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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I was a Gamer --Part II

In March 2011, something urged me to ask Sis about message she got from the church. She passed it to me and the message was the time is near, time for Christ. Deep in my heart, I fear it. I understand myself very well; I knew it then, I worship gaming—it became my second god. There was no way I would be saved if I stay this way.

I rushed and started to read bible randomly, prayed and asked God about what I have to do. I even tried to go to some churches but I never went to any church. Then, still in March 2011; I asked God about my second god—gaming, how to get away from it.    


“Delete the game.”

I didn’t believe it at first; I felt weird and started to laugh a little. A voice of nowhere just popped up in my heart.

“Delete the game.”

Ok, a voice in my heart asking me to delete the game. I sat on my bed, started to cry over it. I didn’t want to delete the game; it was such a harsh demand for me then. I bargained but there was no answer, it was a “command” not mere request.

Desperate, I came to my Sis and join her church for a Sunday. The message of that Sunday was a confirmation. The preacher delivered that we must throw away ourselves, everything that chained us. It would be a torture for your soul since there will be some emptiness. However, God will fill it! Don’t be afraid to let go, just trust in the Lord.

I need three weeks to completely stop playing and deleting game. Those three weeks are weeks full of tears and struggle, resulting of unstable state of mind. The hardest part was to say goodbye to my online friends, it was not an easy thing to do—I have no friends around me. Alas, what must be done is have to be done.    

 I sold my pc parts (I asked Albert to dissemble my pc). I thought it was enough, but I still hold my playstation. The images of playing game often loiter around in my mind and tortured me. I have to fight my desire to playing.

Finally, I sold my playstation as well. Leaving me with nothing I could use to return to the virtual world.
I felt like my journey is end and it makes me sad.

Still, I’ve done what I must do. I can only trust God to purify me and fill me with His glory.

Free from gaming addiction is my first step, I still have a long path to walk. 

I was a Gamer -- Part I

Runes of Magic


 I was a gamer.

Tantra


Since junior high I’ve been accompanied by playstation; Final Fantasy IX was my very first game. There was an alert for me and my family, which is my behavior related to gaming; but we didn’t realize it at all. Alas, I kept on playing until the point of game addiction.


Lineage
Gaming was an important activity for me. Without it I felt empty, upset, and unusually bored. I spent half of my life sitting before a monitor and living inside the game. After all, I felt happy and enjoy the adventure in virtual world; real world seemed plain and such a hellish thing (especially the people, I hated socialization).

I loathe my school life; primary, junior high, high school—all were nightmare. I had few friends in primary school and I was hated for some unknown reason. The same thing happened in junior high, I couldn’t blend in and some teachers dislike me for something I didn’t understand then. High school? Even worse. I was forced to apply in a small town high school. I didn’t care about how small the town is; I was tortured by the people there. They were speaking some alien language (country Chinese) while I don’t even understand it at all. I might be there, tried to blend in. Alas they kept on talking to each other, ignoring me—who couldn’t speak their language.


Ran
I ran to gaming. I could forget about those things and had fun in some great adventure and saving the world or maybe just chilling around. I’ve reached the point of being one with gaming. Without gaming I felt like I could die just like fish without water. Gaming is like drug addiction, it’s hard to be free from it.


Because of gaming, my high school bf dumped me and got another girl. It pained me real hard, yet I still didn’t see it come because of gaming. I used to fight with my recent ex-bf because of my gaming obsession, ignored some people that were trying to be friend with me because I choose game instead of socialized in real world, and worst…trading God for playstation (Bro tried to hide my PS2 and I was furious. I threaten to leaving the house and I didn’t wanna pray or go to the church -.-a)



Rohan


Idol Street
Bad experiences caused by gaming didn’t make me stop gaming. I didn’t care about everything else but gaming. It became even worse when I started online gaming. I hated socialization but in online game I could be friendly and had many friends. We helped each other in our virtual adventure, we fight each other, and I’ve met some of them in real world. The relationship I gained from online game was way much better than what I experienced in real life. On the contrary, my relationship with my family and people around me was at the lowest. I never contact my Bro and Sis; I did call my parent sometimes, but my purpose was asking for money; there was no chit-chat. I locked myself in my room, refuse to let anybody enter and annoy me gaming. My whole world was in virtual world.

Cabal



Xen















Now, looking into my past while typing this article; I feel funny. Some good ol’ feeling lingering around me—joy, ashamed, despair, guilty. It was such a joy when I’ve had found my place in online gaming—such a thrill and great adventures with people that accept me. Yet, I feel ashamed of it. I might reach some great achievement in online gaming; however, I had ruined my life because of it. I’ve neglected my study, ignored real people that were living near me, and lost my first love because of gaming. My regret turned into despair. I felt I was living inside a dark pit without anybody that could help me to out. There might be some people tried to pull me out; still, they had no enough strength. Then, guilty. I was wrong to neglect my study—disappointing my parent especially Mom, who always prays for me and reminds me to looking for God. This guilty feeling somehow still stabs my heart, making me cry when remembering about it.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Bad mood and Unlucky Day


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Do you know, if you started a day with a bad mood it will affect your whole day to be such an unfortunate day?

Many wise people told us about it and use analogy to describe the difference of starting a day wisely with patience or stupidly with anger.

The most common example is:
A father woke up late. He rushed to prepare himself and “unfortunately” he had an accident with a cup of coffee. His daughter split the coffee on his shirt; alas, he snapped and yelled at her and also scolded the mother. The daughter cried, surely in that state she could not go to the school on bus like usual. The father, after changed shirt, forced to take the daughter to the school – making him arrived at the office even more lately. At this point, the father not only late; he also hurt the mother and daughter.

Turn the scenario; a father woke up late. He rushed to prepare himself and “unfortunately” he had an accident with a cup of coffee. His daughter split the coffee on his shirt, but he patiently smiled at his child and consoled her. While the father changed his shirt, the daughter went to the school on bus like usual. The father then kissed the mother and went the office just in time; well…it might be late but not that late.

I believe many of us ever read about this. However, did you ever experience it?

I did.

I admit I was not a good or kind girl. Instead, I had a temper that made me easy to explode. The core of this bad attitude lies on my ego. Blessed, I have to surrender it all to God and now I’m in some kind of treatment on this temper.

http://seattlest.com/2008/05/14/we_need_more_bu.php
One day, I woke up late and rushed to the office. I didn’t have any coffee accident but I was forced to take a crowded bus to the office. It was a hot morning and I carried some luggage with me. Since I hate crowded place, the crowded bus felt like a torture for me—my mood quickly hit the bottom bar and the unfortunate day started.

Arrived late at the office was not a big deal, the suddenly-broken-netbook was the problem. I couldn’t connect the internet and that’s mean I couldn’t work. Thankfully the office has a spare notebook, which I could use for awhile. I was upset enough and at the evening I realized I lost my purse. It was only coin purse, but I have enough money for one-meal-budget there. I scold nobody but I had an unpleasant day—I realize that whenever I got into some bad mood, my day would be bad (and I don’t even know since when this pattern started. Before I submitted to God, my mood never affect my luck =_=).

Another day, which is yesterday… my mood wasn’t good or bad, was it void. At the morning I tried to be friendly to Selly, yet it was rejected. I admit I’ve done wrong to her in the past, I did apologize to her and it seemed wasted; it is a surprise for me to know some grudge she holds to me. Honestly, it was upsetting me…
 
Arrived at the office, I was doing my usual desk job and sending group mail. I almost done the group mail when I realized I mistook the dating—I felt miserable and for awhile I didn’t know what to do to repent it. I choose to resend the group mail (T_T) and in the middle of it….Yahoo server went down; I felt like I want to bash my netbook. While waiting for the Yahoo server, I tried to promote the event in a forum. I already got this bad feeling but I didn’t prepare at all. There were some unfriendly responses in the forum; moreover there is one guy acted really hostile.

After office hour, I went to Semanggi delivering my novel collection to a buyer. When she checked the novels, it was revealed that the printing company didn’t use high-quality glue to attach those pages. I dislike the idea of letting that buyer go with imperfect books; yet she accepted it and told me the books are great (at that point I didn’t aware, but now I recognize the God’s favor on me). Went home, stuck at traffic, paid a great taxi bill because of that super traffic (==”)
http://www.ehow.com/

Finally home….

Are we done yet?

NO!!

I couldn’t enter my room for awhile because of some error in the keyhole. I thought Evi was already home, but I peeked the room from the window and there was nobody at all; why on earth the key won’t budge? I managed to enter the room after a brute force versus the keyhole (-_-“)

I felt super miserable and almost explode. Still, I ran to God and pour it all. I put it all into His holy fire and let it burned along with my ego. I never aware of it, but there was something that lifts my anger. My anger was gone completely and I gain a bizarre calmness. It was a simple thing, yet a miracle for me J

Thus, let us see the relation between bad mood and faith to the Lord. Some people might realize it already, but I only know this just now… (Thanks Holy Ghost :-* )

Bad mood could be interpreted into ungrateful manners, which is conveyed in a form of unsatisfied feeling on something.

Ordinary people would say this, “Unsatisfied or unhappy is human! There’s nothing wrong with it.”

Yes, it is human. However, human never feel satisfy—human always looking for more and more and even more.

“There is nothing that could satisfy me but the Lord.” (I forgot where I read it but I believe it is said by David, the line would be a little different but it has the same meaning).

http://www.oneyearbibleblog.com/2011/03/march-27th-one-year-bible-readings.html

Get a grip, realize it. Be thankful in every occasion: good or bad, lucky or unlucky, happy or sad. Be thankful for your life, which is granted. Furthermore, God never leave us—be thankful for that fact. Set your eyes on the Lord alone, and you’ll be satisfied more than you ever feel.