Demoted!!!

Day 2 -The Curious Case of the Internet Connectivity Nullification

October 27, 2017.

Once again, I set my alarm clock to 2 o'clock, ignoring it, and woke up at four to wash the dishes. What happens after that? I did some more important things—to me, but not important at all to other people. Life is so strange.

I made some rounds of cycling, as well as playing the piano to sate myself of morning boredom. The results were amazing. It really seems that I cannot forget the frustration that I felt the time I was demoted. Oh my god, here we go again—to once again tell a story so boring, enough to make that readers who will want to read this go crazy and finally stop reading this. Once again, who cares?

By the time I got home, I was so tired that I want to return to bed. HOWEVER (here we go again), I made the resolve not to. I cooked rice—with a little excess water. I cooked fish—the oil was totally splattering all over me. I thought that my condition will be better were I to cook my specialty—fried rice. And so I did. I also cooked a milk-less omelet, and made an omelet-less omelet rice. Such an irony. But that is what happened...so...

As usual, I am not in the mood to go to school—I was exempted from all the exams that we are going to take. That made my load go less. I went to my mother's office to start procrastinating again in Dissension, but then there was one thing amiss. There was no internet connection.

To someone like me exposed to internet nowadays, something like that happening is something abhorrable, or even just irritating. I did not get daunted, though. I thought that it was a good opportunity to finally get things done. I still have not dome the essay that I must do. I also write a novel. A novel that no one knows and no one cares about. It has been a month since I wrote the last chapter, and I am not yet updating it. Good thing that I am not a professional. Because if I were, I would have been fired ages ago. Moreover, I am still lamenting about my recent loss.

Yet once again, I have procrastinated once more. What is wrong with my life? Or maybe, WHAT IS WRING WITH ME? I want to put up an interrobang here, but I can't. I played some games to sate my boredom. I lost the first time. I lost again. I lost once more. Irritating. I hate this. I quit it.

I need to research something. But I cannot. No internet. Such boredom. I then remembered one movie about a guy who was bored. Everyone except him and a delinquent got killed. If you know that movie, then just do not speak about it. It gives a nauseous feeling to myself and I do not want to remember it, even for a bit.

So?

What am I laying around here for? Go to work, myself!

I went out for a bit to breath some fresh air, when my cousin, my annoying cousin, Alex Winston called me. He himself seems also bored.

"Paul!" Alex said.

"Yes, Alex? Are you bored? Why are you calling me?" I replied.

Alex laughed. "Oh no! Haha! Too cold. You are just like Shierra here!"

I paid no heed to his statement and asked once more. "So? What do you really want?"

"I heard something very nice."

"What?"

"You got fired from that, that...umm...legendary organization? It is called...umm...NEAW...oh wait, NWA, right?"

"I will expect that from a genius like you. So?"

"Have some sense of companionship, Paul! I'm here to help you improve your grammar! And also your attitude!"

"I can accept that, but how can you go from Flukaa University to New Generation University? That is on Flukaa, and we are at Philippines! How can you?"

"I see," said Alex. "You have a point. Well then, see you!"

The call ended.

He was bored, wasn't he? Seems like I was a boredom easer for a while. And at a wrong time too. Wait. If he really has plans to go to Philippines...how can he?

I ate lunch. Still no internet.

It seems like I am having a stroke of bad luck in my life. That loss in a quiz bee, that time I got nagged by my editor, no internet, exhaustion, procrastination, and above all, that demotion. Is this just pure coincidence? Is God trying to tell me something? Shall I stop trying to return to NWA? I don't know.

Due to the internet connectivity, I went home earlier than usual—2 PM.

Nothing much happened. I just studied advanced grammar in English, and then I slept. But I became hungry and woke around 4 PM. I once again cooked my specialty, with improvements—an improvised omelette-less omelette rice katsudon. Yes. With pork.

Once more, nothing much happened around that. I still procrastinated. While eating, I watched anime. I watched more until my phone died. I charged it. We ate dinner. There was a blackout. I slept. That's all.

However, this may now seem really annoying now, but my life has been directly affected because of that incident two days ago. From that point on, my bad luck seems to have increased. My awareness of the thing happening around me has dwindled—to the point that I just really now don't care what is happening to me. But they would not like that. To be once more deserving to return to NWA, I must be strong and take up life to its fullest—improving the skills that I have been given. Because what is life if you do not use it to its fullest?

Oh man, the power failure was so annoying. There was no fan, so I employed a mere towel to keep my sweats away of me. I slept peacefully, fantasizing what my novels will be from now on. Should they be as exciting as they were once be? Or be dull like this one.

I decided to lock myself out of Dissension for some time. That may help me focus. After all, I am still an inexperienced soldier, not yet ready to participate in the harsh spoils of combat.

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Afterword!

The second day of my boring, 30-day conquest to finally return to NWA. This story has dulled even more and I am totally aware of that. After all, my life is as dull as this novel.

You might be asking why Alex Winston suddenly showed up in this chapter. To those who seems not to understand this, there are two meanings—one is Alex Winston and Paul Winston are cousins in this story. How about its relevance in real life? You need to read beyond the lines to finally understand.

I'll post up a review done by a certain person here in this afterword.

If you were demoted, and be given a second chance, what will you do? Will you be discouraged? Or do something to seize redemption? To Paul Winston here, he did both.

The story from the start was already dull, boring, uninteresting, and bland, to the point that anyone possible to read it will be bored from the first chapter. The only one I even think that will read this is the author himself.

So, without further ado, this story is not worth your time, it is a waste of both your readership, and the author's talent.

A very bad review, right? Not to mention that the reviewer was the author himself. Such negativity would not help you succeed in life. I wonder what will be going to happen tomorrow.

Mw4L{?