I asked myself last night, “What’s in this Valentine’s eve?”, as I showered off humming songs which lyrics I couldn’t really recall.  But, everything went fine because, when I stepped out of the bathroom, I found myself humming more songs as I readied to dress up.  Gee! I was excited, thrilled to bits about this V-day eve thingy. And then, I paused and wondered a bit how this excitement got into me.

            The week before, I received an invitation to go outskirt of Bangkok.  It was an invitation delivered with gusto as if there was an assurance that I would grab it all at once. But, my goodness! Feb. 12 oh-ten fell on a Friday. How could it be possible to escape work?  I considered some facts:

1- I had never been absent in all my entire life at work;

2- I had never intruded in my day-to-day weekday routine, i.e. work, work and work;

3- (And this is the biggest) I had pledged to myself never ever to open my heart again. 

            Oops!  So, I turned the invitation down only to be re-invited at once.  The turning down and the re-invitation happened simultaneously so there seemed to be no escape!  I immediately went into frenzy inside.  I tried to grope for an excuse because the re-invitation was abrupt and, err…kinda untimely, plus unexpected.  I couldn’t say no so I felt the chill to give in.  My heart pounded like it was being hammered down to pieces.  I just froze and stared then switched my eyes to the sky where I saw a sorta message that said, “Stare back!” and so I did.  And then, I uttered this, “Of course, why not?” with my eyes shining like the stars I just saw in the sky.   “I would break the eve and greet the world ‘Happy Valentines’ as you said.”, I heard myself added.

            And, tonight is gonna be a good night.  That’s a song alright.  My life is magically being turned to oceans of humming and singing, duh!  As I peep in the mirror, I see hesitation.  Some blemishes of sort appear on my flawless face, protruding in my soul, telling me something might not be right.  Am I afraid?  No, I am just hesitant – hesitant that this nasty feeling will drive me crazy and let me go astray?  And I hate it, but I sorta love it.  Who won’t anyway?

            No matter how much I deny it, it seems that I am being entrapped to this measly thing called L-O-V-E.  Hit big time! Like a hurricane or something.  It has swept me away like I have never been before.  I have never imagined giving myself difficulty, but look at me now.  I am picture of a confused soul, but a happy soul.  Yes, a confused and happy soul.  The confused goes first, mind you – at least in the beginning,

            The night went on with my hair growing longer because there were the usual tickling to a joke and the playing of “You Belong With Me” by my fave Taylor Swift.  It wasn’t a secret to him that I loved that song a lot.  He knew it and he kept on singing along while pushing his face to mine as the chorus went “Been here all along…So, why can’t you see…You belong with me…”  I wanted to sing back with the same lyrics, but the night was still young and I wasn’t too drunk to give back.  But, hell yeah, it was already Valentine’s Day coz my watch displayed oh-one-three-oh, and  I was still with him!  We were jammin’ and drinkin’ like this day is the day of something worth jammin’ and drinkin’ for.  What the heck! 

            And you know what, I could still remember, even I was already drunk, that we were exchanging bar chows.  He put one in a stick and extended it to my mouth.  I grabbed it with my tongue and caressed the meatball before munching it with grace.  I wasn’t giving a signal, excuse me.  I was just doing it normally!  So normal, that I had to put a chow in a stick and return the offering-to-mouth kinda thing.  This act went on and on the whole time.  I couldn’t remember anymore how many times I went back to the time when I was still wearing a pigtail.

            This is a story of my valentine experience which I like to bury myself because it is crazy.  So crazy that, if you will ask me right now how I feel, I will start telling you a litany.  How could I ever forget the kiss that landed on my red-soaked cheek?  I was drunk but still astute.  I knew whose lips they were!  

            Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! 

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