27/1/98
Dear Diary,
" I think I survived another shitty circus of high school drama where being popular or rich gets you ahead or get a pass if you do something wrong while the rest of us just have to deal with it like we are some type of slave in this shitty school system.".
I never get how people have the audacity to kiss their own ass to the world. I wouldn't bet on myself doing that in a million years . Also this thing about this school hierarchy of ranking ,I always find this concept so dumb like I am this or that ,I can do this or whatever, kneel before me like I am some kind of noble ,feed my ego type shit.
And the funny part ? this masses of dumbass seems always seems to misunderstand me . Its funny how fear me for my swordsmanship skills, like I have the power to kick their ass anytime I want or make their sorry ass felt some wrath if they mess with me .
Tbh, I never liked the attention I got, though it helps me keep my peace.
But you know, I too have a life outside the dojo. For instance, I too have some friends. I like going out sometimes to have some fun here and there, being completely normal like how a guy in his twenties should be living -playing sport ,watching dramas or enjoying the simplest things in life.
If not at the top, I think I go out adventuring or camping more than others too. I too have a life outside the dojo you know. Why are things always like I look and feel like an introverted villain life? Yes, I may not like the trending pop songs televised and commercialized or like the latest hairstyle trend , but I too have my jams from old pop songs influenced by R&B, complemented with old disco.
I find it sad that people these days are slowly moving away from soulful and personal music to factory-operated music. And they have the audacity to assume I have bland taste for music or character. Dear haters, I'm just vibing in a space that makes sense to me. I like things that matters to me .
But I guess in the end ,it all works out for the best. Mostly because I think that keeping the peace that i have and being comfortable with a few people does my introverted soul some good ,in this chaotic world.
Oh, I guess I'm back to complaining again, haha. Before I forget, yesterday after class and club activity I think I experience a peak level solo jamming session.
I managed to have a sneak peek soul session at the school when the media hall was finally empty after the kids from entertainment club left after the PT teacher started yelling the usual mantra to clean their mess up and go home.
At that moment ,I really wanted to try out that bad boy.So I picked up the guitar and used the school's newly purchased Velton GP-200 multi-effect. Oh my God, the retro reverb sound with grunge industrial rock—wee oh weee! I bet the amplifier got a string of sensual feeling too.
For a gick like me, it felt as if two worlds of different dimension started colliding in a chaotic beauty. I could keep playing the same chord in my dojo session for hours.
It was phenomenal.Dng it , I wish i could put words to describe this feeling. It felt as if I got transported to a realm of something extraordinary. Man, there are many things I'd like to explore before I hit my 30s. May the day come when I get over this introverted phase and rise above myself. Welp, I guess this will be all for today.
—M.K.Hikaru
--*"I think I may have poured my life onto the pages last night. By morning, I was half asleep in the class"*--
"Hikaru!" A sharp voice cut through the haze of the classroom. No response. "Hikaru!!"Tokk. A piece of chalk bounced off his forehead with surgical precision.
Waves of laughter broke out from his peers. Hikaru slowly raised his head, eyes half-lidded, staring blankly at the white dust on his desk. "mmmmmahhhhh," he muttered, more annoyed at the lost nap than the chalk.
The teacher's face was turning into a kind dangerous shade of tomato. "This is a history class, Mr. Sleeping Beauty! Shall I get you a pillow? Useless fellow ….Stand up!" Hikaru stretched, his spine popping like bubble wrap. "History is just so… repetitive, Miss. It is just like endless gossip of events …just 1000 years late . It's boringly hard to stay awake." The class giggled .
The teacher didn't .It struck her nerve. Whaack!!! A duster slammed into the side of his head, exploding into a cloud of chalk. "GET OUT." Hikaru brushed the white powder from his hair as he stood. "Better weight behind that one," he noted calmly.
He quickly ran out of the class before she could find something lethal to throw. The hallway was silent. Normally, a break in his routine would irritate him—wasted time meant less time to train. But today, the air felt liike something was wrong.
As he started walking, he felt that people passing him felt like vivid ghosts. Their voices turning into distant echoes, and their movements seemed heavy, predictable -some sort of like watching an action drama played at slow motion. What is this…? He stepped outside.
The wind didn't just blow past; it felt as if the wind gently brushed against his skin. He kind of noticed everything: the rhyming thuds of distant footsteps, the tiny change in the evening temperature, the sudden waves of tension in the air. Maybe I slept too long or so he thought, scratching his left cheek.
Taara. ring.. ring…!!!the bell ranged. The school day ended early or he felt so. And as usual, Hikaru took the path toward the dojo, but his feet stopped on their own.
The Senshi Shrine stood ahead. It was a place of daily ritual for him before he stepped into the dojo.A quiet moment to fold his hands and offer a silent promise to the founders of the blade -A prayer to reach the zenith and uphold its tradition to its best.
The wood looked as if it was painted bone-white by the sun burn and the base of the pillars was showing as if it was being colonized by the moss and creepers. To Hikaru, it looked like the building was holding its breath reminding him of its strength and resilience .
I think crossing that torii gate was a big No!!No!!. The world didn't just fade out ; it felt as if I have been sucked into some weird, filmy dream.
Everything to anything —the trees, the stones, the sky just started blurring out together like mixture of paints blending together. I felt weightless, as if I was fell into deep waters without that freezing kind of shock.
"...What?" My own voice kinda sounded weird, like it was coming from someone else. Eww...Just kidding
Then, a blinding white light tinkled as it slowly erased everything from my view. No ground, no direction. I was just drifting in the realm that felt like I was swimming on spiritual pool.
And before I knew it , bammm. A violent tug at my gut, like a hook pulling me through a straw. The light wobbled into a spiral of rays and before I realised , reality just kind of snapped.
I hit the ground hard. "—ugh…" Pain flared through my side as I pushed myself up. My mind went blank for a second .And before I knew it my hand moved on pure instinct, white-knuckling the wooden dummy sword I always keep on me for practice.
Nothing felt weird at first, to be honest .It looked like the woods back home, but the vibe was totally off. The air was actually fresh—earthy and crisp.
Huge trees towered over me, their branches so thick they were literally choking out the sun. This definitely wasn't the shrine. This wasn't home.
I let out a long, pathetic sigh—haaaaiyah, what is this now—and just sat back down in the dirt. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to get my brain to stop spinning, calm down myself and think like a sane person.
"Damn... did reality just slap me with a plot twist?"
A few seconds went by. Then, suddenly that cold rush of adrenaline hit me like a jet. It wasn't like the "I'm scared" kind of and maybe more like "it was the sharp, icy focus, the kind I get at the dojo".
Rustleee... The bushes nearby trembled. I didn't just look at it; I started analyzing. My body dropped into a lower stance before I even realized it—just years of training taking over purely based on instinct.
The whole forest felt like it was holding its breath.Then, a flash of white erupted out of nowhere .Rabbit?? wait, what... hold on, what in the Teriyaki chicken is this thing? Damn..!
The look of this thing was just... wrong. It felt as if nature tried to make a rabbit and failed miserably, Like a " minus F" if nature got judged by Gods .
Its eyes were glowing red, and those teeth? Nope definitely not for eating grass. They were jagged, meat-tearing needles. It lunged—a white blur aimed straight for my throat. It was fast and lethal like every movement was carried out purely on blood lust and animal instinct .
For the first time after many days, I actually smiled."Sorry, ugly. I'm about to humble you, nature's failure." The distance vanished.