Good Day

It was a good day, Australia Day.

I can remember the sun was shining over the harbour, the sky was blue, the water was blue with the white lines by the racing boats, we were on top of the Pylon of the Harbour Bridge overlooking the race and loved the feeling of sweat from my hot body.

I remember we were sitting in the shade having a short "nap", and when I opened my eyes, there was the dream-like pink smoke by the parachute landed on the water; and the big Australia flag over flowing the Opera House.

I remember the crowd, colorfully dressed with the patriotic theme, people of all shapes and different appearances that normally can't be seen in a normal day, which made me wonder if those people only come out once a year, but I enjoyed watching them and felt very much amused.

I remember of course the fireworks over the water in Darling Harbour, just as it is called - spectacular. The line of boats with their sail opening up and lighted with coordinated changing colors, with the fading music and the balmy summer evening as the background, it was almost like a moving poem. And when the fireworks sparked and soared to the sky from the little platforms on the water, one highlight after another, like roars of laughters putting on a show shared by the happily entertained audience.

Yes, it was a memorable day, we were out for 12 hours and walked the whole city for 10 kilometers. What I didn't let anyone know was that I was not feeling well, or I was actually sick.

I was with a great guy whom I don't know too well, I felt too embarrased to tell him I was sick so I didn't say anything. What I didn't realise was that we would have been out for so long - I love it totally, from the bottom of my heart, and honestly was ok even not feeling so fit that day. But I didn't have the energy to engage in lively conversations, my brain wasn't working and I couldn't think and be witting or chatty.

If that's not embarrassing enough, along the day and the different venues, there were more and more people joining us, people who are his friends, people whom I met for the first time, and who speak a different language between themselves. On top of that, they were hinting and joking that I was the girlfriend! I would be over the moon if that's true, but I don't think I get any signal from him that he likes me anything more than a normal friend. I wish the earth opened up a hole at these moments and I could dive in hiding there. If only I knew, if only I knew I would meet new people and have the image of a gf, at least I would have wear something less casual, or maybe I could have planned to leave home a bit later, or think of some other ways to overcome my unfitness for that day. I could have been much better prepared, I could have made my friend very proud.

In most cases, I give people very good first impressions. If I'm not feeling myself, I would avoid meeting new people. In this case, it's not about me at all, I feel very guilty of causing my friend the embarrassment. I apologize if his friends wonder why he has such a boring girl as a friend.

I hope I won't lose the friendship that is still so fragile and hasn't have much chance to develop.

And I want to thank him for a good day, if not for him, I wouldn't have been to so many activities, and I enjoyed them, even without being able to express the enjoyment in words. Because of the lack of energy, it felt like I was walking in a silent dream, I was happy but silent, I can't remember much what people were talking, but what was vivid in my memory was the images, the color, the adorable summer heat, and the happy feeling of being surrounded by nice people.