how i met X :part 2

                she wore a dark coloured vest over a bright shirt, with hair not longer than her shoulder, tied neatly with a hairstick on her back. her fair complexion was made perfect by a distinct design of her half-framed glasses, it was with the pattern of a tiger’s stripe. this is it. this is it. i will talk to her. i walked over to the spot where she settled down, beside her bags and her foldable bike. i can still remember vividly, our first conversation after i walked over to her side.

“miss”, i called out, ignored.

“miss”, i called out, again, ignored.

“MISS”, i called out, then, noticed.

she turned to me, politely returned my smile that i had on my face.

“hello, where are you from?”

“hi, i am from taiwan.”

“ooh, i see...what is your name?”

“my name is X.“

“aah...my name is faiz.”

and that is how i met X. some moments later, she asked me, is ‘faiz’, an islamic name?, to which i answered yes. it is obvious to me that i am the first ‘faiz’ she ever met. this is followed by her comment, that i took it as a compliment, that i look a bit chinese, to this i only replied that i might have chinese blood running in my veins. we talked about a lot of things, what she do, where she’s from where she’s going, and all. i also told her about a lot of stuff, what i am studying in school, what i was doing in penang.

she told me that she’s a teacher, teaching about theology, or is it christian theology, in a seminary. she’s on her way to a forum about theology in hong kong. i am amazed, honestly, i always have my utmost respect for people who always go for knowledge. there’s this one point, she asked me about muslim mosque’s architecture, the circular dome that makes the major part of a roof of a mosque. i told her that a dome is not an obligatory to a mosque, there are mosque that doesn’t even have a dome on top, but a muslim mosque nonetheless.

realising that out topic of discussion was a bit heavy for a newly made friend i tried to talk about other things. i noticed that she has this hairstick on her that i dont think i ever saw any malaysian woman wear. “i love that thing you have on your hair. that looks soo...oriental”, i said, pointing at her hairstick. “this one, haha...you know, we can use them as chopsticks, as long as we have a pair of ‘em”, she replied jokingly. for a moment there i thought it was for real. a pair of hairstick used as a chopsticks, now thats a good one.hahaha...

last, some conversation filled here, i’ll not go into the detail, but its safe to say that shes one of the most intelligent person i’ve met. i managed to get myself to asked her to exchange our email addresses. moments before we parted, i wanted to take photos with her, just for a reminder for myself how she looks like, i am really bad at remembering people’s faces, or even names sometimes. but, i just couldnt ask her, i don’t know why, its like the hardest thing to ask for back then, i regret that, maybe its because of the logic i had. i hope i doesnt forget her face.

from early in the january 2011, up until this post is written, meeting her was the best thing that happened to me. i really hope that i can meet her again sometime in the future. o, yeah, i made her name as a single capital X because of no particular reason, i just like her name, i want to keep it to myself for some time and i will tell you readers her name in later post. ok? ok. haha...

  

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a. her hair stick looks like this, but not exactly like this. it got some little ornamental beads hanging. LINK

b. i remembered her glasses well. like this one, but with a tiger stripes pattern. LINK

c. for part 1 on how i met X is here. LINK