Monday, October 12, 2015

Creating a Villain Part 2

Right, so here we are, back again at the same place that we left off. So where we left off, I was talking about my main motive as a supervillain (for some reason, when I try to remember my villainous self, the villain that comes to mind is this pacifist pirate by the name of Stede Bonnet. Search him up, you'll see why). Now in this post, we'll focus on the more intricate details, such as my lair, my equipment, etc. So here we go...

First of all, every supervillain will need a lair. For me, the best type of lair isn't some Batcave-esque base of operations which is hidden somewhere secret. Not only is that inconvenient for a guy like me (remember, I'm one lazy dude), but it is a bit too "mainstream" for someone like me. If you ask me, my perfect idea of a lair is my house.

Now before you ask, I don't want my house to be some kind of secluded area chock-full of equipment designed for all your villainous purposes (OK, maybe a few stashes of the latest non-lethal heisting equipment hidden in secret compartments scattered around the house, but nothing too serious, say unlike an entire complex of henchmen in the basement below the house). This is also due to the fact that I want to make sure that when the authorities search my house, it won't be as hard for them to bust me for solicitation of masterminding some serious felony (which is gonna be kinda hard to explain if I have an entire basement of battle-dressed loogies hiding in a complex under the house).

As for my troops, the skill of my soldiers will really depend on the difficulty of the heist we're pulling off. Warehouse raids, bank heists, armored transport hits and other robberies of the sort should be manageable by a well-led gang of gun-wielding workers (think of something like the Payday gang, but replace the four heisters with an entire squadron of burglars. The reason for this is that the Payday gang consists of four badasses who can hold their own against a never-ending wave of police, whereas I might not be able to find four men with the same power in my actual cult of followers. And even if I DID find four badasses that can hold off the po-po by themselves, I still have to make sure they have an escort as extra insurance).

But for the more "advanced" robberies (think infiltrating military-protected facilities and anything involving government-protected places), I'm gonna have to call in some of the bigger guns. Maybe call in the guys in my team that have experience in dealing with the more "difficult" stuff, outfit them with better equipment (maybe an EMP, several tanks and battle aircraft, and several more pieces of sophisticated gear. Now I only need to teach the idiots HOW to use them). It might also get to the point where I might even employ the use of the supernatural (assuming such oddities exist in this reality by then), because you never know when some no-good superheroes will try and thwart my awesome get-rich-quick scheme.

So there, my friends. That is probably the type of supervillain I'm gonna be in another reality where I'm a scheming lawbreaker who will resort to robberies in order to fuel his extravagant lifestyle. I'll probably be doing more posts regarding this topic, so until the next post. See ya later!

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Creating a Villain

Every now and then, I think, "in a world where I was a supervillain, what type would I be?". It's kind of a weird question that everyone may think about every once in a while. So what kind of supervillain will I be? Well, I can sure as hell say that in another reality, the miscreant I'll become will be a rather unique one, if not strange (I think "strange" is more fitting). So, let's just get into it...

Every supervillain has a reason for becoming a supervillain. It might be because he wants to be noticed by the world (in fact, many villains' greatest fear is that the world will forget them when they die), or maybe because of his immense greed. Other villains are just total psychopaths who want nothing more than to go on a nonstop killing spree, and others become evil because they want to brainwash others into believing in said villain's ideologies (these types of villains normally lead a cult who all believe in what their leader does).

In my opinion, in order to create the perfect supervillain out of a regular, rational human being, we must first find this person's fatal flaw (wow, this post got morbid real fast). Is this person lazy? Is he greedy? Is he prideful? Does he want others to believe in what he/she does? Or is he just pissed off at the world and show it who's boss? In my case, my fatal flaw is laziness. I try to do as least work as possible and try to reap the benefits from already-existing opportunities.

So now that we know my fatal flaw, let's imagine a world, another reality where this flaw is exaggerated to the point where it becomes my life meaning (have any of you ever searched up "types of good and evil"? on your browser? You might wanna search it up now to get a better idea of what I'm about to tell you). So now, in this new reality where Jason (no, not the Jason that is immortal, wields a machete and constantly kills off teenagers. Although it'd be nice if I was that kind of villain, not gonna lie) is an evildoer who wants $#!+ to be done with as little effort as possible.

In the alignment system (refer to the search results of "types of good and evil" you just opened up a paragraph ago), I would probably fit into the "neutral" or "lawful" evil type. "But Jason," I hear you say. "How are you not sure what TYPE of "evil" you are?". Well, dear reader, I'll leave it up to you to decide which type of "evil" I am, because to be perfectly honest with you right now, I'm quite confused.

The reason I'm confused about what type of villain I am is because unlike many evildoers, if there's a code of ethic that I will follow as a supervillain, it will be (wait for it... wait for it...) to still remain a follower of God while I do so. *audience bursts into uncontrollable laughter*

Yes, yes, I know that it sounds crazy, but I will not commit any mortal sins as a supervillain ("mortal sins", for those of you who don't know, are sins that COMPLETELY break your bond with God. Just search it up on the Internet if you're curious). In summary, that means I'll still stay a follower of God, but with ONE exception (I mean, how else would you stay a supervillain?):
  1. As a supervillain, I'll participate in heists, raids, and other operations that involve stealing. So this means I'll probably focus on being a major underworld figure for being the mastermind behind various bank heists, convoy assaults, warehouse raids, etc.
My main goal as a supervillain is to live a luxurious life, and I'll resort to any means in order to become one of the richest dudes (of course, with the exception of not committing any mortal sins with the exception of anything related to stealing) in the city's underbelly.

We'll talk more about this in the next post. Until then, See ya!

Friday, October 9, 2015

What Happens Next

It's amazing how the world works, isn't it? It's an ongoing cycle of life (I would say “endless”, but then again, I doubt that we humans would last forever on this world due to the theories about the eventual but inevitable apocalypse and $#!+) that really is just a “rinse and repeat” sequence of events that keep the world going.

You guys might be wondering, “J, just stop talking in circles and speak straight already.”, so let me just get to my small “deduction”. I'm talking about the life cycle of humans in the world and their roles in it. Last night, my dad and I had a discussion about the types of people in the world. The gist of it was, there were two main types of people in this world: the “consumers” and the “producers”.

The consumers, hence the name, are people who consume products made by the producers. For instance, consumers are video gamers, whilst the video game producers are the producers, hence the name (YouTubers are a special class all by themeselves: they're producers who make money by being consumers (to be fair, they DO have to put in work into the quality of their videos), which is a job a hardcore gamer can only DREAM of having).

The daily life of the entire world is like a food chain: producers create the products which consumers, well, consume (what else? Throw away?), whilst the consumers put these products to good use, as they should (by buying the products, they're already putting the product to good use. Praise consumerism and our dependence on small, insignificant everyday products designed to fulfill our unnecessary wants and needs). In a world where everyone's a producer and nobody buys these insignificant products, the world would probably be in total anarchy by now, because nobody is making any money since they're all busy making $#!+ for other people.

But of course, this isn't to be used as an excuse by consumers to lie around the house beside their Doritos stash (copyright infringement coming in 3...2...1...) and their cable TVs/gaming consoles. Thankfully, you can be a producer and a consumer at the same time. A guy who works at a local Burger King restaurant is free to buy a serving of enchiladas at the Taco Bell next door at any time. And for some reason, according to my family, this consumer/producer thing is a serious issue I've been plagued with over the course of the past few years (or more accurately, ever since I discovered how to have fun).

I'm a consumer. According to me, I'm happy to be one, as long as I have a steady source of income to supply my wants and needs (and trust me, that is NOT much to ask for, unless you call food and water, a shelter, a steady source of income, broadband Internet connection and a laptop the wishes of a millionaire). But a question my family keeps on asking me is, “what are you gonna produce?”. The answer to the question has been discovered, but I have trouble telling it to the rest of the world.

Acording to my dad, I'm not gonna go anywhere fast if I don't start to “do something that will benefit my future”, and has gone to insane lengths to get this point through. I don't know if I'm doing something wrong or if I'm just not showing it, but the message I'm getting seems to be something along the lines of “you're a lazy-ass piece of crap who stares at the computer every second of spare time you get, and you're future ain't looking too bright unless you stop having fun and start doing something that'll contribute to your adult life.”

Now I don't know if this means that I'll be homeless if I don't “start doing something with my life” or if it means that I just won't get a high-paying job later down the line. What I want for my future isn't something I'd call a luxury (compare it to the higher class people who have a high-paying job and a family), unless you're living in a homeless camp in some desolate area in the city. Now the question is that if I continue on like this, am I on the road to living the life I asked for (go back two paragraphs and refer to that as my future life's “wishlist”) or am I on the road that will lead me into a hobo encampment under some bridge? That's what I want to know. I know that, and I can live the rest of my life a happy man. Amen to that. Seriously.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Crossing the Line

Over the years, in my childhood, I have relied on my imagination to keep myself entertained. To prevent myself from getting bored, to think of many things that other people may not have (or come to think of it, think of things that are entertaining. Frankly, I couldn't give two $#!+$ whether whatever entertaining thing I do is original or not. As long as it allows me to have fun, originality doesn't really matter anymore).

But one day I came across this game called "The Stanley Parable". This game was about an average man who had a boring life, but an amazingly creative mind, in which he made such great daydreams that he would sometimes even forget which world he currently was in; the world he created or the real one? This made me reconsider my life, and how much I used my imagination in my daily life. To make it a bit clearer, here's a transcript of a description of Stanley's life and the troubling fact about being lost in a world that you created, and not knowing which world is the real one or the one you've made up.

Here we go...
The Story of the Death of a Man named Stanley
"This is a very sad story about the death of a man named Stanley. Stanley is quite a boring fellow. He has a job that demands nothing of him, and every button that he pushes is a reminder of the inconsequential nature of his existence. Look at him there, pushing buttons, doing exactly what he's told to do. Now, he's pushing a button. Now, he's eating lunch. Now, he's going home; now, he's coming back to work. One might even feel sorry for him, except that he's chosen this life. But in his mind - ah, in his mind he can go on fantastic adventures. From behind his desk, Stanley dreamed of wild expeditions into the unknown, fantastic discoveries of new lands. It was wonderful. And each day that he returned to work was a reminder that none of it would ever happen to him.

And so he began to fantasize about his own job. First he imagined that one day, while at work, he stepped up from his desk to realize that all of his co-workers, his boss, everyone in the building, had suddenly vanished off the face of the Earth. The thought excited him terribly. So, he went further. He imagined that he came to two open doors, and that he could go through either. At least, choice! It barely even mattered what lay behind each door - the mere thought that his decisions would mean something was almost too wonderful to behold.

As he wandered through this fantasy world, he began to fill it with many possible paths and destinations. Down one path lay an enormous round room with monitors and mind controls, and down another was a yellow line that weaved in many directions, and down another was a game with a baby. And he called it, The Stanley Parable. It was such a wonderful fantasy, and so in his head, he relived it again, and then again, and again, over and over, wishing beyond hope that it would never end, that he would always feel this free. Surely there's an answer down some new path - mustn't there be? Perhaps if he played just one more time.

But there is no answer. How could there possibly be? In reality, all he's doing is pushing the same buttons he always has. Nothing has changed. The longer he spends here the more invested he gets, the more he forgets which life is the real one. And I'm trying to tell him this: that in this world he can never be anything but an observer. That as long as he remains here he's slowly killing himself. But he won't listen to me. He won't stop. Here, watch this. Stanley, the next time the screen asks you to push a button, do not do it.

You see? Can he just not hear me? How can I tell him in a way that he'll understand that every second he remains here, he's electing to kill himself? How can I get him to see what I see? How can I make him look at himself? I suppose I can't - not in the way I want him to. But I don't make the rules - I simply play to my intended purpose, the same as Stanley. We're not so different, I suppose. I'll try once more to convey all this to him; I'm compelled to, I must. Perhaps, well, maybe this time he'll see. Maybe this time. And I tried again, and Stanley pushed a button. And I tried again, and Stanley pushed a button. And I tried again, and Stanley pushed a button..."
End of Transcript
So to summarize, Stanley is a troubled man who may have relied too much on his imagination to get himself out of the sticky situations in life. But the more he fantasizes, the more he fades away from real life, the more invested he gets in the life he created, the more he... Ah you get the damn idea just reread the transcript.

My point is, after reading this, I started to seriously reconsider my life and how much I "escape" from it. How much will it affect my real life? That's one question I have yet to discover.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Euphoria (Part 2)

Well, it's been a while since the last post. Fortunately for you guys, I think I still have in my mind the content I was about to share with you guys. You remember the last post? About how somebody can actually change the way they think so even if they end up with a boring, crappy office job and a rented apartment room that they call "home", they can still be happier than some people who live in massive mansions in the city, with the wealthiest gadgets and whatnot (for those of you wealthy people who are reading this out there, do know that I'm not judging, but I'm trying to merely make a point. But hey, feel free to hate if you want, it's not like I can stop it).

So last we left off, I told you guys about an Animus, which is pretty much a virtual-reality experience that acts as both a video game and a tool for learning history (just check the Assassin's Creed database. Sorry you're gonna have to search the query and do all that searching $#!+ yourself, I'm still a bit traumatized about what happened recently in my blog regarding these weird notifications that have been popping up in my blog lately). This is probably the best thing that can happen in my life, in the extremely rare, wildly unlikely chance that it'd happen. All I need left is a shelter, food and water, and a constant flow of money to keep the essential resources I've said above going, and I'm set for life.

Right now I'm aiming for a decent life (I've decided that being rich is just gonna take too much work, and it'll increase my reputation, which is NOT something I want to happen to me, as I'll explain in a few paragraphs). OK house, good food (I'm not really thinking about a can of caviar and a prime ribeye steak per day, but you get what I mean by "good food". Something you can get from the supermarket everyday, a visit to a restaurant every few days, you get the damn idea), a laptop, and primo Wi-Fi (AKA broadband Internet connection). That's my definition of a good life. The less things I have to worry about, the better things are for me (and my gradually degrading sanity, not to mention). Which, by the way, is also another reason why I'm still confused on whether or not to have a family or not. Ah, screw it. That stuff can wait for a few years.

I should probably talk about social status now. What should my reputation be to reach a euphoric life? After many years of wondering, I have finally decided that if possible, I should probably stay incognito for, I dunno, say, my entire life (I can hear you screaming at me now, "JASON WHY IN THE NAME OF DOG WOULD YOU WANNA BE INCOGNITO YOU DUMB @$$#0!&?!"). Well, dear reader, here's my reason. The main reason I don't want to have people going around saying, "Hey, it's Jason, that guy who (insert awesome act here)!" is because there is a LOT of things that they can say about me. Spoiler alert: Not all of them may be good.

But unfortunately, that's all the time we have today. I'll write again soon, and until then, this is goodbye. See ya until then!

Sunday, August 16, 2015


When you think about it, there really is no such thing as a "perfect world". Maybe if one day humans learnt NOT to be the ungrateful little ingrates that we are, we MIGHT just have a chance at it. But thanks to us, the dream of a "perfect world" is yet to be seen.

To help back up my theory, let's start with this one: Humans (most of them, at least) are used to taking everything they have for granted (I said MOST humans, OK? Please don't hate me for this). Let's take a quick example. Guy A is a billionaire playboy (think Bruce Wayne, but probably without all the philanthropic behavior and having a cave under his mansion that fuels his secret life as a superhero), living the grand life of luxury in his giant, cozy-ass mansion in some rich area somewhere in the world with access to whatever the hell money can buy for him. Everyday he splurges his money on food, taking care of his massive house, expensive clothes, and other things that one would need to fuel his lifestyle.

Let's move to Guy B. Unlike Guy A, B is not rolling in an enormously huge stash of cash and luxury, but rather in the fact that he is just another tiny man in this great, big, unforgiving world. Sure, he may not a lowly miser who can't afford $#!+, but he sure isn't some spendthrift celebrity who can buy whatever the hell he wants. Instead, he's just a single man in a normal house with a job in the office that keeps his boat adrift on the waters of life (I guess you could say that while Guy B is in a puny boat in the sea of life, Guy A is busy chillin' on his huge f***ing cruise ship). Guy B has a regular house that you expect of a regular citizen, but it is no mansion (I think that you guys are smart enough to figure out what the typical house looks like, so I'm gonna save myself a bit of trouble and NOT spend the next few paragraphs trying to explain what a regular house looks like, if you don't mind).

So, given both of their predicaments, logically, Guy A should be happier, right? I mean, c'mon. He's living the high life in that giant building that he calls his house, he's got no financial problems whatsoever, and he can do whatever the absolute f*** he wants to do, whenever he wants to do it. What chance has Guy B got? He's just got this puny little house that only has a TV and a few other electronics and eats the food of the regular folk (as opposed to Guy A, who's probably enjoying his giant stockpile of caviar and Kopi Luwak back at his house).

Actually, that's all just a matter of perspective. Happiness, as I probably may have mentioned several gajillion times now, is a state of mind, not something that you must achieve using worldly means. Dude, if you gave me an Animus (an Animus is a machine from the Assassin's Creed series that can be used to travel back in time to literally replay (or at least that's what I think you do in an Animus) the memories of the past like in a video game. I'm not going to post a link to the webpage on the Web because I fear that might be the cause behind this warning I got in my blog a few weeks ago. Sorry, can't take any chances) that could entertain me for the rest of my life, then I really couldn't care about much else in my life (unless, of course, my dominant human nature will express ungratefulness and screw me over again. We'll get to that when it happens, IF I ever manage to get an Animus one day, whcih I probably won't).

We'll talk more of this later, in another post. Until then, as usual, I'll see you in the next post. Jason out. Peace!

Friday, August 7, 2015

Ye Old Days

I still remember the days that I wrote essays, answered tests and made speeches in front of the class. One of these days I just wanna show what I did to you guys. So I present to you, one of my English essays about a movie called "Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry" (WARNING: the review may be a little biased, but it's not a serious review, so chill out). Here it is...

“Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry” is a movie concerning racism and racial problems that used to haunt America in the 19th century. It was a movie made quite a long time ago (think a few years ago, when Morgan Freeman didn't look as old as he is now), and is derived from a novel of the same name. For the most part I enjoyed the movie. Here's my review of it...
The movie is about a black family living in 19th century Mississippi, when racial bias and injustice to black people were still haunting the country. The story follows a black family called “the Logans”, who were one of the many harassed black families living in the country and were struggling to take a stand against the injustice and bias that was being done to them. To this end the family has participated in many brave (and occasionally suicidal) acts in an attempt to show that all races are equal such as offering credit to the black people in the area so they would be able to spend less money in stores (something that the whites would never allow and will try their best to put a stop to). Even the main protagonist (a young black fourth grader) beat another white kid up for disrespecting her (again, another thing that is frowned upon within the white community).
I personally enjoyed the actors and actresses in the movie; they all put up a pretty amazing performance in the movie. But out of all the actors and actresses that played a role in the movie, the actor I enjoyed the most was Morgan Freeman, also known as “Uncle Hammer” in the movie. What astounded me the most about Freeman's performance was that I was normally used to him being the wise, understanding person in the movies he normally plays. But in this movie, he plays Uncle Hammer, a hotheaded, foul-tempered black man who will jump at the smallest chance to mess up a white person's face. Amazingly, Mr. Freeman dramatically changed from the wise, old man that we normally see him play as and see him as a darker (in both the literal and metaphorical sense of the word), more violent character. I loved it.
I liked the fighting scenes in the movie, namely one scene in the movie when someone gets his leg run over by a cart (there was no blood and gore in that part, don't worry. To be honest though, I was rather disappointed). I also enjoyed the parts in the movie that involved guns and standoffs, even if they don't involve any shooting (I've always been one for the more sadistic movies), mainly because these scenes are very intense and really brings back the difficulty and the atmosphere of living as a black person back in the 19th century.
However, I didn't like that there were certain parts of the book that the movie skipped out, and while I can completely understand that you can't fit EVERY SINGLE event into the book, there were some crucial events that the movie missed out, and some of the events that took place in the book didn't take place in order in the movie. So if any of you guys reading this out there read the book before planning to watch the movie, prepare to see some parts of the book taken out of the movie, some of them very important.
If there was a moral to learn from this story, the movie states it loud and clear: “Don't grow up to be a racist jerk when you grow up, because we have learned how difficult it was to live back in the racist, unjust 19th century America, where all black families lived unjustly, looking up to the whites when in reality, they were all equal and all deserve the same rights”.
Yeah, that must be it. If there's one message to be learned from the story, it's got to be that.
Movie Details
I'd rate the movie a 4 out of 5, mostly because of its accurate representation of the difficulty of living the life of a black family back in 19th century America. I would originally rate it a 3 out of 5, but Morgan Freeman's stellar performance as a supporting character adds one more point to the movie. His presence alone would give the movie a +0.5, but his presence as a talking, walking character makes me rate it a 4. Yes, that's just how much I admire the guy.
As for the MPAA rating of the movie, I'd say it is a PG-13 movie. While there are very cheerful moments in the movie, there are also dark moment s of racial bias and a decent amount of swearing (namely the many uses of the word “n***er”). Other than that it doesn't sport much controversial content, except for the racism. In conclusion, it is a rather good movie.
About Jason

 Jason is a quiet teenager who resides in Jakarta, Indonesia. He goes to school in Global Jaya International School, along with his fellow classmates and friends (he would provide the details of his house address, but then he'd be afraid he'd have to kill you). When he's not working his butt off doing various assignments given to him by the school, he's either busy chatting with his friends on social media, watching videos on YouTube, or playing video games on his computer (sometimes all of them at the same time). He is currently unemployed (and does not plan to be employed anytime soon). He is an eighth grader who is struggling to maintain the balance of work and fun in his life, and is still struggling to do so.

Monday, August 3, 2015


So it's about time that we talked about what we were gonna do (actually, what I'M gonna do) when I get back to school. As I may have mentioned a few posts ago, it's only a few weeks' time until I'm gonna have to get back to a life of difficulty, routine, and stress (plus, it's inevitable too. Unless I... nah, screw that thought. That's too dark. And besides, I'm still working on reducing my negative thinking. Gotta improve your mindset, J, gotta improve...).

On the bright side however, I do get to get back with my friends and hang out with 'em which I have never actually managed to find time for over the holidays (I was too occupied by the fact that my everyday “disturbances” (AKA video games and video streaming) were more entertaining than my friends) to speak to. Which is something I must fix. I know that said activities make me happier than hanging out with my friends, but so does marijuana. And coke. And so does... (dammit J, we're getting distracted here) you know what, never mind. My point is, I must hang out again. Not only is it good for my social skills, but I also must try to NOT be an unsociable son of a b****.

Ever wondered how fast the weeks pass during the holidays? (or whenever you're doing anything fun, on that matter) Hence the saying, “time flies when you're having fun”. When you're NOT having fun, on the other hand, time suddenly runs into a traffic jam (of course, this doesn't apply to EVERY time, but it damn sure applies to a HUGE portion of life. Yeah, I know. Life can be a d*** sometimes). I noticed this pattern when I was doing a series of activities, starting from doing schoolwork to watching YouTubers play Mortal Kombat X on the Web (among the many other videos that I watch). You can imagine which activity made time go as fast as an Alcatraz escapee on speeds (if you get the joke) and which activity slowed it the f*** down.

But as I have said previously, school ain't all torture either (then again, it ain't exactly paradise, but sure, it has its perks). I have my friends, I have games, I have many things to entertain me during my time in the area (I COULD lisst them all down, but I don't feel like doing it now. Sorry). I'll be looking forward to it. It's nice to have a good challenge in life once in a while, no? (in fact, I challenged myself to write this down in my laptop, in an environment that I'm not entirely comfortable with (it's hard to keep the place anonymous, but I'll try my best to be at my best behavior and describe the place I'm writing at at the same time), with no adaptor and limited battery power. Challenge accepted)

On that note, I should probably leave now. Someone very important (especially if I don't follow said person's orders, that is) is gonna tell me to pack up in a bit. On that note, goodbye and thank you guys for listening. See ya 'til next time!

Friday, July 31, 2015

Back in the Habit

So it's about time that we talked about what we were gonna do (actually, what I'M gonna do) when I get back to school. As I may have mentioned a few posts ago, it's only a few weeks' time until I'm gonna have to get back to a life of difficulty, routine, and stress (plus, it's inevitable too. Unless I... nah, screw that thought. That's too dark. And besides, I'm still working on reducing my negative thinking. Gotta improve your mindset, J, gotta improve...).

On the bright side however, I do get to get back with my friends and hang out with 'em which I have never actually managed to find time for over the holidays (I was too occupied by the fact that my everyday “disturbances” (AKA video games and video streaming) were more entertaining than my friends) to speak to. Which is something I must fix. I know that said activities make me happier than hanging out with my friends, but so does marijuana. And coke. And so does... (dammit J, we're getting distracted here) you know what, never mind. My point is, I must hang out again. Not only is it good for my social skills, but I also must try to NOT be an unsociable son of a b****.

Ever wondered how fast the weeks pass during the holidays? (or whenever you're doing anything fun, on that matter) Hence the saying, “time flies when you're having fun”. When you're NOT having fun, on the other hand, time suddenly runs into a traffic jam (of course, this doesn't apply to EVERY time, but it damn sure applies to a HUGE portion of life. Yeah, I know. Life can be a d*** sometimes). I noticed this pattern when I was doing a series of activities, starting from doing schoolwork to watching YouTubers play Mortal Kombat X on the Web (among the many other videos that I watch). You can imagine which activity made time go as fast as an Alcatraz escapee on speeds (if you get the joke) and which activity slowed it the f*** down.

But as I have said previously, school ain't all torture either (then again, it ain't exactly paradise, but sure, it has its perks). I have my friends, I have games, I have many things to entertain me during my time in the area (I COULD lisst them all down, but I don't feel like doing it now. Sorry). I'll be looking forward to it. It's nice to have a good challenge in life once in a while, no? (in fact, I challenged myself to write this down in my laptop, in an environment that I'm not entirely comfortable with (it's hard to keep the place anonymous, but I'll try my best to be at my best behavior and describe the place I'm writing at at the same time), with no adaptor and limited battery power. Challenge accepted)

On that note, I should probably leave now. Someone very important (especially if I don't follow said person's orders, that is) is gonna tell me to pack up in a bit. On that note, goodbye and thank you guys for listening. See ya 'til next time!

Thursday, July 30, 2015

What Happened Part 4

OK, last post about the Jogja trip. Let's just do this already. Now where did we leave off? Oh right, my definition of a "holiday". Let's do this...

Sure, we only ATE at the hotel (as opposed to staying there, as my class did during their stay), but the place in the hotel where we ate was the very same restaurant that we ate dinner during MY grade's stay at Jogjakarta. In fact, while my family and I were waiting for our food to arrive, I was busy trying to reconstruct the memory of my class eating in the restaurant. Sure, I didn't do such a good job, but it's nice to contemplate sometimes (in fact, that's what I do most of the goddamn time, even when in a huge crowd and forced to “socialize”. I'm an introvert guys, deal with it). Plus, they even had free Wi-Fi in the restaurant, so I managed to kill two birds with one stone.

Overall, the holiday was quite unique in its own right (the way we got to Jogjakarta was even MORE unique, as you're about to discover in a few paragraphs. And not in an entirely good way either, but we'll talk more about that later). For one, it was the very first time my family had ever gone any farther than Bandung (in this case, as I have pointed out several million times already, Jogjakarta) via car. Secondly, it was also the first time my family had ever stayed in multiple hotels/villas in one trip (two hotels and one not-so-great villa (once again, no offense, villa owners. I don't wanna get a lawsuit from you guys or some $#!+, but if you're gonna entertain me, add a few more entertainment devices if you ever plan to attract more guys like me (AKA people who prefer to spend their time staying in their room couch surfing/watching cable TV/ streaming videos from YouTube) to the place).

I've never been a big fan of being stuck in a tight space (in this case, a car) for extended periods of time (my parents told me it took around 8 hours to get to Semarang), unless I could be sedated for the entire journey, of course. We normally travel to such places via airplane, but my parents were all like, “f*** the plane, we gonna economize, baby.”. I don't blame them, but I guess if saving money means taking about 16 hours to get from Jogjakarta to Jakarta (seriously, that's how long the return trip took, and apparently the GPS navigation system estimated we arrive back in Jakarta by 2 PM, when in reality, it took until about 9 PM), then we gotta do what we gotta do. Speaking of which, they're also planning to get to motherf***ing BALI using a car once we manage to, so that's yet ANOTHER thing to look forward to in the future. Hooray...

Thankfully, now we're back at home, where I'm typing this, away from all the traveling bull$#!+. I should probably enjoy this while I still can, considering it's only 3 weeks until I'm due to be back in school, surviving yet ANOTHER onslaught of work for a year (excluding holidays and weekends). But until then, this is Jason, and see ye until the next post. Peace!

What Happened Part 3

My dad decided that we should have another post up today to compensate for the fate of tomorrow's Internet connection, so yeah... here we are. Anyway, let's just do this already. So, this is what happened next.

Amazingly, I also found a pretty decent place to eat while at Jogjakarta (OK, it wasn't really a restaurant, per se, but a food exhibition of some sort, like an outdoor food court (rhyming accidentally), and it fulfilled most of the criteria for a good Indonesian restaurant. It had great food (notably this really awesome Indonesian burger. Shame I forgot to tell the vendor not to put any hot sauce in the burger. Thankfully my dad bought several ice teas to extinguish the metaphorical fire in my mouth while I was eating said burger, but it was good nevertheless) and strategic placement (right next to the hotel). However, if there was something I could change about the place, it'd be the atmosphere (the atmosphere was fine, but I prefer indoor places, to be honest) and the background noise. I couldn't even hear myself over the noise of the host at the time (it was an exhibition, remember?). Other than that, it was actually great.

We also went “cave tubing” at Jogjakarta, which I had to say, was a pretty OK experience (I know it's anticlimactic for me to say it was an OK experience, but you know the type of guy I am). On the plus side, I got to witness going swimming in an underground cave for the first time, learned a bit about the local wildlife whilst in the cave (notably bats, fish and REALLY pesky bugs, but it was interesting nevertheless), and most importantly, got a photo of my dad taking a selfie (#selfieception). Unfortunately (for the rest of my family. I was totally fine with what happened next), we didn't go to any more activities like that for the remainder of the trip (see?).

But for ME, the most memorable experience of the trip was (hint: it's not the time when I ate at McDonald's or KFC, although that does qualify as a great experience. And sadly, that experience wasn't “lounging in the hotel room for hours on end” either. Nice guess, though) my visit to a hotel for some Dim Sum. I've been a pretty big fan of Dim Sum to start with, and secondly, this hotel was the very same place that I stayed in during MY grade's time in Jogjakarta. This was the most nostalgic I've ever been throughout the course of the entire journey (the second time was when we revisited the mall in Semarang that I told you guys was connected right next to the hotel on the return trip from Jogjakarta, but the only difference was that we only visited the mall to get some lunch. That was more anticlimactic than nostalgic, really, considering the fact that we visited the mall and got instantly depressed when we remembered that the hotel was right next to us. It's a hard feeling to describe, OK?).

Well, that should be it. This should at least please Daddy a bit, considering his mood if it doesn't. All I can say is that although this blog writing is somewhat of a necessity for my life (Internet surfing and $#!+), I will say that a side benefit to that is that you guys can at least see the life of my family. Maybe. I'll just leave the paragraph there before things get more complicated, so yeah... See ya next time!

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

What Happened Part 2

Right. So we back. Without further ado, let's just get right down to it already. Now, where were we? Oh right...

As I was saying, And FINALLY, our last stop was Jogjakarta. This place was rather nostalgic, considering I've visited the city and went through a few memorable experiences: The first time I've ever spent a week away from Jakarta with my grade, the first time I ever toured a city, the first time I've ever spent time in a hotel with people who aren't members of my family (rather, it was my friends and teachers), the first time I ever went on a plane trip with my class, and most importantly, the first time I ever got scammed (to be more specific, by a haggler who managed to persuade me into buying a book for around Rp. 100 000 (about $10 or so. Check the exchange rate or something, I'm not sure) for a book that originally cost around $2 (about Rp. 20 000). If there was something I learned, it was to be more stingy with hagglers. In fact, you could say that in a way I “bought” the “experience” (it's like “buying” XP in games with in-game currency, but in real life (I know games don't allow you to purchase XP, you have to gain them, but you get how I'm trying to relate this to real life here).

But let's not dwell on the past here. So as I was saying, this was yet another trip to Jogjakarta. We spent the next four nights living in a hotel room in a pretty sweet hotel (that probably could've been phrased better, but whatever). Overall, it was a rather fun trip (sure, the hotel wasn't directly connected with a mall, but it had several more TV channels to watch, so there were a few upsides and downsides). That would've gone even better IF my forgetful ass remembered to bring his smartphone to the hotel. Which I didn't (in fact, I was forced to borrow various phones from other members of my family in order to fulfill my insatiable lust for video streaming. Needless to say, I wasn't all that surprised to hear my family asking why I didn't just use my own goddamn phone).

We participated in several exciting events whilst in our trip. Firstly, whilst in Semarang, we went to a giant-ass statue of Mother Mary (I appreciate their emphasis on religion in that part of the city. However, what I do NOT appreciate was the... never mind, forget I ever said that in the first place). We went to try some of the local cuisine (which I wasn't really a big fan of, despite being a goddamn Indonesian in the first place. Or for SOME places, at least. The reason I wasn't really keen on some Indonesian restaurants was mainly due to its food, location (so I can get back to my home ASAP) and restaurant atmosphere. Fulfill those both, fulfill my opinion of a good Indonesian restaurant. Very few Indonesian diners have fulfilled these for me. But hey, different people, different taste. In my case, I usually fall for what you adults might call “junk food”: Burgers, chicken wings, pizza, and basically almost all types of stereotypical American food).

That should be all, I guess. We'll continue tomorrow.

Monday, July 27, 2015

What Happened Part 1

Well guys, guess I'm back in the habit. Again. After all the stuff that had went down over the course of the past week, a lot has changed (hint: one of these changes include my dad instructing me and my brother to get back in the habit of writing blog post, so if you were trying to discover the reason why I'm writing this stuff in the first goddamn place, well, here's your answer). As some of you readers may remember, I wrote a "vacation itinerary" about my family's road trip to Jogjakarta. In case you were wondering what went down during that trip, let me give you a quick rundown of what happened. So to make a long story short, let me tell you about the important parts...

We went to Semarang, our first stop on the way to Jogjakarta. Stayed in a rather sweet hotel there. Very convenient too, considering that there was a mall attached right next to it (it's one of those hotels which has a mall that connects directly with a hotel, so they share entrances, hell, you could even take the mall's freaking ESCALATOR to get to your room in the hotel), and if you might remember, I'm the type of guy who is most comfortable when he stays at his shelter (AKA his house/hotel room/place he is currently living in) with either YouTube or cable TV to keep him company.

After two days, we departed from the hotel to a villa as a halfway "mark" for our journey. Overall, the trip to that villa was pretty nice, IF you counted a TV with only local TV channels to watch from and crappy Wi-Fi a requirement for a “good stay”. So if I had to be perfectly honest with you, it sucked ass. Needless to say, it wasn't that hard to wave goodbye to THAT place. No offense to you, villa owners, all I have to say to you is that you should probably provide better facilities for people like me next time. Just a recommendation.

Oh right, just a small footnote before we continue, many of you people who have managed to find a way to live without the disturbances of your Internet connection/cable TV (speaking of which, my parents who are probably reading this and thinking what an ungrateful piece of $#!+ I am), I'm sorry if I sound a little spoiled for you, but really, those are the only entertainment features I really care about. Anything else is not really that important. In fact, I wouldn't mind sleeping on the soil in a f***ing HOBO CAMP and still be happy as long as you get me Wi-Fi and a device that can fully use the Internet (preferably a laptop, but a smartphone will also do the trick) or cable television. I don't need no goddamn XBOX to keep me entertained or some $#!+ like that. Just good Internet connection or cable TV (preferably the former). That's all this guy asks of you. If you think he's too stuck-up, well, f*** you too.

That's all I can show you guys for today, sorry. But tomorrow, I'll get this blog up and running again. This'll probably continue until several blog posts, but we'll make it eventually, until then, Jason out, as usual. Thanks!

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Vacation Itinerary

In a matter of days, I'm about to pack up and leave with my family to a road trip around the island (Java, to those of you who are still unaware of my homeland), and my dad had made me responsible for creating an itinerary for the family's trip. I mean, it's not like I had any other choice but to write the plan for the trip. I mean, when your Wi-Fi's on the line, you don't really have that much of a choice...

But let's not dwell on that. Time to think about more important things, aside from what'll probably happen to me if I don't get this done in time (according to my dad, that's around one hour. I'm working as fast as I can here). So first things first: HOW to get there. The first thing to keep in mind is the transportation that we will require to get from point A to point B. In this case, fortunately, we plan to use a car.

On the first two days, we plan to go to Semarang, a nearby area, where we still stay in the Crown Hotel, which, fortunately for me, has a strategically placed mall beside it. The family will probably be living off the food there for the first two days of our stay (because mall food. Don't ask). Maybe for a few meals, we'll be eating a bit of the local food, such as the lumpia (a unique type of dumpling), various types of tahu (beancurd), and pisang goreng (fried bananas). After spending our two days in Semarang, we'll be setting off again.

After Semarang, we'll set off to another place in the island called Bandungan. Whilst there, we will be staying at the Susan Spa hotel. And as per usual, we might be able to enjoy a bit of the local cuisine while we're there, and maybe some mall food, if any. Yeah, the plan for Bandungan ain't exactly the most detailed one in the universe, but it still merits for something. The plan isn't really fully specified, though.

So that should be it for MY part of the itinerary. We won't end the journey there, however: my brother has another itinerary up and running for the next half of the journey (Jogjakarta and so on), so my duty is done here. So until then guys, be seein' ya. Bye!

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Seven Sins Part 2

OK, so where were we? Oh, right. We were at the part where I had to end the post due to unavoidable circumstances. Lat where we left off, we were talking about the difference between gluttony and greed. So, without further ado, let's just get on with the issue of gluttony in our daily lives...

So, as I have said in the previous post, gluttony can be a problem sometimes, especially for people who have an insatiable desire for their, well, desires (what else?). So much, in fact, that they would even be willing to risk and endanger their own bodies to satisfy their wantings. The details of what gluttony is characterized like can be seen at the previous post.

So how does gluttony affect our daily lives? Well, the reason is rather simple and straightforward. Gluttons such as people with binge-eating problems. Actually, come to think about it, I'm not even really that SURE that “binge-eating” is the correct term to describe people who enjoy eating too many “guilty foods”, but we'll go with that for now until I manage to a) actually get home and finally get some good, actually USABLE Internet connection to search up the correct term for “overeating to the point of risking your own body”, AND b) manage to store up enough energy to actually OPEN a new tab on Google Chrome and search up an appropriate term for “overeating to the point of risking your own body” (yeah, “Sloth” is one of the seven sins I have never really managed to resolve yet. The fact that I also wait out the deadline of an assignment up until the day before the deadline (hell, sometimes I even do it ON the “D-Day”) and commit several hundreds of other lazy, unmotivated deeds also back up this fact).

Anyway, as I was saying, gluttons are pretty much killing themselves slowly by fulfilling their desires (Goddammit, am I just repeating my previous damn post? This is like an 80% similarity match with the first part. Sorry guys, I'm gonna find some original material for you guys in a bit, don't worry). Binge-eaters, who eat way too much and therefore risk their health (and indirectly even their own lives). Binge-watchers/Internet users/Binge whatever the hell gluttons may be potentially addicted to are pretty much destroying themselves willfully. Seeing that I'm pretty much just reusing my words over and over again, lemme just come to this conclusion: you can imagine the impact of us gluttons to our daily lives. I really don't feel like saying everything I just said a third/fourth time, for my sake and you guys's (Goddammit, now I get the feeling I'm making grammar errors AND extreme lack of originality. GODDAMMIT BRAIN WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU).

We still have time to discuss one more sin, and I've decided to pick “Greed” as the final sin of this post, since we're already waist-deep talking about gluttony (and not to mention overusing the same sentences over and over again), we might as well compare it with greed. Greed has the same “base concept” as gluttony: overindulgence of a specific thing. But the difference between “greed” and “gluttony” is that unlike gluttons, greedy people HAVE a lot of what they want (in this case, let's take “money” as the example), but have a tendency of not wanting to share it with people. So let's compare a glutton with a greedy person here.

So Guy A is a glutton. He likes to overspend money, because he's a glutton (that's what gluttons do, after all. We overindulge in our desires, with no regard to ourselves), goddammit. So Guy A, being the gluttonous sonuvab***h that he is, spends EVERY SINGLE penny of his money on things that he likes, with little regard to himself. He just overspends the absolute s**t out of his money,and even when he's low on cash, whenever he gets some moola, he just spends it on stuff that he doesn't even actually really need.

On the other hand, Guy B (the stingy motherf***er) has absolutely NO problem whatsoever when it comes to keeping his bank account balanced (to you guys who might not get this figure of speech, it basically means that he has a nice amount of money to keep his life going). However, he is incredibly selfish. He has no regard for other people, and although it won't hurt his wallet that much to donate and give others a bit of his money from time to time, he refuses to do it, because, as I have said a few sentences ago, he's a f***ing greedy jerk.

Greedy people can be a pain in the butt to the world. For instance, greedy governors/presidents/rulers of countries and cities may be too stingy to give to money to his/her dominion. If you have a greedy ruler to control a domain, he/she is gonna be all in for the money. And when said person gets a crap ton of money, he is just gonna constantly try to find other ways to get more and more money. And he/she will. Not. Stop. EVER. This applies to many things related to rulers ruling over their dominions (is that even the right word? Oh well, let's just go with that. Don't have a dictionary open right now, or good Internet connection either. Yeah, let's just go with “dominion”. Sounds cool anyway). In addition, people who are greedy are also the selfish buttholes in today's society due to their insistence of keeping whatever the hell they like to themselves and never give any of it to anyone, even though it won't hurt to do so.

So that wraps up the post for today. We'll continue this later sometime. Until then, as usual, see ya guys until tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Seven Sins (Part 1)

Haven't posted in quite a while now. How many days has it been? Nevertheless, I should probably get a post up and running if I'm ever gonna hope to keep this stuff up. So anyway, today we're gonna talk about the seven deadly sins (I'm not sure whether I should capitalize "seven deadly sins" or not. You know, kind of like "Seven Deadly Sins". Ah, doesn't matter. Probably won't be using the words that much in the following paragraphs to come anyway. Oh right, what was I talking about before? Oh yeah) and its application to real life.

The Seven Deadly Sins (yeah, we'll go with capitalizing the front letters. Don't know why, just feels more appropriate) are the seven main, well, SINS (what else?) that have been the root of (presumably) all the evil that has been present in this world. There are seven sins, as I have mentioned three times already (including just a few words ago) in this post, and these sins are as follows:

  1. Pride
  2. Gluttony
  3. Wrath
  4. Greed
  5. Lust
  6. Sloth
  7. Envy
After observing the world's behavior for the past several years (I won't say "for the past 14 years" because I only started observing all the wrong in the world just a few years ago after realizing what an issue the world had when it came to sinning. And BELIEVE me, although I have only begun to analyze the world's evils only a few years ago, boy, have I come to realize a LOT of the horrible sins and errors the world has to offer for us), I have made a rather thorough analysis of the applications of the seven sins hidden within our world.

Let's start with Pride. Honestly, there might not be all THAT many issues related to pride in this world, and even if it is, it might not be such a huge issue for worldly issues (corruption, terrorism, etc). I mean, seriously guys, I don't think that a terrorist is gonna be bombing some random skyscraper just to show that he can (or WILL he? I might be wrong here guys, feel free to prove it anytime, I'm open to feedback (and criticism) anytime, anywhere). OK, I admit, if he does, then he's got a REALLY huge ego. But in our daily lives, ego can be a massive pain in the butt. To start with, you've got people bragging around that they're "the best" at many things (I'm not even gonna START to make a list of things that they can potentially brag about, oh heeeeeell no. That'll take way too damn long). They start bragging, discriminating, and doing some other unspeakable things to their friends and (if we're unlucky) the public. In simple words, they become a world-class jerk.

Gluttony. Now, I have had a lot of confusion between "gluttony" and "greed". Both of them basically mean overindulgence, a knack of wanting to keep everything to yourself. But as I have learnt, it turns out that "gluttony" is different from "greed" in a distinguishable way: A "glutton" is a person who wants WAY too much stuff for himself (I can hear you SCREAMING right now, "But J, greedy people do that too, idiot."), BUT the difference between a greedy and a gluttonous person is that gluttons want too many things for themselves, to the point where they cannot even take care of THEIR OWN BODIES. That's probably the main reason "gluttony" is most related to food; people with health problems related with eating habits because they eat too much rich food can be considered "gluttons", because they like to eat so much of this good (but guilty) food to the point where they can't even take care of their own bodies.

But gluttony doesn't only apply to people who love eating "guilty" foods, oh no. Gluttons can also the people spending every possible minute that they can into watching a TV screen, the Internet, social media (so just in case some people out there feel offended and are trying to find a reason to hate on me, lemme just be fair here: I'm also a glutton. And a lustful person. The fact that I'm trying to squeeze every minute of my spare time into gazing at my laptop watching YouTube videos approves of that fact. Just to be fair), the possibilities are limitless, as long as they involve the glutton not being able to control these desires to the point that they would even risk their health and body to satisfying these desires. In other words, we gluttons are slowly, willfully killing ourselves slowly, as long as we get our satisfaction.

We'll talk more about this in another post, Dad's gonna wake up any second now and flip the absolute f**k out if he finds out I'm typing this (don't ask why), so we'll continue this later again, tomorrow. Until then, see ya guys at the next post.

Monday, June 29, 2015


I've been looking back at this blog and I've been thinking about the effect of the seven sins in my life. And I have to admit, the sins have played a rather big role in my life. I mean, some of the sins have been of little problem for me to resolve, while others have been huge, annoying moral dilemmas for me to deal with, both physically and mentally.

Now, for those of you who may not know what the hell I'm talking about right now, I'm talking about the seven deadly sins: Pride, Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Gluttony and Sloth. According to popular (and probably religious) belief, these seven sins are the sins that have been the "base" of every sin a human has committed (that probably could've been phrased better, but you get the idea).

In this post, I'll be covering the seven sins' effect on yours truly. Although I would describe myself as the rather "monotonous, blank, silent" type, I have NO problem admitting that I too, have a problem when it comes to being a perfect, pure, unstained lamb of the Lord. Trust me, I ain't no saint. I am FAR from pure. I don't exactly have the biggest faith (can faith even be measured in size? Ah well, you get what I'm trying to say) in the general community, because there are some irresistibly blasphemous questions about how the world was truly made and crap like that (evolution, the Big Bang theory (not the show, the actual theory), and other God-defying theories about life).

I'm not trying to defy the Father and his teachings or whatever, but I also don't want to sound like those overzealous dudes who stood on the Creationist side on the debate on Creation VS Evolution that went down several decades ago (or centuries. Ah, screw it. Too lazy to search up the exact date, but you get the idea, at least). I mean, yeah, I know that you Creationists out there really stand by your virtues about God and stuff like that, and I totally respect that (and don't hate on me guys, I really meant that. I wasn't being sarcastic. Word of honor).

Sometimes I guess believing in God is something that can make you a bit of an outsider, whether you may like it or not. I also respect the fact that you Creationists out there believe in the Lord's teachings even though it may collide with logic (take Noah's Ark, for instance. Some of the Ark's calculations about its size may not exactly fit the entire population of animals that were roaming the Earth at the time, but believers out there hold on to that fact. Maybe that's one part that I do not fully comprehend/understand yet).

I have mixed thoughts about all these theologies about how the Earth was made, how humans were made, a lot of things (yeah, there are a lot of things that an introvert can do in his spare time, isolated from the rest of the general community) that are a common debate nowadays. For instance, I like to think that God TRIGGERED the Big Bang that made the universe, that Adam and Eve was- Um, never mind, forget I ever said that. Don't want an endless wave of hating running at me. The point is, I have a lot of messed up (the level of "messed up" can vary on the theory) theories about the universe, some that a lot of you will most likely hate me for if I ever told you. So yeah, some things ARE better kept under wraps than known to the public...

We'll talk more about the topic next time, when I get the time. For now, peace out.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Da Future

From the title of this post I can tell that you might be thinking, "Oh, Jason's gonna be talking about the future and all the fancy stuff that we're gonna have later in out lives." or something like that. Well, my dear readers, whether you like it or not, the topic for today is NOT going to be about future weaponry or all that stuff. Instead, we're gonna spend this post talking about my (potential) future and how the hell I'm gonna manage to achieve it (man, I sound all arrogant and self-caring, I should seriously consider changing my tone to become less of a braggart). Anyway, let's just get this started already.

To start with, let me just put it this way; if one day there was a person who needed somebody to rely on to get a job or find motivation to work on whatever project said person is working on right now, I tell you now, and do NOT say I didn't warn you guys: I will certainly, one hundred percent sure I will NOT be that person. Work and play do not mix. Or at least it doesn't for me. You want expert advice, ask all those geniuses in the universities and people like that. Either their work IS their play (in simpler words, studying is their favorite activity. I will NEVER be that kind of guy, because I NEVER want to be known as "Jason the Smart-ass Nerd". Even if I can, I'll hate myself for it, Just an FYI. "Ain't nobody gonna change me but me.". Remember that quote?) or their lives depend on it.

Anyway, to summarize all that, let's just say I'm more of a carefree, aloof soul. Maybe a bit TOO carefree and aloof, if you ask me (yeah, amazingly, I somehow still know my limits). And this is not just because my parents told me, either; I also came to realize this over the years, but I just can't help being this person I am today. I mean, sloth is a deadly sin, yeah, but losing habits are more easily said than done. Anyone who's protesting now about my current metal state and that "Jason should stop being a lazy-ass f*** and be more discipline, DUH.", please shut the hell up and stop reading. This is not the post for you. You're better off reading about quantum physics and $#!+ like that than complaining about how I live my life.

OK, sorry about the recent meltdown there. As I was saying, all I need is just a little push. A little motivation (my parents don't count, by the way. The only thing they helped me with so far is that sometimes force is necessary to control your children and other basic virtues, and didn't exactly help me with motivation to work. Sorry, my descendants. Not my freakin' idea) to turn me into the successful person I hope I just might be someday. With a bit of luck and passion, I will be said person someday. I just need to find a way to do it. If I don't, well, expect to find an "Alexander Jason" working a regular, tedious and obviously dull office job in some building or, worst case scenario, roaming the slums of Jakarta trying to find a way to survive a day in its, harsh, cruel, unforgiving environment.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Time To Parteh

So. Last day of the school year down. What the hell do we do now, now that all the school stuff has been done and all is well with the world? OK, well, maybe not EVERYTHING is well with the world yet, starting from the fact that I feel somewhat isolated from my friends and prefer social interaction over an online Skype chat with my compatriots, as I may have mentioned in the previous post. However, on the bright side, I've got several weeks (perhaps even MONTHS) of goofing around the house doing absolutely nothing but opening various useless (but nonetheless very entertaining) websites and social media applications, and probably a few events with my family and friends, some of which I may enjoy (sleepovers, chatting online with my bros, all that kinds of stuff) or dislike/even despise (pretty much everything else).

So, on the plus side, I've got my plans for the holidays, which is basically watch the absolute $#!+ out of myself (that's gonna be a problematic, seeing that my eyesight is already seriously messed up as it is, but hopefully I'll be able to figure SOMETHING out over the holidays) on my computer, while resisting compliments from my ever-supporting parents about how it will horribly hinder my eyesight and mess up everything related to my vision and trying to shrug them off and find a way to deal with this dilemma so they won't have to worry about it (WHY in the name of Dog, out of all the genetic health issues my family could've passed down to me, it HAD to be “bad eyesight”? You can see how great that health problem mixes with my addiction and daily life. I'm not blaming you, ancestors, don't worry. I'm just cursing fate. I also won't want to be cursed by my (possibly grand) children for passing down my many disorders, including bad vision, mild ADHD and OCD in the future).

So other than my parents, I've got pretty much everything else sorted out. I've got Skype to help me keep in touch with my pals, which, when you think about it, might actually BETTER than real life interaction on some sides. I mean, can you create accidental spoonerisms on social media? Are you affected by your impediment speech in an online chat? That's a persistent problem I have to deal with from time to time. My friends I keep on “moving my lips the wrong way” when I speak. Well, to that I say my friend, screw you too. “Ain't nobody gonna change me but me”, bish (before you call me a copycat or something like that, let me point out to you that that wasn't my quote. It was a quote (not a very famous one, but a quote nonetheless) spoken by a talking raccoon in a movie where a vagrant, a space wrestler, a green super soldier, a tree and before-mentioned talking raccoon save a planet from a race of aliens who've suffered from hypothermia for way too long (or whatever that sickness that turns your skin blue is. I don't have freakin' Internet connection right now, so I'm not even gonna try to search up that term). If you still haven;t guessed the movie yet, consult to your friend who has). Get used to that.

So really... That's all that I really need to say for this post. I'll post this thing tomorrow, when I'm authorized connection the Web once more (my parents (I'm sorry, to be more exact, my DAD. If my family was a city, he's be the SWAT, the CIA and the FBI all at once. On second thought, my mom would probably be CIA. She reports to the superior agencies and they act accordingly. Anyway, we're getting off topic here, let's try to stick to the main path) have blocked off the Internet connection for the night, because due to past experiences, they have concluded that I should not be left to run amok with free Wi-Fi overnight, which is why I'm writing this now, at 10 PM. Time and date'll change by the time I post this, but that's the condition as of right now).

So that's that, then. Goodbye and see y'all until the next post.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Wake Me Up When The School Year Ends

So, today's the final day. After a year worth of studying and working my butt off doing various kinds of worksheets, tests, homework, projects and all that stuff, we have finally reached the year's end. During this year's end, I normally reflect. I look back and reflect on the things I could have done better, and the things that I was happy I did the way I did it (in simpler wording, the things that I was glad stayed the same).

In this post, I'm going to reflect on the previously mentioned things that I have just listed above (that probably could've been put into a much simpler sentence, but whatever) and if I feel like I'm the mood to, I'm probably gonna spend the remainder of the post planning my kick-ass holiday. We'll see how things go.

Let's reflect on the things I could've done better over the course of the past year. I mean (chuckle), EVERYBODY knows what a DILIGENT, HARDWORKING soul I am (that just goes to say that in reality, I really was just this lazy-ass dude who would delay the homework to the last possible second before he would actually get up and DO the work. Hey, don't ask: Last-minute panic is an awesome remedy to work, as I always say. You'll probably get a different opinion depending on who you ask though. I mean, my parents SURELY approve of it...), which is not at all.

Seriously, the majority of the projects and homework that I have done over the past year was NOT done in the best way possible. In other words, I REALLY didn't try. I really didn't. I'm not that type of guy. I'm more of the kind of guy who'd wait the homework out up until the last minute AND THEN work on it, as I may have mentioned previously. I am the LAST guy you'd expect who'd actually give a crap about some upcoming project.

When there's a piece of work that needs my attention, I'd normally lie around the house surfing the Web until the day before the deadline. THAT'S what it takes for me to quit YouTube and use the Internet for something far more useful (in academic terms, of course. Personally, I don't really think that stuff is all that useful to me. Then again, this is coming from the mouth of a guy who's obsessed in the Internet and literally can't find anything else to do besides write about his daily musings in a notebook OR talk with his friends (It MUST be his friends, however, because he and the public don't really mix well together. He hates strangers).

Of course, there's an exception. If it's a group project, that means I at least receive support from my friends, both morally and physically. I mean, I know I'm lazy, but when it comes to helping my friends, I'm all ears to find a way to help. That's one thing I'm glad I still had after all this time; a good standing with my friends. Fortunately, to the year level, although I come off as a bit of a freak, at least I ALSO come off as a patient, understanding and kind soul, even though there's a lot more that I'm willing to divulge under the mask (if you get that metaphor, I mean).

So yeah, other than that, I'm very happy and satisfied with my current state in my school. It's taught me a lot of things (in an unnecessarily rough method, but they taught me many things nonetheless), including mettle, toughness, friendship, sacrifice, and a great many other things. I'll be back, however, You ain't seen the last of me yet. So until the next post, guys. I will see you until then. Bye!

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

(Potentially) Happy Holidays

So anyway, it's only one more day 'til freedom comes. Tomorrow, which will be (hold on, let me check the calendar for a sec... and... right, here's the date) June 24, 2015, will be the last day of 8th grade (or to you people out there, to put it in more easily understood terms, last day of the 2nd grade of middle school, whichever one you prefer, you get the point). That, my friends, will be the time when everyone in the school goes into a brief hiatus (AKA a holiday for several months) of fun and excitement.

However, holidays, as amazing as it may sound, is not all sunshine and rainbows for me. Oh, NO, sir. There were a lot of issues that one might consider about having a holiday that may not have been considered by a person beforehand. There are a lot of things. But on the positive side, it may mean several months worth of useless (but EXTREMELY entertaining) lying around the house, but take this from me; it is one of my ideas of a perfect use of time. I know that sloth is a huge deadly sin that I possess, but seriously, as much as you might want to eradicate it from me, seriously guys, give me a freakin' break. Please.

Anyway, let's just get straight down into it. First of all, the issue with holidays are the lack of friends and social interaction. Yes, as much of a socially isolated freak I am in the general community around me, I actually CARE about my interaction with my buddies. Surprise, surprise. Just wait 'til my parents read about this...

As I was saying, when I say “lack of social interaction”, I meant to say that I don't feel that the liveliness of the typical conversation is present within a chatting session done on the Web. I mean, if you ask me whether I'd rather have a real, physical conversation with my friends at a table where we talk to each other with our own voices compared to a Skype chat online, where the only equivalent of talking is tapping several keys on our laptop to communicate with other people in the same chat, I'd take the actual, physical conversation ANY day. It DOES have much more meaning, after all. I mean, Social media IS good for communicating anywhere at any time, but when it comes down to it, the physical conversation wins, hands down.

That is the one, sole, vital reason behind missing school: Friends. A school without classmates is like Snoop Dogg without his stash of weed (yes, I actually made that reference in a speech in my English class. The English teacher was like, SMH). So if there's one thing that I highly miss about school, it's that one. Freaking. Word: Friendship.

With a bit of luck, I might be able to find a way to use social media and other online chatting applications to make the best of my friendship online while away from school. And if I don't, well, I'm pretty damn sure I'll be able to figure out another way to entertain myself at home without my friends' company that (hopefully) DOESN'T incur my parents' wrath. So with a bit of luck, I should be able to do that. Hopefully. Anyway, goodbye and see ya guys in the next post.

End of the Line (2015 version)

It's only a few more days 'til the end of my school year. That's both a good thing and a bad thing. Good? I've got a few months ahead of me full of nothing but fun and excitement. And needless to say, that is freaking awesome. Bad? Well, that means I'm gonna have to wave goodbye to my friends for several months until we reunite by the next school year.

It's amazing how fast the years pass, isn't it? Strangely, this parting didn't feel half as dramatic as last year; last year was a lot more, how should I describe it, sad (is that even the right word to describe it?), mostly probably due to the fact that it was the very first time I parted ways with my classmates. Now, well, it doesn't feel as dramatic as last year.

But still, the fact that I had to part ways with my pals was still very saddening to admit, one way or another. On the BRIGHT side, however, UNLIKE last year, I at least now I have another means to contact my friends over the months, including my friend who's gonna be moving to the USA next year; it's called social media. I mean, sure, it's not as effective as actually mingling with them, but it's a way to contact them nonetheless.

But I'm not here to talk (actually, not talk, to speak literally, but write) about that. I'm here to discuss about my science fair to you guys. I mean, there's this big-ass science fair that my school is having, and I think that for today's post, we should probably talk about said science fair.

So anyway, as I was saying, this science fair is basically an exhibition of crazy science stuff that students of the school have cooked up. These experiments may range from wet clay and a sound system (basically, the wet clay moves and makes a shape depending on what kind of sound you play on the speaker) to a ketchup packet that can sink or float (you can decide) in a bottle of water (courtesy of yours truly. Yeah, I know it's kinda lame, but that's always been my style; simple, fun, and not difficult). You only need to press said bottle in order to make the packet sink, and let go of the bottle to make said packet float.

So you might assume that this science fair might count for something towards the students' final academic grade. To answer your question, yes, it does. Kind of. Not that much however. We're not talking about a HUGE change to your grade according to how awesome your experiment is, but merely only a minor one. I, for one, don't really give much of a crap about the grade this is gonna bolster me up on, because it is already what it is. So I'm just gonna stick with my humble little experiment here (this time, rolling a can with static electricity).

So yeah, that's all I have to say about the school year coming to an end. Hopefully I'll be here next time, and see you guys until then. Bye!

Monday, June 22, 2015

Frame of Mind

Another day, another post. I could get used to this (but then again, remembering my true motive behind this post, maybe not), Anyway, in today's post, we are going to talk about happiness and many moral issues and its characteristics. I don't see much of a point babbling on and on about useless bull-crap that isn't necessary to be explain to you readers, so without further ado, let's just get straight to it.

Over the months, after some mental conditioning and change of heart (and mind), I've finally come to a conclusion, and a rather important one too. It may be a conclusion that some of you readers out there may have found earlier, but I only have discovered just recently, so frankly, I'll understand if you guys mocked me for this. Anyway, about last year, I discovered that happiness was really just a frame of mind. And believe me, that is a pretty damn important discovery for me.

I used to think about happiness and the feeling of contentedness was just merely related to your possessions and material belongings you had. So as a kid I would have these wild goals about being super rich/famous and that way, everything would take care of itself.

But when I got into 7th grade in my new school, my new friends had inadvertently taught me a new way of thinking, the CORRECT way of thinking, the potential key to my future life; that happiness is not about your physical possessions or anything like that: it's about you, and HOW you think your current condition is. For instance, person A may think that he is in a hellhole although he's got himself a good-earning job, a nice, obeying family, a nice-looking house, good internet connection, everything he really needs to supply him for the remainder of his ungrateful life (sorry A, but you had it coming. No offense, other people out there reading this that sound like person A. I don't relate anyone in real life to the people in my story).

Meanwhile, person B is just a low-income, disrespected, pressured man who lives in a rundown house and has no guarantee that he will be able to live his life until his death. He has no family, almost no friends (with the exception of the other losers in his office who share the same rank in the business as he does), and a rather low income. Hell, he even has trouble paying for his rent, for Christ's sake.

But B is happy. He may not be in the best financial situation in the world right now, but he is happy. "Why the hell, after all this crap happening to him, is he still happy?" you may ask me. Well, my faithful readers, it's because he's happy. He's content with what he has, and he. Is. Happy. Period. Although he has a low income job and a financially critical situation, he is content with his life and what he has, although he just has this crappy junkyard of a house and a job that practically demands nothing of him. Hey, don't look at me; there ARE people like that in this world. Damn, son, there are HOMELESS people in this world that are content and happy with the lives they have. In fact, some of them may even be more happy and content than us people on the Internet looking for something juicy to read/watch/chat about online.

So as you read this, I want you to put on a brighter, more cheerful mindset. Be happy with what you have, be it not that much or a lot. Over time, you'll find a way to be content and happy with what you have, as I have managed to be with (the TRUE problem with me lies in the fact that I AM content with what I have, but lose my freakin' mind once I DO lose that thing. As of now, it's the Wi-Fi. Take that away, and you now know why I'm writing this thing in the first place. Sorry, readers. That's the painful truth).

So yeah. That's that, then. Thanks guys, and see y'all next time.

Monday, June 15, 2015

Work Has (Not) Driven Me Insane

Well, it's been a long time since I ever updated this. But due to a very sudden (and not to mention life-threatening) demand to get an article up and running up in this blog, here's something else to think about. It's been a long time since I've updated this blog, so let's get it started again with a little but of positive reinforcement. In this case, some tactics on how we can work on improving the quality of your work (disclaimer: this method requires some deep thinking and is not guaranteed to work, so I am not responsible for any negative impact this post may give. Anyway, let's get this started already).

My dad talked to me a few nights ago about how positive thinking can really affect the quality of the work you do and the way you think about the work. Don't even mention it; he spent an entire night talking about how I can improve my study habits since he saw me working on my homework and said that I should have a "better attitude" towards it. And so that's how this post came to be; daddy dearest here ended up making (or should I say "forcing" by the way he decided to strangle the Internet connection in the house? Nah, that's a bit too mean. We'll stick to "making" for now) his kids make an article on how to optimize the quality of one's work and how to improve your attitude towards it.

So here's my tactic on how to improve work quality: (many of you may have heard of this already, but I'm just here to inform the guys who don't know about it yet. If you already know, feel free to skip to the part where we're done discussing about this stuff) Get a more positive mindset (if you didn't already have a positive enough mindset already, I mean), to start with. To pessimists out there, I know that optimism ain't exactly the first thing we'd resort to when the word "productivity" comes to mind, but trust me, it can be VERY useful sometimes. And not merely only in work quality and thoughts on said work; it can also be used to gain a happier life. I could go on all day about this wonderful philosophy, but I'm afraid we're running short on words here. Anyway, let's just get to the point:

So if you can implement this positive thinking into your work (for instance, you can visualize that "'x' will help me to become a better person" instead of "'x' is utterly freakin' useless and will get me absolutely nowhere in life), you're going to perform a LOT better at the current piece of work you're, well, working on. And that's just the gist of it: you can implement this into plenty of your daily life's activities, as I had just said a few moments ago. But as I also had said before, we'll discuss about that another time, perhaps another day.

So yeah, that's what this post has been all about. Work can be melded into something good, something that actually benefits your life, instead of being a mere hindrance to your happiness. However, this is far much easier said than done, but once you can trick your mind into thinking like that, work will be so much easier to do. Trust me.