a new way for a Sunday Morning.

.6thMonth. The Firsts.

Saturday. After the talks with Lucy about our plans for Sunday of the “apparent” Bbq- it has thought to be cancelled due to poor weather conditions. I went from eager to “awww mann”, as i was really keen for the first getaway after long months of college commitments. And the other quarter of enthusiasm was to surprise Syl because I had a fun session telling him how I cant make it, for no particular reason & it was planned for a long time, so I believe we were all excited for it. It would’ve been impacting because it has been too long since 26th of September, and its 22nd of November yesterday where we got together again. That’s pretty intense for me who’s a lil too comfy to what my eye is sided towards, in other words, high /lows /wtv u name it- mask on and off to snap out of unconsciousness etc.

When my mind flashes an idea, the light bulb is bright, too apparent to miss, therefore from thoughts, they’d turn into actions. As I was prepared to get out of the house, I decided to trek. Whether it was a punishment or to learn how to “get back home”, yeah, I was committing it, despite all cause. Saturday night, there was that phone call, thought to be casual, but really I’m just checking up, catching hints so I could make the Sunday work as planned, my question were led by my motives, thought to be silly but I still had to, and want to know how he was as well as he’s night. Instinctively, told him about the plan for the “ex Bbq idea” then to the “just be home early okay” hint of making it to his place early :) He’d believe it was just a thought not a commitment. But then again, who knew- only I did.

I woke up after 5hours sleep, 7am. Got ready and reached the station by half past 8. Perfect, Catch to Perth arrive at 15past 9; and attended Next one, Armadale Line to Cannington. I arrive on the other side bout 10 ish and trek it , with my sick as black umbrella. On the way there’s lil south babies on their bike asking me for smokes and others making comments like :”i knew that fragrance came from you” and left with a grin? , cute- but strange impressions. Finally arrived to his street, I remembered “brown garage”, so that was all i had to rely on to get to where I had to. Waited, after I sent a text:” i’m here”. Yeap, anonymous question, almost too general to be understood in detailed, as planned. He replied:”where?” and I left it unattended deliberately. Made a call to his house and heard the ringing, cut the line. This is it. Door knobs making noises, I stood where I stood; ready to see that face I long missed. BAM, :”WTF”. Ha =) with the biggest grin on my face, I slowly approached. Not for a hug or any contact, but just for a closer look, like ones of our first that I’ve never failed to forget. A short conversation and I was invited in, took a stroll not to distant as I tail gate him, “This is it” just kept playing in my mind, The joy.

Heh, he vacuumed x) cute. Cosy room. First thing first, I ran to his bed and jumped on it screaming “Wheeee”, and stole Yoshii into my arms. Zzz blankies everywhere, all mine HAH. In my mind, as I thought and painted the words together: “ so this is where he went through everything” , “ so this is where he lay replying every single cherished Messages since day 1 and before”. “So this is where he hung my crucifix”. “So this is where dear teddy and Yoshii laid, right beside him”, “So this is where he slept talking to me on the phone in his low perfect voice”, and so “this is where I could feel home most”. Everything just played as my eyes shifted on him and around the place, like I was studying and taking a mental picture to the “for-long- &-never-forgotten-first-experience”. We spent the time together, close, warm and instinctive. It was a beautiful long lost feeling we never thought could be attained back again. A Beautiful thing.

It was almost half past 1 and we got the official call from Lucy about the lunch we planned on having together. So we got ready, took a couple of shots [pictures of coz, it’s in our blood] , mirror that and off we went. After committing public transport, me and Syl found out , rides were lack and decided to catch the bus that would apparently arrive on half past. We were then deceived. But then Lucy, the savoir committed to give us a lift from Dragon palace all the way to Langford, queen material. Although I never planned in having such a low graded first impression, I felt comfortable after I discovered her sincere generosity and that long lost BIGHEARTNESS that most people are lack today. And so Syl and I went home chilled for a bit. We were told that Lucy is ere, the way we go, and met the beautiful mother along the way. The first too, Big smiles on our faces, instinctively, the playing of my voice got all hearts lightened with a smirk. Just a couple of words were enough, because I knew who I was dealing with and how, little remarks is enough to be thought through as a safe first impression. We reached closer to the front door, and ready to leave, instinctively- my body sway to the mother and a peck on the cheek, “easy does it, have a good day =) ‘ll see you soon”, was the last words. And so we went.

In the ride, I’m met with a beautiful Asian lady, I refer to as “Lulu Mamie”, the conversations were swell, smooth and enjoyable, gags and natural smirks painted on our faces, Syl was at the back seat, “courtesy wise, I’m sorry Syl, I can’t let the lady feel like a driver” and so I went for front seat. The main scene in the car- most memorable was the girls attacking on Syl verbally, or was it just me :) poor baby, cutest face is painted on his expression, a lil lost and bullied, out notice, I reached my hand to the back for his “there there boo” heh:) i’m just playing me, plain cheeky. <3 As we reached to the restaurant, along the right were large beautiful bouquets and branches of flowers along the steps, I remember the lighting and how they were set. Every 1 metre up in the ceiling was installed with their trademark Chinese lantern lighting themes of red and orange. On the table of 6, there were us. Introductions and Conversations were at hand, slowly... talks became more colloquial, and our voices started to blend well and been familiarized by one another. There was no Gaps, but warmth. It was busy, there was noise coming from conversation from other tables. Food was being served constantly, and you see me, syl and Lucy doing our deeds, munching away. We were pretty full, but decided to commit bubble tea. As the last ones to leave the restaurant, we were in such enjoyment to forget the time. It was almost 4pm and there we go, swaying from in to out, like satisfied customers having a swell open Sunday noon as a family. Stood and started walking along the paths and realise I was actually the vertically largest yet youngest present amongst the group. Half “realisation” half “damn it” played in my head, remembering that I was dealing with Asians =) ah, like that would ever change- Beautiful vibes that reminded me of family.

The girls committed the bathroom as the men handle the beverages; we then arrive back to location and were met with comfy men at work- chill-bumming :) The seats went from couple to solo and on the other, couple to solo. [ omg i said couple LLOL what a girl, might as well chop of my penis] ANYWAY, the convo’s were lil gags to :”too full and tired to speak” hehe, cute faces were everywhere. As it was almost 6pm where we decided to bail to our separate paths home. I always thought it was the easiest to trek home, but Lucy had the warning look :”bring her home” dadada... In my mind:” bro, there goes your petrol, I had my ticket, ‘sall good and it aint dark yet, but nooooo...” Syl grabbed my arm as we were walking to the parking lot, gripped. Hmmm. :” eyes rolled, gr, fine, for now” we had the ticket done and dusted, and spotted the lil gremlin [ ride] on the 4th floor on the right, rode it and took off. In the car, we never usually have most words been said. Maybe it’s because, this is as close and as real as it could get, for us- Close as in mentally, physically, spiritually- two as a whole. I wouldn’t admit it, but I guess it’s too apparent to put on a deceiving act again. One arm leaned by the window frame, and the other on his lap and eyes gazes out the window. Mind flows away, but still physically here, yawns 4-5 times as I go, I was drained out all of a sudden. Comfort does take me into dream mode.

We were almost home and I decided instead of just dropping me off, we have a short stop at the park/garden before two run their separate ways, it was then when I heard Ryan’s voice, and then he’s face matching it. Behind him, follows Jason. In my mind I was like:” shit” but at the same time I was glad it wasn’t dad. I wouldn’t killed myself. Syl, was nervous in every way perhaps as much as I was or more. The instinct was “go now” or “confront the damn demon”. If one left, Jason knew he couldn’t handle it. If one stayed and failed the test, either way was the same outcome, but the second one has more chances of a positive remark, so we stuck with that. We started to kick the soccer ball in a three way triangle pattern, without noticing the routine, the questions were raised. The First impression package questions: “so you study in Mindarie with Michelle?”, “what do you do/work”, “How old are you”, “Who are your friends”, “How did youse met”,” how long have youse been hanging out”, “Where do you live”, “What are you studying”, “did you finish school”, etc... Yeah I remembered the answers but they are to be taken into mind, and not proven. Scripted question only invited scripted answers, so how can one get to know another better? I believe this is only an impression, It’s not the” get to know” stage at all. At least we knew “he’s a nice guy” so that was the intro to a positive direction? I was good with words and truth, so I knew how to approach and deal with further questions after the farewell. It was a lil past 7pm, we were left alone as the two footers decided to go home.

We sat for a talk. Almost a self reflection/assessment on what just happened. Syl wasn’t sure and needed an 2nd point of view, a second opinion. So there it was: “every question was a test, with different reasons”. “They can keep testing you, but if you being yourself can just keep passing em , the real failure is getting sick of it”. Syl , trust ur self, cause to anything at all “ only we can stop us”. So as long as we keep adjusting, learning and improving, reaching far and reaching flux, we’re beyond all. The farewell was ended with a mutual friendly hug, and then some words. Words we knew dint mean much but enough so we could continue on later. I was just thankful for all, and like he said- without trying, everything was like wind, one that dint howl, but sang soothingly as the breeze accompanied us. Everything was perfect, and I couldn’t ask for more. So if anyone thought this was a cliché thing to say, perhaps you ought to go with the flow and trust your instincts, believe in each other a lil and go by the wind. And perhaps you’d find yourself dancing on ur feet, like how u and i did. We play our cards right, the saint way. No sinners are pure and sincere like two hearts as such. Thanks for Day8 after 2 long months syl. 21.11.10 <3 since 15.05.10. Like treasure, shinning bright. I’ve always remembered, so this aint a proof, just the truth. “So don’t trust words until they’re demonstrated. Don’t believe it till you feel it”- so maybe we’re already then and there.

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