I met him few years ago, when i was stil living in Melbourne. At that time, I was a nerd (until now, and proud of it) who spent most of my sparetime reading books in the library or browsing for cool cds at some underground music stores, and he was a skinhead. We got introduced by my mum's friend, whose nephew came to visit her, thus he introduced me to him. He and his friends would then picked me up and took me to the suburb he lived in just to show me that houses in his neighbourhood look different from ones in mine. One thing that I cant forget about him, and his friends, was the language they're speaking to each other, a.k.a bahasa sunda, which I don't understand a tad bit of. So there was I, sitting among them, feeling like an idiot for not being able to digest things they're saying, but trying so hard to look interested. I guess I was too shy to ask them to translate it for me. However, the only time we did speak in the same language (that we both understood) was when it came to our fave music.
Fast forward 10 years, suddenly this long lost friend sent me a message through myspace, and I was surprised to find that he still remembers me and how he still looks the same. He works in Jakarta now, not too far away from my office, already had a family with one cute baby boy. I hope we could meet soon and reminisce the old time, because he kept saying, "Oh Gawd, you're so naive back then..don't you miss the old times?". Yes I do miss it, very much indeed.
***This time, I would smack his head if he tried to 'alienate' me by talking in bahasa sunda again.
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