About 9 years ago I knew this guy for a week or two who was an English tourist. I was working at a backpackers hostel and he was staying there.
We hardly knew each other but we argued heaps anyway. That's all though, we didn't do anything or go anywhere together. There was no "thing" between us. All I really remember about him is that his birthday was the day after mine, he was a few years older than me, his name might have been John and he was half Indian or Pakistani - I remember that because I was whinging about sexistness and he said it wasn't half as bad as the racism he had to suffer and I couldn't work out what he was talking about because I hadn't noticed he was anything other than Anglo.
Anyway, for some unknown reason he keeps on coming up in my mind after 9 years - and then I was going through my brother's room searching for something (with permission, of course) - and I found a photo and this guy was in it! How bizzare is that? There's nothing written on the back of it so I don't know his name for certain, but it is all very strange.
― toraneko (toraneko), Sunday, 10 November 2002 08:31 (twenty-three years ago)