Game Point

A doodle

I learned most of my life lessons from playing chess. The first lesson I learned was to focus on the king, the target, the big game. All those other pieces–the pawns, the lesser, even the powerful–they’re just there to distract you, to throw off your aim and drain your bullets. Keep your eye on the king, the prize, the heart. Take him out and no matter how many pieces are still left on the board, you’ll get home rich today.

The second lesson I learned from chess was that control is everything. All those pieces under your command and as long as your king is safe, you should make sure the enemy commands less. Take control of the board. Never forget where you are in the game.

But, heh, to be honest if you ask me anything about controlling the board, I wouldn’t know how to answer. I’m just a piece in the game, and as every other piece, all I have to worry about is the king and how to not get myself killed. And how to keep myself under the boss’s command, of course, or I’ll lose a whole day’s meal. Continue reading “Game Point”


Some game recommendations

Thanks to my new part-time-kind-of job as a contributor to a gaming website, I’ve been able to play video games pretty regularly without feeling that crushing guilt of time wasted away. Most of them are pretty great, within reason, assuming you can get used to the game itself.

I still owe the website some articles, but I can give some quick recommendations/review-thing for a couple of games I’ve played this year.

Momodora: Reverie Under the Moonlight

Lovely metroidvania platformer, that’s hard and challenging as heck even from the first level. The game successfully destroy any hubris I have about being gud at video games. Folks say it’s Dark Souls-like, but I’ve never played Dark Souls so what do I know. Its pixel art is lovely lovely lovely, despite the grimdark atmosphere.


An adventure game about teenagers and a haunted island. Classic gameplay at its top, but in the deeper end it’s a game about talking, making conversations, carrying conversations, and that deep anxiety of being a teenager and how to handle your friends. The story itself isn’t that deep, the puzzles and exploration themselves are more a hindrance, but the conversations tho.

The Wolf Among Us

It’s a Telltale game, which means it’s a pretty solid adventure game. Solid story, solid structure, solid engagement level. Definitely a capital M Mature game, and not just for the violence or that one NSFW scene. To be honest, it’s kind of forgettable for me, but it does get me thinking of picking up some Fables graphic novels, so there’s that.

Shadowrun (Returns, Dragonfall, Hong Kong)

I grew up on JRPGs, so classic western tabletop-style RPGs are like, what. Being based on the tabletop series, the Shadowrun video games still fit that Tabletop feeling to the T. Or at least, when it’s being a game. 50% of Shadowrun is, apparently, a novel. And a frickin sprawling novel at that. They put details everywhere, in every part of the world. There’s even this one terminal that tells the complete history of an unremarkable, unimportant location. Imagine the time and effort into writing them, man, even though the majority of players won’t even notice them.

The world itself cyberpunk enough to put Neuromancer to shame. It knows what it is, it knows how completely wacky it is (elves that can jack into the matrix, a human who can summon magical beast with the power of a chip installed to their eyeballs), and it rolls with it so blasted perfectly.

Definitely not for everyone. Lots and lots of reading and classic gameplay is enough to shut everyone out unless you’re a cyberpunk-adoring kid like me.


Play it. Play it again.

Stuffs I’m looking forward to

  1. Night in the Woods, out this fall.
  2. Hyper Light Drifter, out in less than a week.
  3. VA-11 HALl-A,  out this year, probably.

Best writer buddies of the twentieth century

While I was reading Ernest Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast, I was surprised to see that he dedicated whole chapters to F. Scott Fitzgerald, who was apparently a good friend of his. I know that they’re friends, and that people like to draw them in parallel, but I didn’t figure they were this close, and that Hemingway was so fascinated by his friend.

Funny too that the two met in a café in Paris, despite being true blood American both.

One thing I noticed: the way Hemingway describes Scott Fitzgerald’s wife, Zelda, so much resembles Gloria Patch, a character from Fitzgerald’s novel, The Beautiful and Damned. It’s pretty likely that Gloria herself is written to resemble Zelda, and that seems to be what most people think, but this is from Hemingway’s point of view. It’s kind of eery.

Hemingway is a lot of troubles, from what he writes of himself. He has sarcasm nailed down in his sleeve. And Fitzgerald, from his eyes, is like a whole lot more.

What was it… Hemingway killed himself, but Fitzgerald died earlier because of alcohol? Or was that someone else? Hemingway does talk a lot about his friend’s drinking habit, which was complicated and sometimes inconsistent. Drinks just have to be mentioned a lot when he’s around.

The other thing he writes about was how Fitzgerald skewed his stories so it’ll sell. It annoys him, I think.

I was trying to get him to write his stories as well as he could and not trick them to conform to any formula, as he had explained that he did.

“You’ve written a fine novel now,” I told him. “And you mustn’t write slop.”

“The novel isn’t selling,” he said. “I must write stories and they have to be stories that will sell.”

“Write the beat story that you can and write it as straight as you can.”

“I’m going to,” he said.

Either way, Hemingway has plenty to say about his friend’s many flaws and quirks–he has plenty of things to say about all his friends’ quirks–but he still admits that he was a fine writer and that he’ll always try to be a good friend to him.

Getting files between your Windows tab and your PC

Windows 10 tablet is a confusing beast. It’s basically a PC, it acts like a PC, it runs PC programs just fine. But it’s also a tablet; no keyboard, no mouse, and no standard USB port, only a micro-USB port that’s used in most smartphones.

Transferring files between a PC and a regular tablet is as easy as using a data cable, which is also the cable used to charge the tablet. It’s available everywhere. That kind of cable is also used to charge a Windows tablet, but then you connect that to a PC and-

Well, it’s charging. But nothing else is happening.

Because a Windows 10 tablet treat itself like a PC, connecting it to another PC is like… trying to connect two PCs together with a USB cable, which is apparently a concept so alien, nobody at Microsoft has figured it out yet. Although your tablet is still charging because it detects a power source from the other end of the cable, neither device can detect the existence of each other. So how are we supposed to transfer files between a Windows tablet and a PC? Continue reading “Getting files between your Windows tab and your PC”

Just a Hello to the Black Sun

I am rather amazing at ignoring the news. At blocking out waves of information, at not thinking about what everybody else are thinking and just focusing on my own thing.

The news of the solar eclipse have been around since ages ago, and as someone who occasionally read up about science and astronomy in particular, I picked up on it pretty early. 9 March 2016, early in the morning, only visible in Indonesia and surrounding islands. First it was the science centres, and then, slowly, the news break over to the rest of the populace. Soon enough it was everywhere. In social media, in televisions, newspapers. I heard hotels and resorts and places to stay in Belitung, Ternate, and all those cities that would be visited by the eclipse are already fully booked. I heard there were people on the streets, in cities where the eclipse would only be partial, even, selling glasses to see the sun, ready for the upcoming eclipse.

Yet somehow, despite my early interest, I just let the news passed right through.

I was out of commission the last two weeks, being sick, but then I returned to Bandung just a couple of days ago. There were still time to get ready, book a place, call some friends, and most importantly–I only just realised how important this is–buy those glasses and tools so I can see the sun when it’s eclipsed.

And yet, whoosh, went the sound of time. And suddenly the eclipse’s tomorrow and I had absolutely no plan, no tools, nothing whatsoever. It’s on a vacation day too (Hindu’s Day of Silence. What a coincidence, isn’t it? I wonder how Hindus are taking the eclipse) and way early in the morning, so I was partially pulled by the desire to just get some sleep, some extra time in bed.

No plans. No friends. My house’s facing west, so I can’t see it from my room.

I woke up in the morning and fought my way out of bed. It was early. I wasn’t sure if sleeping would be best, or if I should do, at least, something, to mark the occasion. I thought I was just going to maybe watch a live footage or something, but then, just at the time they said the eclipse is starting, I went screw it, screw it, screw it. Let’s just take a walk. Let’s just take a freaking walk. Continue reading “Just a Hello to the Black Sun”

Sick sick sick sick of this

The worst part of being sick is that I can’t tell if my body is trying to murder itself, or if I’m just being lazy. I can’t tell if pushing myself to work would be a good thing, or if it’ll kill me. And in the meantime Time moves on and on and on.

For a long time now, the only life motto I’m holding on with is We just keep carrying on. Through wind and storms or perfect daylight. Either against the waves or with it. We keep moving.

It’s not bad. The one I was stuck with before I got sick was more painful. Life isn’t fair and Time isn’t kind, but we have to keep on moving.

I’ve been on sick leave for the last two weeks. A whole week was spent on a hospital bed, feeling useless, but at least I was justified in that uselessness. I got better, but I was on house rest for the next couple of days or so. I should be back to school and work on Monday, but right now I still have hell curling in my head and demons laughing in my stomach. I don’t know.

We just keep on going. But sometimes I don’t know if I should fight the wave or find an easier port and stay there until the clouds are friendlier.

But what if the clouds won’t get better?