#I ran right to Ada who was also on her last hook and she died =_=

[moisette]

Very meh matches today. Nothing really interesting perkwise and I'm not feeling my usual self so... I also played like 6 matches and 3 of them were on the Swamp >_> I genuinely hate the Swamp maps xD Too fucking big. Too hard to find totems. The hatch can spawn in the literal corner. Main building is obnoxious. I hate the fucking logs. I hate the color scheme. So yeah those matches weren't too fun because I hate the Swamp and it keeps sending me there uB<

Not very good at dodging Deathslinger and Huntress but I lasted more than 5 seconds so I'll take it 8u/

It's always funny and cute when this happens xD;

No uB Stop uB -halfheartedly holds arm out-

I hate Sprint Burst... I believe it is a good perk but I end up walking everywhere. When I get tired of walking everywhere and I waste it - the Killer immediately decides to go for me so I die because I've wasted it. Give me Dramaturgy and Lithe uB<

[papersandkeyboards]

5/23-30: A Week of Hangouts

35th WEEK, MAY 23-30, 2016.

Seniors at Rainier Beach High School skip so much in general, I thought there would be no Senior Skip Day like in other schools.

Speaking of which—Senior Skip Day, I guess you could say, is some sort of unofficial agreement between seniors to skip the whole school day on an agreed day. And yes—it is indeed a thing, apparently.

But as I said, seniors—if not students in general—at RBHS skip so much, it doesn’t seem like Senior Skip Day would be a thing to be excited about. In my fourth period—which is IB Lang and Lit for seniors—there are suppose to be, like, 24 kids or something, but there are only 10ish students in average every day. One day the number hit 14, Mrs. Shaw got so excited she could’ve cried.

Tuesday, another sparsely populated fourth period. We were in the middle of something when a couple of seniors got into the classroom and handed out papers to us that turned out to be a permission slip to go to Seward Park on Friday.

“...what’s this?” I asked Imi.

“Oh, it’s Senior Skip Day,” she said.

Well—turned out we did have a Senior Skip/Ditch Day. Unless that it was school-approved, chaperoned-by-teacher Skip Day... quote on quote.

Call me a nerd, but I didn’t want to skip first period on Friday. If it were a normal first period I would probably be delighted to skip, but since mid-end May until mid-June, there’s this big event called Seattle International Film Festival, which is one of the most famous film festivals in the world. A whole bunch of films from some one hundred countries around the world, different styles, different genres. One of the films from USA is called “The First Girl I Loved”, and the director was coming to my first period on Friday. The world of filmmaking has always been interesting to me, so no way I would pass this opportunity, although he wasn’t a big block-buster movie director.

So I went to first period. Which I think was worth going. However, on the way to and during second period, I started getting down for not going to Skip Day. I didn’t even turn in the permission slip. I was so ready just to skip fourth and sixth on my own and finish reading The 5th Wave in the library (ok now I really have no defense if you call me a nerd).

I walked to third—Tomchick—and welcomed by his question, “Aren’t you going to Senior Field Trip?”

I shrugged. “I don’t want to miss first period.”

“You can still go. They haven’t even started yet.”

That lit up a speck of light in my face.

I still endured third period, then went to the Activity Center as Tomchick instructed, where he said I would find a ride there. I ran into Mr. Henderson instead—Henderson and Tomchick were the chaperones. I asked him, then he told me to go to the main office since there were also other seniors who would be getting a ride to Seward Park. I met Sadia there, she turned her and my permission slips, then get a ride with her and Naimo to Seward Park.

In front of the park, right at the sign, a white poster that says “RBHS Seniors—follow the balloon!”. There were balloons tied up to road signs along the way, until we found a clearing filled with people.

Seward Park is a really nice park. It’s wide, it has open plains and tree-shadowed plains, benches, a shelter, a big swing set. I saw Mr. Christopholus by the shelter preparing the grill. The tables in the shelter were filled with unopened food, drinks, and utensils, and the benches outside were packed with backpacks. I got out of the car and Price shouted my name... which I totally didn’t expect would happen since we never really talk.

Anyway, I looked around. I saw people in the grassfield, playing frisbee. Some people in the shelter. Some people by the benches playing ping pong and bean bag toss. I put my backpack on one of the benches and slowly joined the others playing bean bag toss. Me, Nina, Alex, Jeremiah, Rony, Mr. Jefferson—the ceramic teacher—and later, Bobby.

Honest opinion—in second period, I was so close to giving up and hoping I won’t miss anything. I thought it would be boring (since when I asked what’s going to be there, Tomchick said “just hanging out”), I thought there would only be people I wouldn’t connect with (baca: anak-anak berandal hits), but it turned out to be really fun. Seriously, it was really fun—it was worth skipping a whole school day for.

(playing this game Tomchick dubbed “Chinese numbers”--which, apparently, is also a game I happen to know later back in Indo, also dubbed “angka Cina”)

Kapan lagi bisa bolos bareng-bareng seangkatan? Kalau niat sih, aku juga bisa bikin ginian di angkatan sekolah Indo. Bedanya 1) bakal susah buat ngerayu semuanya, dan 2) kepsek dan guru bakal marah besar sebesar-besarnya, rapor/SKHU bisa ditahan, seangkatan bisa dijemur seharian pas upacara (which isn’t new to us, hufft), dan beragam jenis kemurkaan guru lainnya. Belum lagi di angkatan memang ada anak yang superduper baik dan santun dan 99% bakalan nggak mau dirayu (mengacu ke poin 1).

Oh, satu lagi. Kalau memang kejadian, aku—sebagai anak AFS dan pioneer ‘hari bolos’—bisa lebih berabe lagi.

Uh. Okay.

I should’ve realized things like this always have an advantage—and one big major advantage that I would totally skip school for is getting to know people. There are people I have the same class with, people that also went on the Salish Sea field trip but were in a different group than me so I didn’t really talk to them, people who were just in the hallways—on this day I got to talk to them if I haven’t, and if I have, I got to socialize with them more (this might sound petty to you social butterflies, but as an introvert, I felt happy with it).

So yeah. Thanks for that.

Aside from that, this week really has been a week of hangouts—referring to the title. With friends, with family, and with myself.

Hey. I love me some me-time.

I wrote about this in the last post(s). Last week, I watched CA: Civil War, but before then, I had an hour to kill, so I went to Barnes and Noble. And I discovered this book, read the back of it, read a few first pages, and just like that, I was hooked.

Since then, I’ve been going to Barnes and Noble just to read the book without actually buying it. (well only three times since it’s a short read) On Monday I went there and finished the whole thing. I was dying. I went home empty-hearted, needing a closure.

(please refer to the previous post)

Not a perfect book, but then again, I’m not a perfect book reviewer, I was mostly just there for the emotions and intense storyline. If you like intense thriller books that wring your soul out of emotion, you probably will like it.

(“why not borrow it from the library?” you might ask—well, it’s a newly published book, that’s why, plus I looked it up on Seattle Public Library website and found jack)

On Wednesday, Kira and Tania and Victoria and I hung out downtown. Mostly because Tania is leaving on June 8th and Tania and Victoria’s school is close to my and Kira’s school so we gotta hang out after school at least once. So we did.

And on Thursday, Livia (this Indonesian girl I met in SCC) and I went to Chihuly Garden and Glass in Seattle Center. A good catch-up session, plus she’s transferring to San Francisco after this summer quarter.

Friday, after that senior skip day, my host parents and I went to Whidbey Island with Tommy and Anna—their friends—and their kids and rent a vacation house for the long weekend (Monday, May 30, is Memorial Day—which means no school and work). We didn’t go there right after my school day, so even though it’s not too long of a ride, we got there at around 9.30pm, where Tommy and Anna and their kids were asleep already.

In the morning, I woke up, went downstairs, and was welcomed by a 4-year-old and 2-year-old running around the house excitedly, stark naked.

“Naked baby!” that’s exactly what they said, over and over, until like an hour later Anna successfully put a shirt on Colin, the 2-y.o.

Cute kids. Typical loud, running-around, cute kids. Good thing the vacation house we rented had a huge sand box as its front yard (apart from the fact that the houses around were facing the beach, where there was... well, sand), plus the pails and sandcastle-making tools and all. There was also a bunch of tree trunks which unexpectedly formed some sort of cave (or maybe people in the past made it on purpose?) in which Colin and Anna liked to play.

It was probably the chillest weekend I’ve ever had. No planned activities, mostly spent walking along the coast, playing with the kids, reading (and finishing) my book, chilling in the front yard under the bright sun but cold breeze, and tagging along with Karen to shop for groceries and other trinkets (<--referring to the time she took me to a quilt shop).

OH WAIT. We also spend the nights watching Lord of the Rings. Hehehe.

Another thing that is the highlight of this weekend was how it has planted the first seed of what would affect my future life decisions since, which I will always be grateful for. But that part shall come later.

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There it was. A week of hangouts. With fellow seniors, with AFS friends, with Indonesian friend, with my host family, with little kids, and of course, the most important, with myself.

Salam dari pelajar yang bermental main (in my defense, guru aku pernah bilang kalau punya mental main itu penting!),

Nabila Safitri.

[moisette]

Today's matches were...a mixed bag.

First match was against Naughty Bear Trapper on the Swamp and Claudette was in basement. I did not know if I should go for the save or if someone else was going. When David finished his gen and I saw it was on the same side of the map I was on - I ran across the map to get Claudette out of basement. I've always been crazy enough to attempt basement saves against Trapper so I went in. There was a single trap and I went around it and got Claudette but she hit struggle. I tried to bodyblock for her but ended up getting sandwiched between her and Trapper xD; Nea immediately killed herself and Trapper ended up letting us go because he felt bad, I guess. Then my next match was against a farming Naughty Bear Trapper o_O It was not the same person, though. What're the odds of that happening?

Had a match against a Vecna that played normally. I swear Haddonfield is so unfun as Survivor. I actually used to love it as Trickster because it did present some kind of challenge. Now I find it fucking boring as Killer and Survivor...

Had a match against a Wesker where I did okay in my first chase but I did something stupid and got punished for it. I then cleansed my Plaything because no terror radius Wesker is scary aaaand I died. Should have thrown God pallet but I didn't. All of that was on me. I could have played way smarter.

Had a match against a Deathslinger and I went down at the start because of his Iri add-on. Not the best at dodging Deathslinger so xD; Rebecca got downed too but decided to ragequit. She got unhooked and Deathslinger actually played super fucking chill ._. I did NOT expect that xD I will never know if he planned to kill us because THE SERVER BOOTED EVERYONE OUT. No ggs. No way to talk to anyone at all. No way to see his build or anything Bu

Next match was against a Legion who might be newer to playing Killer. Why do I say that?

When I was new to playing Killer, Survivors doing what I did was confusing. I also still get confused when they run at me to Dead Hard so I just don't react at all and they sometimes waste their Dead Hard xD; Either way, it was a fun match. I noticed his terror radius was a bit odd so I guess it was because of Monitor & Abuse. I kept saying "Where does he go 8u"

My last match...fucking tilted me a bit. I try not to let shit bother me unless someone BMs me or griefs me but... Basically it was a match on Hawkins against a Pig and my teammates weren't the best. I got chased at the start and got hooked. Bill unhooked me, didn't try to heal me, pointed, and ran away. I used my syringe then went to get my active trap off. While I was getting my trap off, Haddie ran the Pig right to where I was... I got my trap off like 3rd try then got on a gen. I got chased again and went down at a pallet and got another trap put on. Ada was around but Pig knew she was so she chased Ada and Ada dropped the pallet that I was under then ran away. Wow. Thanks, Ada. Then Bill ran to pick me up and Pig came back and Bill who HADN'T BEEN HOOKED ALL MATCH didn't try to take a hit or anything - he just let me get downed while he ran away. At that point, I decided to let myself die because honestly? I was over that match. Bill unhooked me, pointed, then ran away again. I went to get my trap off again, got found, and then died. I was annoyed so I said something about it in chat. I wasn't overly mean - I said "You guys are the worst teammates I've had in a while xD" then left. That is the epitome of SoloQ. I genuinely don't get what goes through peoples' heads when they play Survivor.