a perspective - I

once upon a time when i was young, i love my solitude in life. i love when i sit alone in the dark room, while other kids wouldn't dare. realize that i have my own world and my own time makes me could stay for hours in that room. i think it was a brave thing to do, i don't afraid of darkness and ghosts. all i wish to found is a light; i wish i found it in the dark. where as we know, light would be radiance in dark even it was a small light such as candle light. i can't tell even now, what kind of 'light' that i wish to found. it might be just as a game that i had played once, a game of 'i wish it come true'.

i turn into a boy, whom learns about -a hard life- in school time. i might have an ugly look and a poor brain, so nothing but trouble do i get. in class, i'm almost the only one whom had a bad scoring all semester. from months to year, years to age. i guess i'm quite lucky to pass to upper grade with this condition. but i had a friend to accompany me in punishment, by standing in front of the class standing one leg up and one hand reaching the opposite ear thru head. well i guess it wouldn't hard to go on. but in free -break time- between
classes, i'm still a loser. getting used to be a playable toy to others big-mouth rich-kids act as boxers.

i'm just a loser for anyone, almost. but a friend that (almost) always accompany me during punishment that i've mentioned before, he the one whom willing to fight for me if other kids tease or making fun of me. even in front of headmaster, he was willing to testimony against other rich powerful kids just to defend me. well, he's my friend alright, one of the kind.
i can't say much but my regards and salute for you (Rusli)!
i do hope that i can meet you in future, in good health of course.