| That Man in Maryland Peter John Piro was my e-pal, he was in Japan when I first wrote to him. I have always been keen to know of other races that reside in Asia and become localize. Peter first replied was from Washington D.C. with greeting on the New Year Day 2001 which I adopted in the guest book of my memoir. When he got to know of my plan to New York, he proposed to drive from D.C. down to New York to meet me? It was so easy to put it across by writing but I was doubtful of the big apple as I have no idea of the geographic location of D.C. and New York. After the second email I lost touch with Peter for a short while as he was on vocation. I heard Peter's voicemail that he will be back home on Jan 21st Sunday, but I really had no idea how to arrange to meet him due to my departing date was to fit into Fattwood's tight schedule and had not been able to confirm on any date. Somehow or rather Fattwood got my flight fixed on Jan 21st departing from Asia and arriving New York on same day. I was chilling out at home the day before departure; my head was spinning with the holiday mood. Peter was around the corner of my thought when the phone rung. Hey! It was Peter! Somehow or rather I got this insting that he was in Tokyo and I was right. I would love to add a fair bit here on my spiritual characters. Many times I found myself "knowing" things, and not knowing why. I have a special psychic abilities are phenomenal and appear to live my life accordingly to some magical laws which the majority of people on this planet have yet to learn and understand. At present I am entering a sense of harmony with the divine, a time of magic and heightened spirituality. It seems like I can able to attain unlimited spiritual attunement, where I can feel the energy of benevolent guide beings in the every center of my being. A healing is coming for those and around me. I am entering a time to assist others in transition and to make transitions myself. Peter took off much earlier on that day to airport trying to catch "a glimpse of my glamorous look " but due to his flight counter not open for check-in, we didn't meet. It was 1430 hours Japan time, I looked around for Peter at the waiting hall while on one hand I prayed not to see him as I was having very bad running nose and looked like a "murderer on the runway". While at the airport I felt a strong sense of Peter being so near and yet so far. On later part back in New York ,I realized at that same time, Peter was trying to check with the officer if possible to leave a message for me on my flight. He didn't make it, as he didn't have my full name as in passport, also on broad of my flight found 18 peoples of same surname as I. |
| It all begun like a drama in the human technology I called The Net has bring the world smaller and closer to my skin. November 2000 I ran into Frank Michael Attwood on ICQ, his email caught my attention as I recognized was from my previous work place I left 2 year ago. Frank was from the management, I had never talk to him before. Frank and I chatted awhile on ICQ and he called me from Hong Kong saying he would be arriving in Singapore for 2 days meeting. Well, life was in the beginning of spring after few years of winter. I felt something was calling in the air that was beginning to take place. It was strange but I felt powerful. The last relationship had been a bad one, I was broke lately and destruction leads to a very rough road. I couldn't imagine what would happen next. 2 days later, I met Frank and the whole of management team at Hyatt Hotel for dinner. Certainly the dinner was great, it's amazing that I have the chance to meet the team which during my days with the company, there were rarely any chance to say hi. Frank was concerned and he asked me about my leaving of the company, my career and my life later. We had a great conversation and very heart warming indeed, that night I slept in his apartment, we had good wine and chatted till morning. Properly slept about 4 hours and Frank left for work; he trusted me to stay back and continoued my sleep. Very soon Frank left. Altthough it was only a short 2 days I felt sad to leave him. On one of Frank's email he mentioned "give up all your problems and come over to New York. You can stay in my apartment here as long as you like till you get sick of seeing me," I really doubted what was Frank'sintention? "I can help you get a job there if you like New York, or if you think you want to sell chicken rice here I can finance you." I hesitated the offer for a while but didn't refuse as I wasn't even sure what I wanted to do! Career and relationship was zero! Frank did flew me to New York although the trip was more like look see, searching and had no definite answer. I had about US$350 cash from Frank to survive during the day while he was at work.Cheers Frank!. |
| Touching New York 14 hours flight from Tokyo to New York was no fun with running nose on, I wish I could turn off the "tap". Sitting in the aisle seat next to a Indian man with hair and teeth all white, staring at me as if he found the murderer and eager for ransom. Across the beautiful horizon of nowhere in time zone, we were both sleeping and woke up only when meal was served. I noticed the Indian tried to steal the look on my face, maybe he was trying to confirm if I was the right murderer or a super model? About 4 hours before landing in JFK airport, the Indian woke up from his "nightmare" and found the sweet looking murderer still blowing nose. He smiled and greeted me warmly, I noticed he was cold so I handed over the extra blanket for him in exchange for his sweetness. This began our conversation, which made the journey warmth and nice. New York was freezing cold about 3 degree Celsius.The weather was bad and the plane was delayed due to snow on runway and while wiating for clearence. the plane was circling above Long Island. Frank waited 1-1/2 hour and was worrying sick because I had given him the wrong flight details to Boston! I took my first step out of the airport and the cold wind welcome me to New York. Hop into Frank's Mercedes and was fast out of scene. Hmm...not sure if any of my fans were waiting in Boston? |
| Days in Brooklyn Knowing well Fattwood likes me a lot more to invite me for this trip, I was very worry. He has been very nice to me all along, although that was only our third meeting but my heart felt it. I tried to reach Peter the first thing in the evening trying to make necessary arrangement to meet him and I was very bad, knowing Fattwood could be called up for work elsewhere anytime, I prayed hard I wouldn't stay too long in Brooklyn with him. During the day, I would spend most of my time alone as Fattwood was working. I walked the entire downtown to uptown of Brookly; looking into every corner of the street trying to imagine a place for my chicken rice stall. I was suffering from virus flu, most of the time I would rest at the apartment. In the evening, Fattwood would pick me up across Manhattan for dinner and he would take me round to some interesting places. Jan 25th Thursday I woke up as early as 0630 hour tacked along Fattwood's car to Madison Avenue in Manhattan. Most shops were closed; tall buildings and offices which made the skyline and heavy traffics.Gosh! Found my head spinning round and round like crazy. I walked from First Avenue to Lexington up to Sixth Avenue, everything you would see was about it and I become fast tired of it. New York was too congested for me. Time was passing by so slowly. I had this early lunch appointment with my penpal Jorge from New Jersey, but it was still too early for lunch. It was terrible to find myself caught in the pouring snow, feeling tired, sick and hungry. I walked aimlessly like a zombie then I heard my phone rang: "Hi Fran," "Jorge?" I replied, "No, this is Peter..." Oh! I was expecting Jorge to have called instead. Goodness! I was without a greatcoat and the cold soaked into my skin, I couldn't feel my tongue working properly while talking to Peter. Not sure if he ever felt talking to a mental retardation patient? Nevertheless, the called was sent from heaven at that precious moment. I did met Jorge for lunch, then rest in his office in one of the buildings of Second Avenue where I found myself in the 36th & 38th floor, that I saw in my vision back to October 2000 where my friend Kelvin conducted a hypnotize session on me. |
| Meeting Fran with Peter After spending 5 nights over in Brooklyn with Fattwood, I felt guilty and the urge to speak to him that I felt more like a father figure with him. I appreciate him for his great heart but I was right about my feeling, I didn't want him to feel that I was making use of him for a free ride. I simply love Fattwood with no intention. January 26th Friday Morning flooded with brightness, waking up at 0600 hours and was too excited to see Peter. I jumped up of the bed and quickly hop into the washroom with dancing mood. Fattwood sent me off to Penn Station for the train and his last word to me was "you take care and please remember me ya?" I kissed him good bye and on same day Fattwood left for Hong Kong. I have never been alone in a train in my whole life, was rather worried on how to get around and the destination. I missed Fattwood for the first time, think of whatever land I would land on I own this trip to him. Peter was slightly late to pick me up. I was thinking about what should I do when I see him? Hmm... should I hug him or shake his hand? Then I saw this guy in cool running with a bright and colorful windbreaker, he applied his emergency break when he saw me. I recognized it was Peter. We both say "Hi", but to break the first time barrier I asked: "So should I hug you or just shake your hand?" Peter spread his wing like Virgin Mary to a child. D.C. is a beautiful place and I fall in love with it immediately. We drove up to Maryland, have our Tempura Udon, and strolled a little on the street. And as Peter and I both have been sick for the past week, we decided to rest at home and party at night. Peter appears to be much smaller in size then in picture, I think he is photogenic. He is soft spoken and very gentle, after spending some 7 years in Japan I found him much like Asian. I was very comfortable with him; it was different from Fattwood although I just met Peter. We were at the World Bank party held every last Friday of the month. I met some acquaintances of Peter, some associated with him in his university days and some were his old friends like David and Tedd. Among those some were misfits in my circle of friends but it was more like people to people chemistry, the direct feeling towards a person. I don't like putting on mask just seeing people act. I would rather draw upon life. Slowly we sneaked into the crowd and whilst everybody was dancing like crazy we were on our waltz, we moved in space with minimum waste and maximum joy. Disco lights and business nights. We talked, we whispered and we kissed, there was no place for beginners or sensitive hearts, when sentiment was left to chance. There was no place to be ending but somewhere to start. Jan 27th Saturday Peter and I both woke up late, he didn't sleep well. Properly too excited over the night with a sexy body beside him. I had a quick washed up while Peter continued his sleep. Peter's apartment was in a big mess due to his entire year 2000 was 70% on the road and when he was home it was just so lazy, catching up with friends, many arrands and works to be continued. So I spent the entire day cleaning up his apartment. Tedd called up in mid afternoon; he was arranging the most interesting peoples from all over D.C. to meet up in the evening including the "President Clinton"! My trip to D.C. was more like enjoying life with Peter rather than sight seeing. We were both sick for the last whole week so we decided to rest and relax while Peter at the same time was catching up with his works from home. We took time off making love, chit chat, ghost stories, watching video, playing with each other and were connected like peanut butter and jelly, salt and pepper, night and day, plus and minus. I had kept Peter whole during my short stay in Maryland, would allow him enough time to rest, focus in his work and not being worry about my presence. January 31st Wednesday Times passed so silently fast. Peter was preparing to fly over to Boston for work and it was also time I needed to go back to New York and back home. That last morning, I woke up with a dark sky above me. Yet this eerie sense of darkness to come persisted as though the ground beneath the bed might turn to quicksand as I trod upon it. I turned around looking at Peter, he smiled at me like Virgin Mary to a child. "You are like an Angle," Peter said. With one hand stroking my face, I felt bitter sweet "you have come to me and like a seed planted into my heart". I hate to be departed with Peter when love was in the beginning. As the afternoon wore on, was rushed hours for us. Peter was catching up with his works and I helped packed his luggage. We steal the last moment making love again and Peter sent me off to Union Station, the same place where we met and now we depart. My thought was deep and sad. Death, the gray mocker came and whispered, reminded me of a beautiful winter. |
| In the Deep Ocean of Brooklyn Under the harvest moon, when the soft silver drips shimmering over garden nights, heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes and stirs fantasies. This night in Brooklyn was terribly lonely, trying so hard to put Peter out of my mind. Peter didn't say a word on this relationship, yet on this human world, I felt my heart must be answered. Guardian Angel! Grant to me your glory! My heart was sinking every moment till Peter called from Boston.That was indeed an unparalleled delight! When dawn arrived, I found my soul next to Peter! Awaken to realize it was only a dream arousing from sleep with heart in my throat. February 2nd 2001 It rained heavily on my last night in New York. It was so cold and I was sick again, and in this labyrinth, where night was blind, alas, Peter was all I desired to be with. My spirit was sunken, helpless to resist. Night unfurls its splendor, hard as lighting soft as candlelight. In the dark it was so easy to pretend that the truth was what it ought to be. When Peter called again, tears were like the glory stream from heaven afar, with the dawn of redeeming grace. "Fran, I want you to listen", galvanized by the authority in his voice "remember what I am going to tell you. Think of us being together; remember the passion that we have shared, the fun and the nonsense, the things that we have done, think only the happy moment, feel happy and positive about it." In this darkness which I cannot fight, silently my senses abandon my defenses. Let the dream begin, let the darker side give in. Oh God! Be thou with me, as I awaken; and claim my soul when I arise. After a miserable while, I pretended indifference gave way to the real thing, I wished Peter's love for me could be stronger but on what ground I stood for the 5-1/2 days in D.C.? February 3rd Saturday As I was on my way home, I listen to our secret theme, to mediate on the warmest dream. So caring is my love, that my present distress, minds hard-heartedness less than the thought of its loss. Peter please take care when I am not around. So soon when the winter will be over and spring arrive, so soon we shall meet again. Love, with little hands, comes and touches with a thousand memories and asks beautiful, unanswerable questions sealed with this Twist of Fate in USA. |
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| February 1st 2001, 1615 hours, I begun my writing on this page in Brooklyn - New York, on this beautiful mid afternoon in a cozy apartment with sky roof just above me. The twist of fate of my life, I'll take you to the movie begin with a Singapore Girl and her lover in Chevy Chase - Maryland. |
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