Thursday, September 18, 2014

Fading in, before fading out


So it was the boyfie’s special day yesterday. Woke up early to have breakfast with him. Though I did promise I would post these pictures before his birthday ended, our home broadband (and mobile hotspot) service failed to cooperate. In any case, it’s still dark right? So it’s still his night.


In the past I would grit my teeth in frustration whenever things do not align as I see fit. Now I don’t mind as much. A sure sign of growing older and wiser?


I know this entry’s title sounds morbid, but doesn’t that make celebration all the more poignant?


Anyway, thought I’d wear my current favorite brogues to meet my beaming boyfie.


Would have spent the entire morning with him (he works nights) if only it wan’t a busy day – and what a day it was!


A colleague, who celebrated his birthday just this Monday had to go on leave, another was still in Hong Kong, and my only late-afternoon companion had to leave early. So I guess it was my turn to get stuck under an avalanche.


Looking back, of course, I appreciated the morning more than the rest of the day. Wasn’t it cool that my shoes matched the boyfie’s skinny tie? (No, I think he gets more sleep than I do – his own workmates just thought it cool to apply eyeliner to the birthday boy. Early Halloween, maybe?)


My above cameos were intentionally blurry because that’s how I savour the morning. Our couple photos were not focussed because I think I harassed the waiter too much at the diner. In any case, I think we see each other better than how others may perceive us.


(A bit agitated here. Notice that I was about to reach out for my DSLR and give more directions? JV is more patient – most times, that is.)


He was the one who took this picture. Funny, thinking now, that I was seated at a Claw Daddy table and he on one of the al fresco chairs at Italianni’s. Need I say more about how our personalities differ?


I owe you an entire weekend soon. Maybe in October when I can try to excuse myself from Sunday work.


Guess who between us is more mischievous.


This could have been his best picture this morning, but then again it turned out out of focus. The best moments, anyway, have always been off-blog. Between us. No matter how many pictures we take of each other and publish publicly.


It always feels like morning when I’m with you.

Polo shirt, Michael Bastian x Uniqlo
Trousers, Workshop
Belt from an Italian market
Pullover, Gap
Brogues, Bruno Magli, thrifted

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