Sunday, April 02, 2006 | Missing puen

you love laughing and liverpool. we both believed that cecilia was a racist and skipped all her classes, just to wander around the walled city in suffocating heat. for many afternoons, we've lied side by side on il piazzo del campo, doing nothing. coz we really had nothing else to do. we went to see the crazy palio. we waited and waited. after a whole day somebody shouted "il palio, finito!" i thought it's true. can you believe it? all the fuss for only 90 seconds of thrill. but yes. that's for real. and we even screamed and yelled along like real italiani. you're such a clown, but you're the only one beside me when they all laughed at me or thought i was nuts. the letter you wrote me was sweeter than your favorite choco cookies. though your english really sucked, i must say. i thought you're an avid buddhist. every time you looked at the picture of the laughing buddha you kept deep in your wallet you held it in the wai position. i still haven't met another one like you, holding an ordinary picture in such awe. like it's sacred. but later, when we went to the dark little chiesa behind our university, you prayed in front of the statue of madonna, which i took as just another picture perfect object. and you asked me to send that picture to you, remember ? i've sent it. long ago. just don't know whether you've got it or not. Juthamas Panitrangsri. you're still alive, aren't you? khun mee kwarm suk tuk tuk wan? chan kit tun khun mak mak. mak mak kha.

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