1676 Kalakaua Ave, Honolulu, HI. Phone: 9494063.

1986-1989

The pink apartment we used to live in. The business building near the parking space kept changing tenants. The best time was when they opened an arcade there. When we had leftover bus fares, we’d play a game or two or just loiter around watching other kids play. Oh, and checking vending machines for leftover change. Hahaha. Call it kere. I call it ‘resourceful’.

The building in front was a condominium. I got to learn how to ride Michelle’s bike in that parking lot. I was also able to jump over the fence like a pro.

There used to be a big tree at the corner of the parking space (bottom left) Very shady with a huge trunk. It was nice to wait for the bus under or to wait for the light to change. I used to search for gecko eggs in the branch barks, while waiting. Cute, round, white, little eggs.

The apartment was a 15 minute walk from a Japanese School. The Japanese School’s pool was open for public on Summer vacation. Because most schools are closed during summer (3 months vacation FTW!) So we often played there if Mom was too busy to take us to the beach.

A 15 minute walk from a public library also, where Dad used to send us when he needed some quiet to do his research. The cool and brightly lit library with a huge collection of children’s books was a safe haven for me. There were book reading sessions by the cute librarians and magazine corners as well as audio visual corners.

A 5 minute walk from the Boys and Girls Club, located near our brother’s Jr. High School. They had fuss ball games, arcades (we could play bubble bobble for free! The Mas-Mas will have this key and he’d turn it when we got permission or a coupon for doing other activities, I forgot). There was a basketball court, where my 2nd brother, Yogas, and his team would practice and compete. There was a workshop, where you could learn about carpentry, crafts. Also a library and movie room. – with Nahdia

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Reading 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami

I confess! I cheated!

When I read the part about Tengo’s childhood, I could swear I’ve read about it somewhere before. About the father who didn’t look like him. About the NHK subscription fee rounds every Sunday. About his math abilities. About being afraid of being seen by his classmates on Sundays. Even the part where Tengo thought his father envied him.

All of these details were in a folder in a drawer in my head somewhere I couldn’t retrieve because, my head, as most of you already know, is somewhat a mess.

I was guessing it has been written in one of Murakami Sensei’s vast collection of works. After all, writers do like testing their characters in short pieces, giving them a taste of life, letting them live their fates bit by bit.

I was tempted to google it, perhaps somebody felt the same peculiarity as me. I denied the urge. But couldn’t for long. As the details kept adding up to contents of that damned misplaced folder in my cluttered memory.

So I asked Uncle Google, “Why am I familiar with Tengo’s story?”

And his answer was, “Of course you’re familiar with him, Silly. You’ve read about his adventure in ‘The Town of Cats’.

*mati suri*

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2011/09/05/town-of-cats

Reading 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami

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Rumah Tusuk Sate

Seorang pemuda yang baru kehilangan segalanya. Teman, pekerjaan, tunangan dan nama baik.

Seorang kakek yang telah lama hidup dengan kesendirian.

Seorang perempuan yang hidup seolah memiliki segalanya.

Sebuah toko buku antik dan sebuah toko roti modern.

Di sudut sebuah kota tak bernama negeri antah berantah.

 

Waktu SMA kelas 3

Geng Oranye. Mepet tembok sisi dalam. Sering ngisengin temen, males bikin tugas, ngerusuhin guru yang pilih kasih. Sekretaris kelas yang sering kena selepet bokongnya pas lagi nyatet di papan tulis. Yang malsuin surat ijin temen tukang bolos (tetangga sebelah rumah bernama Rico) pake tulisan sambung jadul.

Tapi NEM paling tinggi di kelas (SMA alay sarang narkoba sih).
Ebtanas Bahasa Inggris nyebarin kepekan pake post it buat temen sekelas. Sampe bikin 4 post it. MWAHAHAHAHA.

*dadah-dadah ke Mamah yang dipanggil ke sekolah dua kali gara-gara kelakuan anak wedhok satu-satunya inih* – with Nahdia and Ranum

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