A while ago, I posted something. It is actually a present from a friend from high school that he had promised five years ago. If you notice the picture of daffodil that 'represents' my 'face' here is also a gift from him. It's because he knew that I haven't seen the flower myself and he did. It's an unusual relationship for me, I must say. I don't know much about what he's doing now or whether he's had a family of his own or not.
When we were in high school, we went to the same program. I was still a tomboy when I was in high school and at that time, was more than willing to try anything, including mountain climbing. I couldn't go because my Dad told me not to but I provided the logistics for the team in exchange of large bunches of fresh edelweiss. By then, the flowers were plenty and it was okay to take as much as one can. That's how I first knew him.
We would sit on the bench and he and I spent much time to talk about life. He had this crush on someone and we talked about it. Me? I was a good listener to him, a sister he doesn't have. I remember he sometimes put on a girl's band on his head. I bet many of friends thought that I liked to hang out with a freak. He was so 'interesting' that I didn't care much about what others had said.
In the art department, he has written so many poems. Beautiful ones. Too bad I can't show them here. At first, I found his way of writing so bizarre. I couldn't find the correlation between the words he uses, especially when he uses names of places. I sometimes think he's a show-off, trying to tell people that he's different from us just because he lives in Canada. As time went by, I learned to understand his style. And then, I could enjoy his work.
He takes great pictures and he doesn't mind going to places he is not familiar with and lives in the native's houses. From the photos he put on his site, he could look so skinny with long beard and sideburns on the face as if he hadn't been touched by water or razor for a long time. At other times, he could look so attractive, showing his North-Sumatran bone structure and fair skin. About his journeys, he told me that visitations such as those can make him feel even more grateful for what he has had. Deep down, how I sometimes wish I were a boy and could do those things, too.
Anyway, a few days ago I tried to open his multiply account to send mariskova's regards to him and how much she likes his poem. His account doesn't exist anymore. I know I couldn't do that in FB because apparently, after he sent me the poem, he deactivated the account. He told me that sitting in front of the computer is not going to do him any good. It could make him lost touch with the world. I haven't seen him in our high school mailing list, either. Perhaps, he's on a new adventure savanna somewhere where no modern means of communication is around. I could only pray that he's healthy and well.
He's sure one hell of interesting people I've met in my life. I hope one day you could meet him, DM.
When we were in high school, we went to the same program. I was still a tomboy when I was in high school and at that time, was more than willing to try anything, including mountain climbing. I couldn't go because my Dad told me not to but I provided the logistics for the team in exchange of large bunches of fresh edelweiss. By then, the flowers were plenty and it was okay to take as much as one can. That's how I first knew him.
We would sit on the bench and he and I spent much time to talk about life. He had this crush on someone and we talked about it. Me? I was a good listener to him, a sister he doesn't have. I remember he sometimes put on a girl's band on his head. I bet many of friends thought that I liked to hang out with a freak. He was so 'interesting' that I didn't care much about what others had said.
In the art department, he has written so many poems. Beautiful ones. Too bad I can't show them here. At first, I found his way of writing so bizarre. I couldn't find the correlation between the words he uses, especially when he uses names of places. I sometimes think he's a show-off, trying to tell people that he's different from us just because he lives in Canada. As time went by, I learned to understand his style. And then, I could enjoy his work.
He takes great pictures and he doesn't mind going to places he is not familiar with and lives in the native's houses. From the photos he put on his site, he could look so skinny with long beard and sideburns on the face as if he hadn't been touched by water or razor for a long time. At other times, he could look so attractive, showing his North-Sumatran bone structure and fair skin. About his journeys, he told me that visitations such as those can make him feel even more grateful for what he has had. Deep down, how I sometimes wish I were a boy and could do those things, too.
Anyway, a few days ago I tried to open his multiply account to send mariskova's regards to him and how much she likes his poem. His account doesn't exist anymore. I know I couldn't do that in FB because apparently, after he sent me the poem, he deactivated the account. He told me that sitting in front of the computer is not going to do him any good. It could make him lost touch with the world. I haven't seen him in our high school mailing list, either. Perhaps, he's on a new adventure savanna somewhere where no modern means of communication is around. I could only pray that he's healthy and well.
He's sure one hell of interesting people I've met in my life. I hope one day you could meet him, DM.
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