remo

Kemarin ketemu Remo. My new friend. Had my first taste of Belgian Chocolate. Remo said it tastes better than Switzerland Chocolate. Ini mungkin cerita yang sudah sering dialami orang lain di dunia yang makin mengglobal. I came to be acquainted with him for he sent me a message on my friendster with a question about "I like snow, useless but beautiful" statement under my self-portrait. It was back on March 30. He was concern for my profile was (maybe for him) a little bit depressing. The word "useless" and my favourite book "Le Petit Prince" were two things that gave him the reason to send me a message. As a reply, I said that I was ok, that nothing was wrong and I know that we all here for a reason. The book was my favourite since high school and the word "useless" was there for it reminds me of Mike Robbins a class-mate when I was in UEA. At that time we were waiting for the class to start and the snow started to fall and through the campus wide windows I could see how beautiful it was. For I was (and still) a person who thinks out loud (I try to control that, but very slow in progress) I muttered, "It’s so beautiful!" But Mike, who happened to be standing next to me, overheard that and said "But it useless!" And in my reply I said (this time quietly in my head) that "I still like you, snow. Even when Mike said you are useless!"
Anyway, enough about the useless and the book things. Remo was then replying my reply with a relieve and a little bit explanation about why he was so concern. There was a story. Interesting (maybe Remo won’t like my choice of word about his explanation) story yet so tragic. I won’t tell the world about that (it’s only between me and Remo) but from that instant, we became virtual friend. Remo sent me great pictures of his world with Ivo on it. I can see Tante Lusi on his friendster pictures. All his pictures were the source of joy when I was in my lowest point in life. Finally, over e-mail I told him about my problem, the reason I feel that I was at the lowest, and he came up with an excellent suggestion, but it was all tooooooo late. At the final end, I was and still the one who cry. I’m not an open person, therefore it felt nice to finally have someone to tell my secret (or my deepest secret if I may say). Maybe that is why I couldn’t help my self from being so emotional in front of him yesterday. Several times I had tears in my eyes and tried so hard not to make it worst. It was an 8 hours transit in Jakarta for Remo has to leave for Denpasar. There were so many things I wanted to say, but so little time, and I just wanted to be positively and decidedly sure when I said that I’m going to be just fine. On my way back home, I realised that the idea of finally have a chance of meeting someone to whom I share my secret with is overwhelming. Especially when that someone is Zen Master (grin!). Maybe that was why I didn’t have any second thought about wanting to see Remo, and it was the most wonderful 8 hours I ever had with someone that I could call friend. Thank you dear friend. Big hug! (It is an ok in Jakarta!)