I went to the dentist at my former university’s medical centre. I was told to eat particular foods and then come back after a few weeks to be x-rayed. I cycled home and decided to take the routes I used to take when I was still a student there. I cruised into and out of a neighborhood – the houses were small, one-storied, painted cream and looked very similar to each other. The roads were wide and quiet.
And I arrived at the business strip, which looked like little Hongkong. My dream self thought to herself that the place had changed so much since the last time she was there. In fact, it looked totally different.
I stepped into a toko kelontong that mostly sold storage boxes and containers. I just browsed lightly and went out. Outside, I saw a textile shop closing.
I rode my bike and went to a different spot of the strip. It was getting dark and the lights and billboard were lighting up. The colours and ambience seemed like something from Miyazaki’s “From Up on Poppy Hill”.
mbak ala, flea & anthony kiedis, my brother & brother-in-law, my ex, some of my old friends came to visit our house.
the lamps were dimming so i instructed someone to get new ones.
when anthony & flea were leaving, we had photo ops at the terrace.
i was about to eat when i knocked a bowl of soup and the soup dripped from the edge of the table, wetting my clothes. i had to go upstairs, took a quick shower and changed. i have always hated interruptions. why can’t things just go the way they should?
and i began to think about everything that’s wrong with this house. in this house. it’s like the movie we watched last night. sometimes people simply can’t afford happiness.
and now i’m listening to my daughter crying upstairs.
we – M, D and i – were reading poems to each other. each sounded like a masterpiece. and we were ecstatic.
i was having dinner with a few friends who didn’t exist in real life in a ground floor flat with a wide window looking to the garden. two of them were couples. the bell rang and the girl went to the door. the boy was suspicious. i now can’t remember whether the guest was male or female but it was somebody whom the boy felt jealous of.
i and another set of friends went to the graves of two deceased friends. but they were no gravesite. they were buried in a corner in an empty dilapidated house. we drew two rectangles with a colored chalk – one is taller than the other – and damaged the floor within. we did a short chant and a friend of mine even walked on what’s supposed to be the heads. in just a short while, we saw movements from below the earth. the dead woke up like they had only been sleeping. everyone let out a satisfied cheer.
i needed to do the groceries and wanted to take the car although i couldn’t drive.
my nephew kept bugging me.
i found the body of my dead grandma in the living room of the house across the street.