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Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Friday, September 24, 2010

I Had You...

i had you two

when i was younger

when i was a new blood

when i thought life’s simple

when it’s definitely not


the vision i have

was of two person

one, with a pair of blue eyes

and golden blonde hair

one, with a pair of green eyes

and chestnut brown hair

both young

both beautiful

both different

both searching

and

both in love

with each other


in your world

relationship can start

at the first look in the eyes

yeah, that’s cliche

but when it involve you two

everything becomes beautiful

to me


when i write about you two

laying together

one’s hand grasping other’s hand

with smile on your face

it was enlightening

it was satisfying

it was magic

i’d never know that love stories

can be

even more meaningful

when i’m the one writing it


i think of you two

like a couple of friends

i never even have

when at times

i create another episode

i add a different element

i create another character

just to keep it

going on

and on

and on


because i dread to reach the end

when one of you will be gone

and losing one is hard for the other one

and life will never be the same again

for him

when he’s gone


Friday, August 27, 2010

Far Away

FAR AWAY

This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore

On my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance
'Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all
I'd give for us
Give anything but I won't give up
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

So far away
Been far away for far too long
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know

I wanted
I wanted you to stay
'Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go

“You’re not helping me at all, you know..” Dan squinted at me. I just shrugged while groggily looking around the living room, surprised that I had made such a mess overnight. The room was clean last night, but now, it was messy with papers and all sorts of stationeries; a mess I’ve made unintentionally while trying to get the school assignments done. Dan slumped on the couch beside me, pinching both sides of my cheeks.

“Just make sure that you get everything, arranged before you go to work, k?” I just responded with a nod, followed by a big yawn. Dan directed his loving gaze at me and gave me a quick peck on the forehead.

“I’m glad that you come back here. You have no idea....” Simultaneously he grasped my hands ever so gently, applying just the right amount of pressure to convey the warmth and affection. I leaned onto his shoulders, feeling my eyes getting glassy from the tears. We stayed that way for quite a long time, until I realized that Dan had dozed off. I stared at his calm face, feeling a mixture of emotions swirls in my mind. Guilt. Love. Frustration.

“Stop liking those people. If anything, they’re only worth of being burnt on a stick.”

The damned words came across my mind for a moment. No fucking way. Falcon was the biggest bigot I’ve ever met, and everything he said is based on pure hatred and disgust. I didn’t have any idea how I could fall in love with that son of bitch. It took one hell of long time for me to realize that Falcon was the bad one. Dan was the good one. And I was the dumbest of all for not knowing that earlier. I sighed and looked at Dan’s amazingly angelic face. He had gone through so much. Ryan just left him three months ago. And a month ago ::I:: left him. His hold on my hands was loosened, but I grasped them to my chest, not wanting to forget this moment forever. I loved this guy. No denying that. I closed my eyes, trying to recapture what happened last Saturday night. The night I came safely back into Dan’s arms.

It was a freezing night, and I was shivering. I had only managed to fished out some of my clothes from the closet, along with some money and important documents. And my school assignments. Falcon had gone totally out of my control, even threatening to brainwash me if I refuse to let go of my affection towards Dan and ‘those people’. I had nothing else in my mind aside from the bright blue level three apartment I knew so well.

Dan’s house.

I literally dragged my feet down the road, feeling embarrassed, afraid of Dan’s reaction when he saw me. What would it be? Anger? Shock? Hatred? I left him and that house without any guilt last month, and I had no idea that this would be how I would be back to it. Torn. Hurt. Afraid. I walked out of the elevator with loud thumps of my heart, I’d thought my chest would explode. I knew well by then there was good chance Dan would not welcome me the way he did last time, and I could as well go to my parents house and be protected under dad’s protective arms, but I felt that i just had to try. With a trembling hand, I pushed the bell switch slowly. One second. Two second. Three second....

“Yeah?” Oh God. Just how I realized how I missed the pair of shiny green eyes. And how I loved it when his hair was tousled that way, like he’s just gotten up from bed when he had been awake the whole day. And, how I missed Dan’s voice in my ear.

“Irene?” The tears were inevitable. As Dan stumbled with the keys to open the grill door, the last border between us, I was already sobbing there, like a kid losing her mother in mall, waiting for someone to take and console her. I heard Dan cursed when he picked the wrong keys, and I couldn’t help but giggled in tears. He would never get to remember what the grill door keys looked like even though he’s been staying there for years. After what seems like an eternity, he managed to open the door and wasted no time to get to me.

“SSShhh....Come here babe...” Dan pulled me into his embrace softly, whispering words to calm my erratic feeling. After my tears subsided, he brought me into the living room and let me sit on the good old brown couch. In midst of tears I could see from his face that he was confused at the situation, he didn’t understand what was going on. I left the house with the biggest grin and happiest eyes last month, and now.... I opened my mouth, intending to explain to him, but Dan shook his head.

“Explanation can come later. Wanna drink?” He asked with a smile on his face. A smile. How could he smile when he was supposed to feel at least a month worth of hatred towards me? But I nodded nonetheless, realizing that my throat had dried up a little by the anxiety earlier.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Sealed With A Kiss

i had always see you
since we were small
i know you like chocolate more than strawberry
i know you rolled your eyes when you are miffed
i knew everything about you
i know i had starting to like you
why didn't you say anything?

today i see you cry
watching a sad movie
and i felt like i'm crying too
coz i dont like to see you cry
i see you giving me a slight glimpse
and nothing else
why didn't you say anything?

i had always wanted to write to you
i had always wanted to tell you that
i love you
and
i care for you
why didn't you say anything?

just now i had a guest
he's good looking with icy blue eyes
and chestnut brown hair
he said he'd like to see me again
why didn't you say anything?

yesterday the man came again
he took me for a walk around town
and mentioned about marriage
and i saw you staring at me sharply
it's like a warning, but i was no mind reader
why didn't you say anything?

i am about to marry the man tomorrow
he knew i'm an orphan, just like you
but he didn't mind
he said he loved me
and i see you staring at me
forlorn in your eyes
why didn't you say anything?

someday
i'll bring my family here
to show them where i was raised
and if chances are
i'll see you again
i hope you would say something to me
because i'll still love you then

Chris's Story

Chris opened the sealed letter, feeling guilty for even thinking of reading some random letters in the abandoned room. Still, curiosity got the best of him and deliberately he pulled out a paper old with age from inside the envelope.

can you keep a secret?
last night
i dreamt a dream of you
being with me

in that dream
i had the realization
"this must be a dream"
but then you're standing before me
and i can't help
but feeling
drawn to you
weakened by your touch
trembled by your kiss

it all was too real
that inevitably i was wishing for time to stop
because i miss you
and your smile was too sweet
and your touch was too loving
and your stare was too intense
and your voice was too tender
and i was helpless
in midst of confusion
in midst of guilt
in midst of affection
i fell for you

i love you
but in the battle
of morality and infidelity
of attraction and guilt
...
my choice
wasn't you

and that's how we come to this
and that's how i'm safely back
into his arms
and that's how i lost you
and that's how
till this day i still can't keep my eyes off you

because here
in my heart
you stay
no matter how hard i try to erase you
no matter how hard i try to hate you
you stay


A tear trickled down his cheek.

Followed by another one.

He just couldn't grasp the concept how come this strange letter held so much resemblance to the situation he was facing right then. He thought of Mickey's mischievous lopsided grin and Ian's innocent sincere smile.

"Oh God...." he sighed. Should he follow the path trodden by the writer? Or take the other way round?

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Favorites from Billy Chase

But he just said, "I don't WANT you to be 'sorry', Billy. I want you to be HONEST with me."

You see, Randall has been sending me email after email, he Googled my name, he called my house twice, he's practically stalking me now. He keeps saying that he wants to talk to me, and I'm just thinking, "WHY???" Why does he 'NEED' to talk to me? About what? I've got stuff to do. Like spend time with my BOYFRIEND, for example!

Thursday, August 12, 2010

After Dom....

Yay! I've finished reading In The Fish Bowl and I'm moving on to a story that I left a long time ago. I dont read it for sometime not because it's bored or something, but I guess Gone from Daylight plus Savage Moon plus Working It Out plus Beloved plus more stories is not a good idea. Coz I get confused easily. So I stopped some and promised to myself I would start later. Which for now, I will be officially reading back the chapters of Perry and Jesse, The Incredibly Romantic (and Slightly Kinky) Aventures of Two In Love.....

I'm not sure of the writer's name though... but he's great. As much as I like Dom Luka and Don Hanratty and Viv, this one gets the same place in my <3>


Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Mint's Favourite Scene

Dennis’s shoulders heaved as he released a breath. “Travis. While you’re not kissing Aiden, don’t kiss anyone else, either.”

Okay,” Travis agreed, and he was smiling on his way out the door.

(In The Fish Bowl, Chapter 22)


I like women, Travis.”

Dennis had said it with so much self-assurance that Travis had to look at him twice. And he believed him.

Holy shit.”

(In The Fish Bowl, Chapter 23)


Will I see you?


Aiden nodded. “If you want to.”


Owen met his eyes. “I want to.”


Aiden smiled. “If you want... you should come see me before I go. I’ll be around. And I miss you. I’m tired of pretending I don’t.”

(In The Fish Bowl, chapter 27)


“I’m not afraid of you,” Leo retorted. “But, just because I’m curious, why would you, take up with Dennis Gordon?”

Travis sighed, a real smile touching the corners of his mouth. “Because he’s been a good friend to me. Maybe if you stopped being pissed off about it and started thinking for a second, you’d remember he was probably a good friend to you, too.”

29


“You gave your bed to Nicky?

Travis grinned. “So? I like sleeping in yours a lot better.”

Epilogue

Sunday, August 8, 2010

My Fav Writer

I came across Dom Luka's page when I was searching for something new to read, and man, DID I FIND ANYTHING NEW!! :) It has been about 4 years since I read his stories, and I LOVE all of them and still am! His stories are unique, with unpredictable twist at every turn they take, combined with Dom's writing skill.

From Desert Dropping to In The Fish Bowl to With Trust I just cant avert my eyes from his stories!!!! Things are worse when I get back to his page and found out that he published a tonne of new chapters which would take a looooooong time to finish, like what happen to With Trust earlier this year. I got headache from reading too much LOL. This is because I only check Comsie's site on daily basis, and for other writers like Dom, Viv and Don, it's only once in a a while that I go and check them out in GA. It's not that I'm saying Comsie's the best writer, everyone got plus point, but for these years, my favourite is Comsie :D

Anyway, on the way for In The Fish Bowl's epilogue.... :P My favourite scene :

Owen’s face went blank for a second, and then suddenly burst out laughing. “Oh my god, I completely forgot about that.”

“What?” Travis asked, not liking to be left out. When Dennis suddenly seemed too annoyed to provide an explanation, Owen happily did it for him.

“In the pictures where Aiden didn’t cut off his head, he was...” Owen stopped, grinning goofily at Dennis, as if asking for a way to explain it.

I was adjusting... my junk,” Dennis provided. “Every. Single. Picture. Looked like that was all I ever did.”

::In The Fish Bowl, Chapter 17::

Friday, July 30, 2010

Thoughts


anyone reading
In the Fish Bowl

would know the conflict
between A.K. and O.D



it surprised me
at first the situation seemed

so far

so distant

from me
but now
as i walk past
the roads

and days
i could not help but feeling
that i hope it will end
back to the good ole days

i'm not suffering
from now

but i just kinda

miss then


what if
things went back
at then

and i wish it was back
to
now?
i'll be deemed as ungrateful

being given the taste
of both world

and still can't get enough


perhaps
i should just let things be
they are always meant to be
maybe
now
is what
it meant to be
sincerely mine, mint


Thursday, April 22, 2010

For One More Day




recently
i've read this book
For One More Day
by this handsome writer
with this cunning wit
lol i love it

but really
this book makes me
ponder and think and wonder
what would become of
me
once i lost my loved ones
do i
shrivel like dead leaves, or
move on like a moving ship, or
harden inside like a cocoon?

i know which i should
but
can i?

Friday, February 19, 2010

Adelaine

i like criticism
it's one way to improvise
myself
but please
no extreme ones
still
i'm a coward
that's the summary
that's the reason
i'm posting my story here
because this blog
can be seen
but hidden
public
but private
so... here's my writing
edited by beloved Uncle Pete
:)


ADELAINE


Mama was smiling, holding little Carolyn loosely in her arms. Next to them was Kenny, my older brother who was laughing seeing his daughter’s funny face when being held by her grandmother. Kenny’s wife, Joanna was working with the food, yet still found a way to smile at the camera. And I was squatting beside mama with Fiery, our little puppy, in my hands. I remembered the day vividly. It was a cloudy and windy day, but not an unpleasant one. Kenny was the one who suggested having a family party for me; I had just received my degree. So we ended up having a small barbecue party in the home backyard. Mama was extra happy that day, and Carolyn seemed to have learned some funny facial expressions and jokes from her kindergarten friends. Everyone smiled and giggled and guffawed the whole time. It was a happy day for a happy family.

But now…

Are they?

Kel?” Upon hearing the voice, I promptly tried to hide the picture in my hands. Stupid action, I guess, because Jose already had my hands in his. When he saw the picture, he smiled warmly at me. Yet I sensed some kind of unspeakable tension in his eyes. He looked around the balcony, to the darkness of night, and sighed before mumbling something.

“You miss your family?” I quietly nodded as his hands proceeded to reach my arms.

“You want to stay in Malaysia?” Damn it. Not that question again.

“No! Dude, listen to me, ok? I’ve lived with these people for as long I’ve lived, so it’s natural for me to miss them, isn’t it?” A moment passed, and Jose eventually hummed a consent to my remark. Concurrently, I heard the doorbell ring.

“We’ll talk about this later. Anyway, I’ve ordered pizza for dinner and there’re a couple of beers in the fridge. Care to join?” Needless to say, after hearing his offer, I nodded and joined him in the house.

***

Named Kelvin Chou, I was a 21-year-old grad with no job. So, while waiting for any job offer or an equivalent work ad in the newspaper, I worked in posh hotel in the middle of Kuala Lumpur. The tasks were simple and didn’t require almost any brain-weaving activities, so in no time I had mastered all the things I ought to know in my work. I thought I’d stick in this job until the right one came, but I was definitely wrong.

It was around 2 am and it was raining cats and dogs outside. I was standing at the receptionist counter, waiting for the rain to stop so that I could ride my motorcycle home. Usually I bring along a raincoat for caution, but somehow that day I’d forgotten to do so. Sasha, a Malay receptionist was talking to her colleague, Serena, about some local artist gossip, so I just stood there, leaning onto the counter and listening to their ramblings. Sometimes I would interject a comment in some topics, and they wouldn’t mind. Standing for too long, I felt numbness in my legs and quietly drifted away to the entrance hall to let go of that annoying feeling. There, I walked several rounds, simultaneously peeking at the window, trying to figure out when the rain would ultimately stop. I was thinking of phoning Mama and telling her I couldn’t get home (and I’d get some nagging for being too careless and forgetting my raincoat), but as I reached for the cell phone in my pocket, I heard the automatic door open. Thinking that it might be foreign tourists just getting out from their flight, I ignored the sound and dialed the number in my phone. But then I felt something cold tapping me on my shoulder, so I promptly turned around. I was shocked.

“Hi...” In front of me there was a young man standing, wet chestnut hair, drenched black suit, and a smile that was damn charming.

That was the first time I ever thought about liking a man.

That was the first time I met Jose Xavier.

The first time I fell in love.

***

Uncle Jose! Uncle Kelvin! Is anybody home?” I woke from sleep hearing the same yelling I usually heard in the evening at the playground. Jose, lying next to me sighed deeply, covering his face with the pillow, signing me with his hands to go to the front door and greet our little guest. He giggled when I pinched his arms while getting out of the bed, saying from under the pillow,

“Tell her not to come here! I’m not decent!”

“Okie dokie, you sleepyhead!” I mumbled as I removed the pillow and gave him a swift kiss. I hurried to the front door. Under the bright sunlight, I could see, through the transparent door, a little angel standing akimbo with a frown. Unlocking the door, I smiled at her.

“Morning, dear...” She stayed silent for some seconds; until the sun glaze felt too hot for her young skin, and then she ran into the house, leaving me on the doorstep...

“…..Why were you so late? I thought you guys were asleep! Where’s Uncle Jose?” She grumbled, mumbled and rambled with too many words as she helped herself to a seat on the couch in the living room. By then I was pouring milk into three glasses. Coincidentally, the three of us were huge fans of fresh milk.

“He’s tired.” She quickly ran to the bedroom door before I could warn her or anything. But before she could reach the door knob, the door opened from the other side. A wide smile came across her lips when she saw the figure waiting for her behind the door.

“Uncle Jose!!” She energetically jumped and put her hands around Jose’s neck.

“Whoa, cool down, Ade. What’s going on with you acting soo like Fluffy?” Adelaine giggled and let Jose go after planting a little kiss on his tanned cheek. Jose stood up straight and walked to the dining table where I had put the glasses of milk. I looked up from the bacon frying in the pan to look at Jose drinking the whole glass of milk in one big gulp. God, he’s the epitome of perfection. Wearing only his boxers and wife beater shirt, he really showed off his great curves that I never ceased to adore every day and night. Mm… I must have been a really good guy in the past life to have him in this life. Thank you, me. : )

When everything was ready, I served the plate of bacon on the table, accompanied by some chicken filled omelets, soft buns and oatmeal bread. Adelaine had switched on the TV, tuning to her favorite - Disney, while from where I stood I could see Jose walking back into the house. Then I noticed the bin next to the refrigerator was empty. Good, this time he remembered his morning task.

“Here’s the newspaper, Kel. Oh, cool. Chicken omelets. You think we still have our supply of honey? I love the taste of sweet and spicy mixed together.” I raised my eyebrow with a lopsided grin formed at the corner of my mouth.

“Nah, after last night, I guess all of the honey we have is gone.” Jose smiled hearing my answer and, nevertheless, walked to the fridge to fetch the bottle of honey. Sitting back down again, he whispered to me.

“Well, let’s see tonight if what you said is true. I bet there’s still a lot of that down there, and I can’t wait to savor it later.” Lecherously, Jose licked his lips, making me grin wider.

“Emm… Can I have more milk, please?“ The sheer voice of Adelaine brought us back to reality. I looked affectionately at her and answered.

“Yes, princess.”

“So, will your aunt bring you anywhere today?” The girl thought for a while to answer Jose’s question and finally shook her head.

“No, she asked me to study mathematics. Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. She said I was quite weak in the subject.”

“Very well, I guess you can come with us. I am thinking of doing some grocery shopping with Kelvin. Perhaps you could learn something with us there. I’ll ask your aunt before lunch. Is it okay with you?” Adelaine nodded gleefully. After finishing the meal, Jose went to the bathroom to take a bath. I cleared the table and put the plates in the dishwasher. Later I sat with Adelaine in front of the television.

“There’s a new boy in my school. He’s all geeky. You know, wearing those thick spectacles, reading weird books, never talks to anyone. And last Friday, we were paired to do some French activities. We talked. He was so smart and nice…” Adelaine mumbled. It caught my attention just in time; I saw strawberry hue creep up her cheeks. I smiled instantly. Ah… Puppy love. It’s like I can already see two kids eating ice-cream together in a park, kissing each others’ cheeks innocently, walking together with hands intertwined. So sweet...

“And later that day, I thought I saw him staring at me too. I guess I was imagining things. But then I saw him smiling at me. Uncle Kel…?” Adelaine looked up at me.

“You like him, right? Do you wanna let him know that?” Adelaine nodded.

“I hope we can be like you and Jose. You two are so happy together.” Damn I was flattered. Such an honest remark from a seven-year-old girl about me and Jose really amazed me. ‘So happy together’ Aww… > <

“Thanks for listening, Kel.” I just smiled. Most of the time, Adelaine will stick to Jose, but somehow, sometimes, she would turn to me and whispered her deepest secret, voice out the things from the bottom of her heart. I appreciate the bond we shared, because it shows that she loved me and Jose equally. Let Jose take all the ramblings and whines. Hehehe… :D I felt a tap on my shoulder and promptly stood up. Jose smiled at me. Then I felt a force on my right shoulder blade. I didn’t see it coming but apparently Jose had reached his hand out, pulling me towards him. And he planted a kiss right on my lips. Adelaine, who was looking, couldn’t help but giggle. Well, not the kiss. She’s used to it every single day. I guess it must be the shocked facial expression. I kissed Jose’s lips again before I went off to the bathroom, this time with a smile on my face.

“Aww… Uncle Jose, that’s so cute. When I’m a little bit older, I will practice it. “

“Haha, well, you gotta have strong arms and the boy must be really frail.”

“Um… He’s thin...” Adelaine was mumbling, with the lowest of her voice, yet Jose could clearly hear the sentence.

“Who is the ‘he’, Ade?” asked Jose.

“Uncle Kel will tell you. Oh, by the way, the name is Eric. Don’t forget to mention that when you two exchange information! I wanna look for a dress to wear for the visit to the store. Later!” With that, she hopped off the couch and ran out of the house.

Jose shook his head and went back to watching the television. But his head could not let go of Adelaine. He thought about the girl. The fiery red long locks, the watery blue eyes, the soft creamy skin. Yeah. It was impossible for a pretty sweetheart like her not to go through the ‘puppy love’ phase. But it was that reality that would not let him stop thinking about her situation. He knew that today’s kids advance a lot more rapidly than kids during his days, especially in the aspect of sex and sexuality. He was worried that their little angel would be hurt emotionally or physically with this ‘Eric’ boy. They should really have the ‘birds and the bees’ talk with the girl, sooner or later.

“Jose? Is something bothering you?” Jose didn’t realized that Kelvin had knelt before him, but seeing the apprehensive look on his face, Jose shrugged.

“Who’s Eric?” Jose aked.

“Eric?”

“Adelaine…” He added.

“Oh, so that’s his name! Lemme tell you…..”

***

“Oh, I see. Well I guess a little fun at the store on weekend wouldn’t hurt. Adelaine can go. You can fetch her from her room. She wouldn’t hear if you screamed as loud as you can from here. You know, the music. Hannah Montana and all…..” Miss Drescher said, as she went back to typing on the computer.

“Thanks Nina. And we promise she would learn something with us today. Something to do with math. Have a nice day.” Jose said, practically running to Adelaine’s room. Nina Drescher looked up and flashed a grateful smile, mumbling a ‘thanks’ along the way.

To tell the truth, initially she had been worrying about her niece’s social life. Somehow, no girls wanted to befriend Adelaine in school, or in the neighborhood. She thought either Adelaine was a bit autistic (even though the test refuted it) or the girls frowned to the fact that Adelaine was indeed an orphan. But when the two guys moved here, it was the first time that Nina saw her smiling and laughing contently. She knew the relationship of Kelvin and Jose, but that didn’t bother her. She herself had a lot of gay friends during the university years, and they turned out to be much nicer and friendlier. Now, Adelaine has become their ‘little angel’ as quoted by Kelvin, and Nina couldn’t be more happy than to see Adelaine’s smile every single day.

***

“Princess, are you ready?” Jose said as he peeked into the room. Adelaine was sitting on the floor, rearranging the stack of her discs. Jose smiled. That girl would grow up to be a woman who would arrange her books by the first letter of the title. She looked momentarily at Jose and said,

“Yeah, I’m ready. Just a minute.” Jose took the time to look around the room. He hadn’t been in her room for quite some time. The wall was still pink, with all the decoration either white or red, but he could see some changes. Pleasant changes. A corner of the wall was full of the pictures that they took together, and there’s even a picture of him sleeping with drool at the corner of his mouth! Other than that, he could also see the medium-sized Walt Disney shelf that he had given her last year standing proudly against the wall, and part of it was filled with books, magazines and manga.

“Okay! Let’s go!” Adelaine announced, simultaneously pulling Jose’s hand out of the room. Jose followed nevertheless.

***

“So, if we buy 2 packs of Beef Jerky and you put another 4 packs of Beef Jerky into the basket, how many will there be?” Right after Jose asked the question, Adelaine quickly pulled out her fingers and counted.

“6.”

“Good, Ade. Ah, let me tell you how to be better in this. Instead of using your fingers, you can use your imagination. Try it. Imagine 2 packs of Beef Jerky and another 4 packs of Beef Jerky come along. Can you?” Adelaine closed her eyes and scrunched up her face.

“Emm… It’s quite hard… But wait, yeah, I can see 6 packs of Beef Jerky in my mind!” Her blue eyes fluttered open and looked at me with pride and joy.

“Then, try this one. I want to take 5 packets of marshmallows, and Jose wants 3 packets to be put in his office. What’s the total packets of marshmallows?” Once again, Adelaine closed her eyes tightly. It took a minute before the blue eyes opened and the answer of ‘8’ popped out of her little mouth. We went on and on with the imagination method and eventually Adelaine could keep up with it. She needed less and less time to solve a problem. We promised her we would try multiplication and division at home. After we were done with the grocery shopping, I decided to have lunch in Burger King. And before we went home, Jose wanted to stop at Cold Stone Creamery to have dessert. It was a wonderful weekend even though we didn’t leave the town. As long as we had each other, the enjoyment was guaranteed. : )

***

“Have any of your family members contacted you since we’ve been here?” Jose asked later that night, and I couldn’t help but feel a painful pinch right in the middle of my heart.

“No…” He looked at me with pitiful expression. It was easy to see, even with the dim light. He could be empathetic, but I guess he would never really understood just how it felt to be disowned by my own family. He tightened his embrace on my waist.

“Don’t feel guilty. Even if I met any other guy, they would still resent it, saying that this is sinful. Saying I would go to hell. All the same bullshit.” I looked into Jose’s eyes deeply. He smiled and moved a little to give me a small kiss on the lips. How? How could a relationship this beautiful, this content, this happy, be marked as sinful?

“I know… Emm… Kel? How about the bet we made this morning?” Jose mumbled softly. I smiled. In the middle of times like this, I knew he assumed that I’d be angry if he brought up the topic. I welcomed it, instead. Gladly.

“Yes…” I heard myself say. And I lowered my hand...

***

“Beep! Beep! Beep!” I quickly woke up from my sleep and pressed the button on the clock. Jose, being the heavy sleeper he was, still lay undisturbed by the sound. I looked at him with awe, how the man never ceased to amaze me after all this time is unthinkable. I glanced at the digital clock again. It’s just 8:05 A.M. Jose needs to wake up at nine, so I guess I have about an hour to get breakfast ready. Peeking into the fridge, I figured I’d serve his favorite - peanut butter toast and fresh orange juice. And for me, some nice homemade pop tarts would be just fine. On my way to look for a job, I could always stop by any Starbucks or Dome or other fattening outlets available in town. Talk about fattening, I should remind myself about the appointment with Jose in gym later in the evening. No, I don’t need to remind Jose. He never seemed to forget anything. Which is the reason why he had his Master’s at such young age and now he’s a mathematics professor in a college not far from the neighborhood. Yep, you had it right. Jose is a professor and his partner is jobless. > <

A glimpse at the calendar made me realized that today was Carolyn’s birthday. I hesitated for a while. I had the idea to call home, and if I’m lucky I just might be able to talk to Carolyn only, without any other third parties.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes...

I held the receiver up my ear and started dialing the number. I could feel perspiration had started to appear on my forehead, on my palm, everywhere... for this is the first time that I had even tried to connect with any person in my family since... “Hello...”

“Kelvin?” The voice on the other end of the line startled me. It was Mama’s. It came across my mind to immediately hang up, but then I heard sobs. Hers. She started speaking in Chinese that she missed me and when would I be going home. Subsequently, she told me that they had already discussed me and...