hopeless romantic.
i see m hurriedly walking off to a library again. is it the law library this time? or the medical school? or eph? either way, he spends countless days and nights studying, while me...the one who needs more help between the two of us, is napping away on a sunny afternoon. yesterday night around 11pm, i braved the streets of new haven to get to the computer lab to print out some of my articles for my paper. again, i see m working on his global health paper.
we finally end up talking. he has always been someone who struck me as an easy-going, uppity, always smiling guy---a very atypical stern japanese guy from my book. i've aspired to be like the him ever since i started drowning in my classes. sigh. what to do? he has quite a magnificent story to share. other than spending 2 years discriminated for his heroic acts as peace corps rural walker in guatemala, m chose to come to Y over other schools, all paid for by the japanese government, only to strengthen his potential in making money to marry his fiance back at home. he's 28, but he looks more like 24, if not younger. the way he describes her can make any girl swoon. being the nosy one, i pry a little into his personal life, asking to see pictures of her and inquiring about their form of communication. they have been dating since high school. apparently, he has no way of visiting japan, except for family emergencies with his parents' health....he can't even go home next year for his younger brother's wedding! will she come and visit? her window of vacation is so limited that chances of her visiting will be minimal. how do they communicate then?
he does not use electronic mail. he does not have money for long distance phone calls. he does not chat even though there is ethernet access in his room. once every two weeks, he spends at least three hours, writing away to the love of his life. whoever said the art of snail mail has become extinct? no way! i sit there, listening to his story, mouth with a gaping hole of admiration...inspiration? oh not quite...m is definitely a rare breed i tell ya.
i see m hurriedly walking off to a library again. is it the law library this time? or the medical school? or eph? either way, he spends countless days and nights studying, while me...the one who needs more help between the two of us, is napping away on a sunny afternoon. yesterday night around 11pm, i braved the streets of new haven to get to the computer lab to print out some of my articles for my paper. again, i see m working on his global health paper.
we finally end up talking. he has always been someone who struck me as an easy-going, uppity, always smiling guy---a very atypical stern japanese guy from my book. i've aspired to be like the him ever since i started drowning in my classes. sigh. what to do? he has quite a magnificent story to share. other than spending 2 years discriminated for his heroic acts as peace corps rural walker in guatemala, m chose to come to Y over other schools, all paid for by the japanese government, only to strengthen his potential in making money to marry his fiance back at home. he's 28, but he looks more like 24, if not younger. the way he describes her can make any girl swoon. being the nosy one, i pry a little into his personal life, asking to see pictures of her and inquiring about their form of communication. they have been dating since high school. apparently, he has no way of visiting japan, except for family emergencies with his parents' health....he can't even go home next year for his younger brother's wedding! will she come and visit? her window of vacation is so limited that chances of her visiting will be minimal. how do they communicate then?
he does not use electronic mail. he does not have money for long distance phone calls. he does not chat even though there is ethernet access in his room. once every two weeks, he spends at least three hours, writing away to the love of his life. whoever said the art of snail mail has become extinct? no way! i sit there, listening to his story, mouth with a gaping hole of admiration...inspiration? oh not quite...m is definitely a rare breed i tell ya.
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