a beautiful mess « Land of the Crimson Sun

A couple of months ago (I might have told this story), a few friends of mine got together and we went to Ginza, and had a really nice time relaxing at a tea parlor.  Actually, before we got to said relaxing part, I was usually pissed off.  This was mainly due to the fact that almost everyone was speaking Spanish – even though they knew I was around and can not understand a word.  My amazing friend, Em, saw how upset I was becoming, said some stuff and calmed me down immediately .

Now, this certain memory came up today as I was eating lunch.  (Or a rather late lunch.)  I had just gotten out of my grammar class with Marga and Al when we saw the other Spanish teachers.  Now, Marga and Al are both friends with those teachers, so it makes all the sense to sit with them.  This started the language barrier.  This time, I wasn't upset; I was easily amused by the people doing yard work outside and continue on my meal.  So, let me get to the point of this: the last night Em was in Tokyo – Marga and I hung out with him.  He was still in the mist of packing, (the horribly messy person he is), and I was sitting on his bed trying to say something meaningful.  At one point, he stopped what he was doing, looked at Marga and said, "Make sure when you guys get together to not speak so much Spanish when Chen (me) is around.  You should speak English so she'll understand too."  I couldn't do anything but smile at him.  He didn't have to stay that, but it was amazing that he remembered.

This was this another time, Al and I had met up early in the morning to go to the gardens and to Odaiba.  Because we spent too much time at a restaurant, by the time we reached the garden, it was already closed and the ferries to Odaiba was closing too.  Al and I walked ended up walking around mindlessly.  I have to admit, I was pretty pissed at this moment.  We met up with Em much later, he brought us to Odaiba via Rainbow bridge train and I had an amazing time.  Em has this ability to just diffuse the tension and make everything okay again.  It's times like this when I miss him the most.

But oddly enough, when he left, it didn't feel definite.  It feels like I'm going to be seeing him in a few months.  And although I don't know when we'll meet, I am sure we will see each other again. Share this: StumbleUpon