Friday, June 8, 2012

that ooomph!

I just would like to share my most fondest (redundant, yes) memory to date.

It was Valentine's day this year. E and I spent it in Dakak Park & Beach Resort. We share a mutual love for the resort for reasons we can't quite point ourselves....perhaps it's the isolation? the white sand? the proximity? Although many might not agree with the latter. It is after all a 9-hour bus ride away :-)

Anyhow....February 14. Dinner at the resort's restaurant by the beach. I wore this flow-y maxi dress that made me feel like I'm a Greek goddess. The food, the ambiance, the wait staffs who tucked flowers in my ear, the table-hopping serenade...they all made me melt. Right after dinner, E and I went up the deck of their Pirate's bar. It's a ship-shaped bar of sort. There's a lonesome acoustic guitarist/singer entertaining no one but himself. Yep! Solo, no audience whatsoever. About this time most of the guests had been ferried to Fantasyland, an amusement park much like Enchanted Kingdom. So it's almost like we had the resort to ourselves! Ain't that lovely?

We bought cocktails. Relaxed, calm, loving...were our feelings. The weather was good...we had the moon and the stars and an acoustic one-man-band solely entertaining the both of us.

Then...

E surprised me by asking me to dance. I mean, he's not the kind to just randomly do things like that. He's reserved and always too embarrassed to do anything that attracts attention. So I actually just replied with a smile. I thought he's kidding.

No, he wasn't kidding. He stood and asked for my hand in the most gallant manner. haha. I stood, still not believing it's happening. The last thing I noticed was the song changed to Unchained Melody and the eyes of some of the wait staffs from the restaurant below.

We danced. Our first real dance. My first real dance. I almost want to cry. I'm too inlove.

Then we goofed for a bit and sat down after about two songs.

So yeah, that did it. I wished the night never ended. The night almost did not end :-)


blog traffic

It's amazing what a broken heart can do to your writing passion. I reviewed the posts of my other private blog...posts from many, many moons ago. I'm overwhelmed by how much I was able to convey my "feelings" into words. No happy thoughts there, though. It's sad, melodramatic, and, well, a bit bitter. I had to hide them as I no longer see them fit. I find comfort in putting them in my past, un-revisited.

This I came to understand over the years...when a woman is full of sorrows, her blog receives traffic!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

reload

i'm back from slumber. been to the moon and back. i'll start with my kuris-kuris here again. putting my thoughts into words gives me, um, serenity. either it'll be read or not, it helps to put my words into, er, words. what am i saying? ugh. i'll try again tomorrow.