You know how I never get tired of telling people how we first spent lunch time together? Yeah, I’m not telling you about that time because I’m afraid you might punch me in the face for repeating myself over and over again. It was just one of my few right decisions. Talking to you.
I’ll tell you about the time I discovered the beauty of poetry because of you. I remembered bugging you to make me a poem when we were in the Med Auditorium for who knows what. Sorry I lost that piece of paper, but I remember it went something like this…
Strangers staring at the dark blue sky
In the shadows of pit falls
That’s as good as my memory got. And so I found the beauty of poetry, because you were into it and I was so curious why… You taught me not to be afraid of non-conformity. That different is amazing.
I was thinking of sending you a postal mail and I won’t deny the horrible fact that I forgot to write and send one. I’m sorry. No excuses. I was so afraid to admit that I love snail mails because that sounded weird when I was in high school. Good thing you had the same fondness with written letters as I do. More if I may say.
I read books like there was no tomorrow. I was reading books before but you taught me that immersing myself in stories that I never thought possible is one of the greatest power of our imagination. (At this point I’m thinking that I wouldn’t be half the akda that I am today if not for you). And that it is okay to buy books. And read lots of them. My book hoarding sickness was triggered when you told me that “sky is the limit” when you buy books according to your dad. It was all so foreign to me because I never bought books. It was either someone gave it to me or I forgot to return it to the school library (ehem, cyclops short story that I sneaked out of my elementary school library, THIEF!). My parents are not the biggest fan of books and I’m thinking that I would’ve lost my passion for reading if not for you.
I never knew that people watching can be so much fun. And that there are a lot of crazy people out there like me. That no second is boring when you are with friends that can make you cry and (almost) pee your pants at the same time.
Happy birthday to one of my wonderful friends.
I hope you enjoy another year and many more.
May the supreme being bless the world with more people like you. So others can enjoy what I have too.
And if all these fail to make you smile… I suggest this post: