The Valentine's Eve....And The Kiss!

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Posted by Tracy Diaz Sunday, 14 February 2010 16:18

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!

VALENTINES