Summer Vacation Playlist

With Ramadhan so close to the regular between-semester vacation, plus that my college releases its students earlier than any other school in the country, this year’s “summer” vacation is pretty wildly extended for me. Some of my friends stick around school for some organizational works, but I honestly don’t want to have anything to do with college for the time being. I’d rather be at home spending time with my family. Sometimes I feel like I’m just leeching off them, considering that I don’t have a steady job or even any idea for a steady job… But I’m digressing.

Point is that I have so many time on my hand and I’m trying to figure out how to spend it wisely, without guilt-tripping myself over and over again. So here’s a couple of games and books that I’ve been enjoying, in no particular order. I might, should, write a review for them eventually.


Persona 4 by Atlus
The classic JRPG, on the now-ancient PlayStation 2. This game is pretty much my childhood (preeteenagehood?) game, and I have so many fond memories associated with it. I didn’t actually play it back then; only when I was at a friend’s place. But we talked about it a heck lot, and I ended up getting really into the Megami Tensei series since then. I still remember most of the story, but man, playing through it myself now is still awesome. Probably the only game in literal years that I can comfortably play for hours on end.

Read Only Memories by Studio MidBoss
A lovely little adventure game and pixel art heaven. Contrary to its promotional material, definitely not something that I’d call cyberpunk. Too happy and casual to be one, but that might just be because I was fresh out of the gritty grounds of Shadowrun. I find the, ah, bravery of the game rather discomforting, but I think it’s a good thing that I’m dealing with it. Lovely game. Might have to make a full write-up about it. Continue reading “Summer Vacation Playlist”



An amateur translation for a story originally in Indonesian. Yeah, I usually translate things from English to Indonesian, not the other way around. I guess it’s time for something different.

This is a chapter from the novel Ayah (en: Father) by Andrea Hirata. The chapter itself, titled simply¬†Radio, is short and only has subtle connections to the preceding chapters. (So subtle in fact that I’m not even sure when this part takes place). It’s entertaining, at least, and I hope I do it justice in English.


by Andrea Hirata

As far as Amiru knew, his father, Amirza, had never followed the public tendency of men in the village to hang out in the coffee shack. He can say this with confidence, even though you might not consider him knowledgeable. He’s just a boy, ten years old, fifth grade.

During the day, Amirza was a labourer in a factory for Quality Slippers, while the nights he spent weaving fishnets under the dim light of an oil lantern, listening to the radio. He had a wife, three kids, a radio, and to keep them afloat he worked in a slipper factory by day and made fishnets by night. So his life revolved, day after day, year after year.

Foreign words and strange melodies from faraway lands ebbed and flowed from his ancient radio. Its casing was long gone. Its strings of cables were strewn around the dusty pipes as if they had a mind of their own, but, magically, it could still make a sound, sometimes even music, sometimes even the words of people talking. Continue reading “Radio”

Kisah November

Ketemu ini di folder tulisanku. Ini terjemahan untuk cerita karya Neil Gaiman, November Tale, bagian dari koleksi A Calendar of Tales yang kudapat dari kumpulan cerpen Trigger Warning. Gak inget kapan mulai diterjemahinnya, tapi kemungkinan aku gak nganggep ini cukup bagus buat ditampilin. Aku baca lagi sekarang kok lumayan. Bodo amat anggepanku dulu, nih hasil terjemahannya.

Kisah November

Karya Neil Gaiman

Tungku itu kecil dan berbentuk persegi dan terbuat dari logam yang mungkin tembaga atau kuningan yang sudah tua dan hitam oleh api. Benda itu menarik mata Eloise di pasar loak karena di sisinya ada pahatan yang terlihat seperti naga atau mungkin juga ular laut. Satu kepalanya hilang.

Harganya hanya satu dollar, dan Eloise membelinya bersamaan dengan sebuah topi merah berjambul. Ia mulai menyesal telah membeli topi itu bahkan sebelum sampai di rumah, dan ia berencana mungkin akan memberikannya sebagai hadiah ke orang lain. Tetapi sepucuk surat dari rumah sakit telah menunggunya ketika ia sampai. Ia menyimpan tungku itu di halaman belakang dan topinya di lemari ketika kau masuk ke dalam rumah, dan tidak pernah memikirkannya lagi. Continue reading “Kisah November”

future generations will live surrounded by machines

I’ve been playing games since I was a wee kid, way back when we’re using Windows 98. That might not seem like not too long ago, but I’m still young and mind, here in Indonesia, digital penetration takes its time. By the time we’re using the ol’ 98, the rest of the world might already have jumped to XP.

I can’t remember what year it was when I started spending my time in front of the computer, only that it was a ’98, on a Pentium something computer. I remember having to check the system requirement of every game I’m going to get. Anything with a Pentium III or IV were off-limits.

I played games, mostly, of course. I was a kid. Sometimes I clicked on random things on the screen and try to figure them out, but that wasn’t very often. Most of everything was handled by my Dad, who I regarded as some sort of computer genius. In a way, I guess that’s not too far off. Computers were rare, and Dad must be one of the few who could handle it with ease.

I grow more comfortable with computers over time. Of course. I’ve never stopped using it. I didn’t get my own personal computer until¬† I was 11, but I must have accumulated the most amount of time in front of that family computer way back, at a time when most of the people my age were doing who knows what. Watching TV? Playing outside? What is life like before?

(Not to say I didn’t have my fair share of playing outside. I had plenty.)

Sometimes it surprises me, nowadays, that there are people who can’t figure out how to work their computer, how to manage it, how to not stuff it with spam and malware. All you need to do is just to click random buttons and figure out what they do, I said, and know some basic English. But I guess that’s not fair at all. I’ve been handling these machines since I was a kid. I’ve got an intuitive sense that’s been unconsciously trained for years. Most people my age here don’t see a personal computer until they’re ten years old.

So. So that rant is veering far off course. That’s fine. You just gotta be patient.