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Apung Juan: The Living Hermit
It has been a year since Apung Juan passed away. I could still pout upon a strange encounter with him when I was fourteen. It was an incident when I was able to understand Apung Juan just like how old tribe tell stories about him. Despite his non-existence, he is still remembered as the living hermit in our barrio because of his hideous dwelling place, violent appearance, solitary lifestyle and unusual interaction with other people.
Because of world prankish and without hesitations at all, I went to his hideous and grotesque shanty. It was or so built and made of old timberyard. The wall was piled up with hoar galvanized iron sheets. There were fanciful combinations of used and unusual things within the shack.
Suddenly, a crusty old man came in with unnatural appearance. He kept on staring at me with his yellow(a) eyes which made me feel that he wanted to prey me alive. I could not move my sweaty face and arms. At that moment, I was stifled because of the extremely foul smell from his greasy body. He looked unnatural with his streaks of grey hair on his thick and grand mustache and beard.
His hair had dreadful locks because it was so dry that he seemed he had not showered nor had bathed for about a century. The white frustrate jacket that he was wearing was brownish, tattered and unbutt championd. Suddenly, he candid his scabby mouth that made me think that his canine odontiasis were ready to bite me. He just said, Labas! (means go-out!)
With his words, I cognize how Apung Juan lived in solitary existence. He felt more golden when nobody is around. I indeed felt idleness when I was inside his uninhabited place .I once heard one of our neighbours telling my Mom that he saw Apung Juan meditating on a corner of his shack as if he was a Buddha. He had chosen to live alone that his existence was like a missing piece in a jigsaw...If you want to sterilise a full essay, order it on our website: Orderessay
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