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Bye bye, Mr.Penguin!

When I first met him, we were competing in a Math competition back in 2001. I didn’t know his full name that time, but I couldn’t forget how did he look like: One expressionless kid, with fully-buttoned shirt and business-man bag. By the end of the day, I had strange feeling that perhaps I would meet him again in the future.

Of course I didn’t win that competition, by the way.

A year later, I met him again. Still the same kid with the same style. He’s still expressionless, and I knew that we wouldn’t get along well if we were classmates. Well, looks like the fact said otherwise cause we ended up being classmates for our whole life in high school.

I wasn’t wrong when I thought I can’t get along well with him. He’s one of the hardest person to understand that I’ve ever met. And it’s not like he cares with others think about him either, which sometimes frustrated me to no end, being a drama queen that I was.

But of course, as time passed, the situation changed.

The nine of us were stuck in the same class for two years, and as time passed, we grew closer. We relied on each other, and although some people say it less than others, I know that deep in their hearts, we’re best friends for life.

Mr. Penguin,

I wish you the best in everything. Your path will be bright wherever you go, cause you’re awesome (I can almost hear you saying, “Of course I am”) and all that.

By the way, just to let you know, give us a nudge when you’re coming to Singapore or home, yea? We will definitely need to catch up. And don’t forget to email us too. One or two every few months will be enough, just to let us know that you’re doing well over there.

Take care, Mr. Penguin. May the force of spoon be with you!

PS. We love you, but I guess you know that already 😉

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Elderly first

This is just a normal incident that I encountered today.

I just got back to Japan and I already have some things to do, like getting hanko (stamp) from my Professor on my return form and give that form back to administration office. Well, seems like simple things yes?

NOT.

Well, it’s exaggerating to write it with all capitals, haha. But concerning the fact that my lab is at Komaba, and the administration office is at Hongo, I kinda have to divide my time to do those two crucial things.

So, yesterday I went to Komaba and got my Professor’s stamp. Too bad I didn’t meet him cause he’s away from lab yesterday. And today I went to Hongo to submit the form and sign my December scholarship.

On my way back, I was rushing for Ashar time. Maghrib time is so fast these days that I might miss Ashar time if I didn’t go back to my dorm fast.

So I took the bus. The expensive bus that costs me 210 yen for one trip only. *shakes fist*

The bus was kinda empty when I boarded it. Never mind, I knew it’s going to be full once it reached the 2nd bus stop outside the train station.

My guess was correct. But the thing is, most of the passengers that boarded the bus at 2nd bus stop were elders. “This is kinda weird,” that’s what I thought.

The bus was already half full when those elders were on the bus. And as expected, most of other passengers stood up, and gave their seats to those elders who hadn’t sat yet.

I gave my seat too by the way. I still know the manner of Japan :p

What amused me is.. I am still amazed of how different it is compared to my country. People in my country won’t give their seats that easily to elders, especially when they’re already tired and cranky. They would pretend to fall asleep hence they won’t need to give their seats to those who need it more than them.

Well, there’s also another factor called the comfort of travelling. Public transport in Japan is really comfortable that people actually don’t mind to stand up for the whole trip. While back at home, if you stand up for the whole trip, you’d get foot cramp by the end of the day. Not to mention the traffic jam that might sometimes make you want to kill someone.

It’s a pity actually. Indonesia is stamped as one of the most hospitable nations, but towards our own people, we are apparently not that kind. But we can’t blame it on them fully. It’s like a vicious circle.

Anyway, autumn is ending.. I kinda sad that it means winter is going to come soon.

Prologue

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No, it’s not the programming language xD.

I am no great writer, but I love writing. And it’s such a waste (for me, anyway) if I didn’t try to record what have happened with my life. I might want to recall the memories when I am already old later 🙂

Hence, this little journal will be my little memory box 🙂