Meeting someone new

Men­tioned in my pre­vi­ous post, I had met John.

John, were sit­ting beside me when we were at the ori­en­ta­tion hall. While I was chat­ting on MSN, I saw from the cor­ner of my eyes that John was peep­ing.

Well, with­out bad inten­tion actu­al­ly; he was curi­ous how did I signed on to MSN, while the varsity’s fire­wall had blocked almost three quar­ter of the World Wide Web.

It almost the per­fect excuse to know each oth­er. Well at least it wasn’t the usu­al “Hi I am John, nice to meet you” silent type of con­ver­sa­tion.

John was pret­ty impressed of the pic­tures that I have tak­en around the var­si­ty. John was look­ing at the pic­tures that I had tak­en, and he whis­pered to me. “You are using a Nikon, aren’t you? I can see it from the col­ors of you pic­tures.”

It was that that got us bitch­ing about how Canon could not rep­re­sents the col­ors prop­er­ly, and such and how Nikon stands on more in terms of col­ors rep­re­sen­ta­tion. It was that this lit­tle thing that got us clos­er, and talk­ing like we have known each oth­er for ages.

John was the talk­a­tive one, and with­out me real­iz­ing it, I start­ed chat­ting with him quite open­ly as well.

We spend our lunch time at the varsity’s cafe­te­ria, and then we went over to cen­tral park. Time flies when you are spend­ing it togeth­er, and it was evening when we real­ized it. When we went back to the var­si­ty to grab our stuffs, the view of the sun­set is so nice that I could not resist to take a pic­ture of it.

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I invit­ed John over to my place, and I cooked him a meal while he was look­ing at pic­tures that I had on my Adobe Light­room. He liked a lot of them, and asked me to teach him how to take those pic­tures. We sip on our wine on my bal­cony, and start­ing chat­ting again.

UntitledMunch­ing on the fresh cher­ries that I bought, we talked about our live sto­ries. John was born in Ipoh back in Malaysia, and has been stay­ing in Sin­ga­pore since. It was quite an inter­est­ing sto­ry of him­self. We had fun feed­ing each oth­er of course, with the occa­sion glance steal­ing. It was fun, and the con­ver­sa­tion was good. Cou­ple with the wine, just make the whole thing much more eas­i­er.

As the weath­er got cold, we went back in to the loft. I set up the fire­place, and we had a game of chess. I am not sure if John was real­ly that bad play­er, or he just want to let the younger boy win. I had won so many times that if we had bet to take off a piece of cloth­ing for every game he lose, I would have stripped him past 5 min­utes of each game.

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John saw my gui­tar lying around near to my bed. Yes, besides tak­ing pic­tures, I pay the gui­tar as well. John was play­ing a few of my favorite tunes. His singing along with the gui­tar was fan­tas­tic, I swear that I paid my atten­tion to his voice and his beau­ti­ful face. it got late that night, we put every­thing aside. It was too late for John to go back to Brook­lyn as well, I could have sent him back, but I sug­gest­ed that he could stay over for the night.

Sport­ing with a white brief box­er, John tug him­self in beside me on the bed. It was fair­ly cold that night (I pur­pose­ly turned down the heater) and I hugged John.

The night end­ed quite well, but I will save the details for lat­er. Till then.

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6 Responses to Meeting someone new

  1. Andrew.C May 22, 2009 at 7:42 pm #

    So sen­ti­men­tal… gosh… you make me wish i’m in your shoes. (or flip flops) lol!

    And you take real­ly real­ly vibrant pho­tos!

    • Cedric Ang May 22, 2009 at 8:54 pm #

      @Andrew.C,

      Thanks for the com­ment 🙂

  2. koala May 22, 2009 at 9:06 pm #

    haha­ha… wat can i say. now some ppl got john ale­di. waha­ha… i’m glad ur hap­py n car­ry on 🙂

  3. cyid May 23, 2009 at 5:28 am #

    lol… thanx for not mak­ing us hang on the edge of the cliff too long! 😀 Aww… shueeeeeeeeeet. John sounds like a real­ly nice guy 😀 and yeah, your pic­tures are real­ly great!

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