Skeptical

This entry will briefly cover the two and a half weeks I spent with Her for the first time, most of which I think she covered in her blog.

Well the events anyway, the good stuff however, is not known and I’m not sure it will ever be posted and probably won’t be because of privacy sakes but there’s a lot of things that were significant to me which were left out for one reason or another.. it’s the little things in life that makes life worth living.

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The 8 hour flights to Singapore are just death, they really are, fuck them to hell, I love her I really do but my god flying is like sitting in the doctor’s waiting room just to have a 10 minute check up and poof next thing you know you’re on the damn plane again.

I’ll change this, fuck oaf I will.

The first time however was a little different. I flew Emirates, so they had movies and crap and 1293129 other things to do but all I kept doing was keep my eyeballs on the ETA display : 7 hours 45mins till arrival OHHH MYYYY GODDDDD.

I’m not a heavy sleeper, in fact I almost never sleep soundly. I wish I could take some tranquilizers or something that would knock me out for 7 hours then I’d wake up but that’s probably not allowed…

As we came closer to destination, I realised the time I told her to come and meet me at the airport was completely wrong so I tried to use the phone thing that Emirates had installed to make in flight calls.
Fact: Sam Nang Chan and phone technology don’t mix too well, that’s probably why my mobile is 5 years old and counting.

Eventually me fiddling around with my credit card and the phone pissed off the person sitting next to me, evoking the response “Since yours doesn’t work, wanna try mine?”

I replied I had no idea how they work anyway, my Australian instincts kicked in and I made conversation with this man and his wife. A very agreeable couple indeed.

They asked why I was flying and all those sorts of questions, but the big issues were, I’m flying to meet someone, I don’t know her almost at all, my parents don’t know what I’m doing (like i care).
I explained my circumstances to this couple, since I probably won’t see them ever again but then again the last time I had that thought in my head, I committed to a long distance relationship.

The sky is very blue today. If I knew where they were staying, I wouldn’t mind contacting them to tell them how great things turned out, their positive attitude rubbed off on me that day and I was in a great mood.
10 mins more to see her, what else could bring me down?

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She would be looking around for him,
not knowing what direction he was coming from,
long for him while looking out into the distance when suddenly she would spot a person just standing there staring directly at her,
finding themselves moving towards each other,
the attraction too great and they would embrace in the middle of a busy airport obstructing traffic but they wouldn’t care,
they had each other,
nothing else in the world matters.


End of daydream*

What actually happened was probably the opposite, I saw her and froze like a turkey before Thanksgiving and the first words I spoke to her probably was that garble garble sound too. What you see on a 1 mega pixel camera does not do the real thing justice at all, I walked up and hugged her, my body stiff and robotic, definitely not the romantic embrace I imagined.

The quick arms around a tree to tie a rope kind of thing..*slaps head*
Yes, a perfectly good opportunity to make a good impression completely wasted.

Oh well suck it up and move on.

Even with all its glitter and glamour of the events that took place next, I found my greatest joys in the simplest of activities…. such as Swimming.

I never really liked playing in water, I liked my legs on solid ground, easier to fend off predators and run when there’s dangers.

All this changes dramatically when you’re swimming on a starry night in an empty pool, with the person you love, the water literally melts your problems away.

The solitude of that place really got to me, there was paradise in that concrete jungle afterall… an oasis of all that I hold dear.

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We did a lot in Singapore, I’m not really big on tourist attractions but it still had things to keep a new couple busy for at least a few weeks.
The time in the cab rides back home were spent sleeping for her, I kept watch just in case aliens landed. I would sit right up close to her and hold her hand and she would rest her head on my shoulder and slowly doze off.

It was a common occurence, I would sit there looking at the passing traffic and the tall HDBs and such and wondered to myself if this country would be a nice place to live in or not.

I would reflect on the events of the day and remember a montage of memories and the things that were said.
I would picture her laughing at things, like me catching her trying to conceal a burp after eating half her weight in ice cream.

It was always a feeling of content, but on one occassion something different happened.

I was sitting there, lost in my own thoughts, when something contacted my cheeks. When I looked down she was still fast asleep. Yes, she kissed me an unconscious kiss, maybe not a big deal to most but to me it was a turning point.

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I knew I would one day live in this country I had so many negative feelings about, maybe not for long but as long as she calls it home, I would be there too, because I felt I’d found my home… and it was wherever she was.