Friednship day

This painting was created in 25th March, 2013, or 2014; not sure, my memory is not that good. Although it was created by fiddling hard color pencils onto a piece of A4 paper, it was then during the midst of summer in the country, and the rising afternoon sun shone its abhorrent polychromes that glazed my unnskinned skin. My sweat accumulated and drenched the very surface of the artwork paper. That was where it got its title as a painting, for a painting is made of wet medium, and sweat is wet.
Anyway, there has been a number of things I want to talk to you about in person, like my experiences of studying in different countries, the food most deicious so far tasted, our future careers, the kind of girl I like, or even the boy I had crush on. I mean I helped a guy kid crush a walnut shell because it was too hard for him to crush with his feeble kid strength in order to eat it.
By the way, we first met in the year 2000, Wednesday 8:12 a.m. of 2 August. Then in secondary school we did most things together, until Jetstar took me away to study elsewhere. In the early days of secondary school I did not make friends. I was such a looser back then, a hypocrite, and an arrogant piece of sod, an architect building antisocial walls, yet a genius in class, undeniably. You were part of the dingalings back then, which smart-ass like me did not give a shirt about. Or at least that was how the definition of being "smart" interpreted there in my old past cerebellum. But then, nothwithstanding my attitude of bull feces, there was a guy, unfortunately (not a girl), who opened up to me. 

Due to that opened gap he gave me, through time spent together, I then realised "Hey, being all-round serious is not fun at all. Sometimes, nonsenses are just needed in life to balance the force... which controls us human beings." This thought left me with the ability to say things that stinks more than a cow shit and there was all my weird skills came about, nonsenses, in summary. The more astounding thing is that that guy never failed to appreciate and accept those weird things I came up with, with abundance of smiles and laughters. Since that day, we were fighting school together as seatmates.

Soon turned into what humans called "best friends". I deeply appreciate the fact that I have ever experienced this very dear thing at least once in my life, having a friend I would care a lot of, as much as Ateng fried rice which I love. The guy I am talking about, is you of course.
Anyway, this post is not a birthday present. It is neither a friendship gift, nor a photo of the gift I gave you 2-3 years ago. This is a certificate, by me, to commemorate your achievement of being single for 20 years (counting the days you had to wiggle inside ur momma's womb). Not only the fact that you're single, but the fact that you're going to be an architect like me when you grow older. How do I know all these facts? It is because you are my best friend. I know any updates of you anytime anywhere........... except that.......it is not true.
We did celebrate new year's eve together..... as the last day before not seeing each other for another sixty nine-day that is still counting as we take our different paths, knowing that we literally lives in different parts of a continent, which sounds scary in addition to what grow-up stuffs can widely widen our similar perceptions in life, further furthering our distance as friends. 

To tell you the truth, I was agitated with life, or at least the social life of humans who take friendship for granted. You are one of the few I can consider a "friend", because I cherish the friendship we had from the deepest part of the bottom of my liver (heart in Indonesian). In most cases in different places or countries I lived in, people do make "friends", by kissing normal citizens up into their social circles, making friends something worth mere the title or "family" the meaning of merely "living in a same community". The lion city was what highlighted this perception I was fearful to accept. That country calling itself a lion city disgusts me. Why? Can you ever imagine the deceit that country has showned me? Mathematically speaking the population of humans in Singapore is around 215,000 times the population of lions, so why is it called a 'Lion City'?! It is evidently a human city for god's sake! If only god goes to Okinawa to have a cup of sake.

T. Amigo
I really cannot stop ourselves drifting apart and our friendship growing gaps sooner or later. However, I do not wish that we stop drifting apart so that we will achieve our individual dreams of becoming an architect, and my dream of starting a cafe or starting an architecture company with you, though my backup plan in case I end up being a becak driver is to ask for employment in your company instead, be it a janitor, all fine with me. Then we will drift to a point where we will meet again, even closer as buddies.
Wish you all the best. Hope you had a blast with your friends in Bandung. Not the blast like riding jet fighters and bombing buildings. Having a blast meaning going to church and be baptised, like the saying "God blast you.".
Finally, I hope our friendship will never end. In case you ever find yourself troubled in life, just remember I will never once forget you as the friend I love the 7th most (six others remain a secret). You are important to me and I want to keep it that way. My teacher in a neighbouring country named Chen Riren or something like that, once said that out there life can be cruel. I cannot deny the fact that it is true. Your dearest friends, your family, your dog (if you have any) are what matter largely and are your most potential priceless human experiment subjects, I mean... closest people, so cherish them as much as much as you can, because if someday one of them become famous, you may too, become famous.
This is not a farewell, but this is a blog entry. Take care of yourself, ok. I will now end this with a peribahasa, after that a proverb.

  

"Melvin malang Melvin sayang

baik pula bersih daripada kontor Makin cerdas makin lentol sukses hidup asal ada kon.......Ci" 

Farewell, Melvin Taslim
Best Fried,
Steven

25 March 2016

with garlic and turmeric