (3^rd grade of senior high school student) and actualy I didn’t have to be an artist there. Why not? Because everybody with fresh brain would consider me as suicide because 3^rd grade is very difficult. Once you were absent a day, you would miss more lessons and new materials; especially for science student like me. I did it, that was why I thought I wanted to commit suicide… (kidding)

I have missed many lessons and energy (doing exercises and so on needs more energy, y’know!) I usually left the class half a day and went to exercise till 4pm. Almost everyday before D-day!! I exhausted. The festival would be held in Sabuga for 2 days, and I had to perform my best for 3 times! There weren’t much for Friday (1^st day), but I recalled almost everything in next day. I was so tired, boring, and lazy to exercise or to do some warming up (FYI: I performed wushu, so warming up is very important!) with my subordinates (oh no, they’re just my friends ;p) I thought everyone—especially for audience—wouldn’t mention my mistake if I did some. So I didn’t exercise seriously. And that was the point!!

In the stage, I played TOO FAST (FYI again: I played as a team, so I need to follow Saka’s instruction). And I really—knew that in the end! And in the ending scene, I got wrong position! XUE BU!! Arrgghhh!!! It must be XU BU! It drove me crazy. Down. I knew there weren’t any audience mentioned my mistake, but my feeling totally wrecked up. Great! I was doing more mistakes than yesterday! (FYI: This is not my first performance, however, but THIS IS a festival, where parents and children mixed together as audience).

After that (and I had to prepare for the second part) ended, Silva asked me why I wanted to show off in this festival, although I was third grade student. And that time I agreed with her. I was tired. Audience wouldn’t have mentioned me, though.

When I got lazier than usual, I played with my wushu friends. Lydia, Lina, Silva, (Mr. Michael taught us about playing bridge.. hehe). I also played with Fi-Bi, Tina, David, Aldrian, William, Qka, Saka, Virgie, Sherly, Ikem, and other army friends. And at the time before I went to the stage, I got the answer very clearly.

Tina—as senior—encouraged us all and gave the spirit that this was the last stage I would perform. And this was the end of our festival. “Save the best for the last, huh?” Lydia said in that time. We tossed and united our hands together. “Vin, pray,” Cie Yunita said. I was confused at first because the ones who always pray for ‘victory’ there were Tina and David. But I gladly accepted that.

“—and Father, please bless us on the stage, so what we have trained for days can be performed well,” I prayed, “And let all the glory is YOURS! Amen!!”

“WUSHU SMAK 1 !!!!”

“JIA YOUUU!!!” We screamed aloud. Might be too loud, but I didn’t care. I didn’t know what the others felt, but for me, it was only for God alone.

I could get more if I didn’t join. I wouldn’t have fallen behind at school, didn’t need to exercise harder, didn’t need to overtake the lessons. I would have stayed at home sleeping, playing computers and games. But there were many things I wouldn’t have got if I didn’t join: I couldn’t have befriended with them all, I couldn’t perform for SMAK 1 for the last time (especially in wushu). And the most important thing I’d got…

I could do something for GOD.

I didn’t care if those irregular audiences mentioned me or not. I knew that the true audience weren’t them all. The One is my audience. Then I had to do it with my all.

 

It’s revenge time!

Journal Entry xx-yy-zzzz

Huraay, after struggling in SNMPTN (Seleksi Nasional Masuk Perguruan Tinggi Negeri—National Selection to National University—or whatever it is) for almost 1 month, I am FREE to do everything I like now (but I’m a bit worried about the result, though). I’m sorry if I can’t make all the drawings as I promised before in dA… that SNMPTN thing makes me a bit crazy… >:(

Well, now I’m playing SRW games in GBA and playstation (too bad I don’t have PS2 and PS3). I’ve finished 2 of them (with cheating^^) and it inspires me a lot about robots’ models! Especially for Banpresto OG (Banpresto Original Generation) R-1, R-2, R-3, R-Gun, Alteisen, and Hucklebein (it’s designed by Katoki Hajime, who created Gundams). I’m a fan of Getter and Mazinger^^. Wow, since when am I super robot otaku?

 

SNMPTN–Argghhh!!!

Journal Entry 05-06-2008.

SNMPTN (Seleksi Nasional Masuk Perguruan Tinggi Negeri—National Selection to National University—or whatever it is)!!!!!! Gyahgyahgyahhh!! Noo…. Looking at my points now (I checked with GO—Ganesha Operation—‘s answers) I need 76 more points, or so 29 numbers right. Sigh… it’s going to be hard from now. I can’t be CALM until 1 August, the D-day. The result. Urgh… Now I must have faith in God—that He will do the best for me. (NB: I have sin in Parahyangan University, however, so I don’t have any choice but to be accepted to ITB. Grr… how annoying… I’m with stupid…)

 

I was caught by the Hand of God!

Exact date: Friday, 21 March 2008
Place : Bandung

My church had a social program to celebrate Easter to Tanggerang (China Benteng). And, yea, I was too confused–go or not? Because my little brother had been sick for a week and I don’t know who would take me there. I thought I will skip that one, but puh-le-a-se… deep inside my heart, I knew I could do something about it.

But let’s see what had happened before the D-day:
1. I was very frustrated with everything in this month. I was a bit ‘weird’ for not attending some ‘friendship event with my best friends’, working hard to get good-marks in pretests, and finishing all Math packets before it become another Everest… So I almost cried aloud, ‘God, please, puh-le-a-se, I’m only Your page in Your household, please give me exact command and I will do it’, instead of ‘God, please do Your will but don’t make me Your robot.’
2. I skipped many sate ’saat-teduh’ or ‘pray-time’, because I didn’t have time to do it… silly, really, but how to DO many WORKS in the same time? Impossible. Let’s see: my works in March are: Math packages, pretests, tests, tests, homeworks, a comic for Yearbook (2*B5! digitalizes everything, so I made it with Photoshop), Kris’ game (from making the characters, places, battlefields, battle sprites — it’s hard being an illustrator ;_; — next time I’ll have stick figures as my masterpiece)
3. Skip those friendship talk. I’d got no time. This is it!! *whack*

Before the D-Day, I planned to finish everything on Friday… from comics to Easter packets. But–gracefully–God dragged me and said: ‘Hey, you have a work to do for Me…’. I kept insist ‘Oh, God, I have problems with this and that…’ But God (might be) pointed Meriska ‘This is not your problem anymore’. I held my hands tight, and kept insist ‘But how I tell my parents?’ God, again, pointed, ‘Yea, but it is not your prob, right? Just give it a try.’. I gave it a try, speaking with my mom and dad, and EUREKA, they gave me permission. Great, I had no problem again and I had no more words to say. I see that. God caught me.

‘OK, God, but please one thing: don’t let me do silly things’
(Because my experience said that my tongue is not good as Nii’s–not allowed to comment) God smiled and said, ‘Yea, but you have ‘a-bit-crazy’ teammates. There are Valdi, Marsha, Meriska, and many more. And you have many ‘crazy’ doctors (dr. Rody–my –huix– beloved dentist). You’ll be very comfortable, I promise’. That’s true, again… I was caught once again.

I did it. Half day seeing patients and medicines (I thought I would be a pharmacist assistant after leave Tanggerang… f-_-;) And I had a nice walking-walking in Taman Anggrek Mall (don’t ask why–It’s not my idea!)

Although I know I was like Marley the Dog–who pursued his own tail into the end of his life– but I know God will lead the way. I was caught by Him… unlimited times.

This is the end of my story in Tanggerang…