boneforable (part 2)

Continued from last boneforable post.

And my journey continued...

Before we left the bunker, of course we took another commemorative pictures.

I think they were parodying something.... And duh, they were perfect at photobombing. Try to click the photo one by one (for bigger resolution)--especially the 2nd photo. They are just too hilarious....

There was also this big, vast field. It was so cool. The photo I have does it no justice. In reality, the field was much more spacious than what it looks like in the photo.

Anyway, we went back to the resting point where the rest of the group waited. But when we arrived, we found that half of them had gone to the mansion. Well....

The survivors(?) [+photographer aka me]

After more pictures, we walked home.

...Now that I think about it, it's not supposed to be 'walked home', but but 'walked mansion', isn't it? Well that is not important.

On our way villa home, there was an ice cream struck. Strangely out of place, but the truck had the best timing- I was quite thirsty. And with little money I had at that time, I bought a cup of ice cream. It was delicious! Either I'm biased because I was so tired after walking so much, or the ice cream is that good. Probably the latter, or both, since the seller told me that the ice cream was made with fresh, pure milk.

When we finally arrived at the villa, I went to my room right away and took a bath because really, why would you think I would not be sweaty after such a long walk? (Wow that was in one sentence.) After that I found that the others were having fun at the pool. But I had already took a bath- too bad. Then I had lunch, and somehow fell asleep... in my friend's room....

When I woke up, I walked to the balcony to check what's going on downstairs- especially the front yard since they sounded so noisy.

The boys were at it again.

Since it seemed so fun, I went downstairs- of course, with my camera.

But they had changed their interest to another game, it seemed.

Yeah, at first, I had no idea what they're doing either.

They were, in fact, doing hopimpa (something like a paper, rock, scissor) in slightly different way... they were dancing. I recorded them doing that, but I won't bother uploading them. めんどくさい（笑）

They were going to play boy-boyan.

And so, the first round start.

Awkward pose.

Ball-headed classmate!! （笑）

 Boy-boyan is a traditional game in Indonesia. The game is played by two teams. To play it, you first have to arrange pieces of roof tiles (like in the picture).  And then, each player from the teams will try to knock the tiles down with the ball. When a player managed to do that, his/her team will be a "knocker" team (let's just call it that okay, it doesn't have official name, I think). The other team will be a "arranger" team. The arranger team has to arrange the tiles like before, while the knocker team hits the arranger team's member with the ball. If a player got hit, then the player is unable to arrange the tiles. You can say, it's something like a paralysis without cure?

The arranger team almost win, but then a desperate member of the knocker team kicked the tiles down.

^^^This guy here （笑）

 So of course, we start another round.

One of the arranger team member mistaken that he's in knocker team and knocked arranger team's member instead. （＊≧▽≦）ﾉｼ））

IT was hilarious （笑）

Everyone was laughing as well.

^^^ The guy who mistaken himself as a member of the knocker team.

Another round start. Enjoy the photos. （ ～￣ω￣）～

Another awkward pose.

After 3 rounds (though 2 rounds can be considered as a failure lol), it was too dark to play another round. So we went in to the villa. Some of us cooked, while the other played cards and stuff.

I forgot to tell you but at the 2nd day of the trip, there was a teacher to supervise us. You know... something like a chaperone. We talked about our future (kinda) and had dinner.

After dinner, our teacher went home.

Around 9pm, we had barbeque. Yes, apparently, we were still hungry even after dinner.

It's nothing fancy, though....

Can you still call it a barbeque even though all we had were sausages and corns?

Everyone is enjoying themselves...

...especially him. Muehehhehehehe

You know, that shot is my favorite. To think that a camera with right timing could take something like this.... Tehehehe❤

Anyway, I'm so in love with that rilakkuma hat.... I think everyone does too.

Oh-so-candid.

So I don't think everyone is so camera-conscious, yes?

After that, we play... truth or truth. Because everyone is just too tired to do any dare. The rule are everyone gets their own turn to be asked and the answers are supposed to be confidential. So I'm not going to say anything about the game, except... my turn. I don't know whether it's okay or not, since it's supposed to be a secret, but it's my turn we're talking about here. So I guess it's okay? Hmm.

The first question was the typical who-is-your-crush question. I've expected that someone will ask this question eventually, so I'm not surprised. Not that interesting, but long story short:

(clickie)

Yes, I'm THAT dense and oblivious. Not sorry.

The second question (and also the last question) is...

"Do you feel alienated by the class?"

Surprises, someone actually cares about how I feel! [Everyone who has social-anxiety can feel me I know it.]

I'm going to rephrase my answer here (probably more poetic and more sugar-coated because tehe★). If my classmates ever read this... I want to say I'm sorry that I couldn't answer the question well at that time.... Pretty much because I was too shocked or because I'm just that awkward....

There are times when I feel alienated by the class, yes, there are a lot of times when I feel like that. But that's simply because I don't think the way you guys do, nor you guys think the way I do. Since being tolerant is rather troublesome, I'll just seclude myself. I could have tried to blend in, but that's a pain so I didn't do that. Or maybe, sometimes I just want to be a lone wolf just because. So... yes, I do feel alienated by the class.

But you see, that doesn't mean that I don't like you guys. I really, really fond of the class, you see. The atmosphere, though sometimes it can be too noisy. The togetherness, though sometimes we clashed here and there. The inside jokes, though sometimes the repeated ones are annoying. Unconsciously, I've become quite attached to the class, and doesn't really want to let go.... I'm sure I'm going to miss the class.

And that was cheesy enough for me to the point I want to erase everything but

Ahem. Let's move on.

After the truth or truth game, everyone is too tired. Most of us (especially the girls eeep the girls' rooms are upstairs and it was beyond creepy to go upstairs it was so dark and eerie gosh) ended up sleeping in the living room (laughs).

Not me though. Well, what's more fun than telling ghost stories with friends? Me with 8 other (I think?) stayed up all night. Though in the end we didn't tell ghost stories, but scary-enough stories.... Such as how Cinderella's sister cut her fingers off to fit Cinderella's shoes, or how Mario is actually a psycho, etc etc. There were also riddles.

Around 3am, I fell asleep.

In the morning, when we had breakfast, everyone looked so tired... and sleepy.

Everyone's face is telling me "I still want to sleep...."

Well, I wanted to sleep too. But my sis already picked me up so I guess I have to sleep in the car instead....

Bye-bye!

See you later!（✿ ･∀･）ﾉ゛

7 days interval is quick okay i tried to write this as fast as i can!! at least i finished