Happy

I haven't been in love with a TV show for a long time. How I Met Your Mother doesn't count.

My new show is POBian. My Mum's friend gave us DVDs of the whole serial.

At first I thought I only liked it because it showed modern POB but now I just love the characters and storylines and the subtle humour typical of POB. (I hate shows that scream out every joke, "Look, this is funny!" which is pretty much every American show.)

This show is actually a POBian version of another country's popular show, but it's very culturally POBian.

It's about a young unattractive woman who's always been sheltered from everything and even though she's smart and kind, she's lonely. However, her intelligence and innocence and goodwill slowly starts to win people over.

The show has all the feel-good themes - friendship, family, love. It also shows sadness, frustration, unfairness and the monotony that a person can live in. Best of all, it doesn't rely on cliche plots. Romantic tension is dealt with in a realistic way and doesn't overpower the storyline.

It's also unpredictable. For example, a beauty makeover of the main character done to impress the man she likes didn't make him even bat an eyelash because in real life, unattractive people don't become beautiful just by changing their hairstyle and adding make-up.

Also, even though the main character is obviously far from a stereotypical beauty, I can't help but notice how pretty she is just because of her personality. The credit for this of course should be given to the actress who plays her. She's just so real, it's hard to believe that the character isn't a living person. (The character actually looks SO much like Nadine, it's really freaky.)

Having the whole series on DVDs is also great because I don't have to wait a week between each episode.

I had a look at the website of the American version of the series and judging by the description, they changed the plot completely to make it superficial and hollywood-like. Typical.

So I'll be enjoying my new favourite show now.

True Love

Every day I want it more and more. I don't think I can wait another year. Although, of course I will.

I guess I'm just sick of talking on the phone. It's just not enough anymore.

I remember when at the beginning I joked, "Don't worry, I won't call every day" because "every day" seemed a little too much, too weird, too clingy. Now "every day" is normal, is not enough. Missing a day means something's wrong.

The yearning is so strong and always continuous. It never seems to go away. At work, at home, everywhere else. Like two magnets that want to touch but two invisible hands keeping them apart, teasing them, not letting them.

I brought two magnets with me from POB because Ivan gave them to me. It was the only thing I had left of him and in my preteen sense of love, those magnets were a symbol.

Now, Ivan is just a distant memory but the symbolism of magnets (not those specific ones, but in general) always comes to mind. Only now they symbolise David and me.

Sometimes I feel naive happiness because I don't have past relationships to jade my view of trust and love. I'm actually glad I don't have memories of pain and disappointment. To me, the ideal of love is reality and not just a fantasy dream that's been erased by experience.

I hope and sincerely wish that it will always be this way.

It's kinda odd that I've become less cynical and 'logical' about successful relationships since I've become a part of one. Before I thought that love wasn't enough. It just didn't make sense that emotion could be stronger than common sense. I always thought that feelings couldn't be trusted because they didn't have a solid explainable base. Now I realise that it's the unjustifiable unexplainable energy that doesn't seem to stem from any rational basis that has the most power. Just wanting something is enough to make anything work.

David and I want us to work more than anything. We don't know why, we just do. So nothing like difference in religion/culture/political view etc. can be reason enough for us to stop being together. It's easier to cast a blind eye, put on rose tinted glasses, avoid the topic, pretend it's not there, anything than stop seeing each other.

Sometimes I wonder if it's fear of being alone or not finding anyone better that's the real power behind keeping us together, but then I realise that it's fear of losing the absolute best thing that ever happened to me. And who wouldn't be scared of losing their dream that came true?

The Clouds of Youth

Just got back from the dance class. Wow, it was sooooooo great! Can't wait till next week.

I was thinking that I hope I get over dancing by the time I'm 40 'cause it's not like I can go to classes/clubs then. So I better do as much dancing now as possible.

Another thing I was thinking was that one life is not enough for me to do everything I want to do.

1. Dance professionally
2. Work in film/TV
3. Write a book
4. Have an ordinary life (I can cross this one off the list)

I'm a dreamer, I know. I want to do so many things but I'm too practical and too scared to take risks 'cause I like security. And I'm not creative/clever enough to come up with amazing ideas for a book.

Yeah, excuses, excuses.

I want to be young forever.

"he suffered from what he could not help - youth"

- Diary of a Nobody by George Grossmith and Weedon Grossmith

Girls' Night In

me: wanna come over on Friday night?
April: why, is David studying?
me: no, maybe I just want to hang out with you
April: what's David doing?
me: working
April: I knew it!

So April came over. We talked for four hours straight. About the usual. Guys and relationships and friends. Typical gossip. It was great.

David called at around 8:30pm saying that he was going to finish at 9pm and if I wanted him to come over. I told him I did but I'd have to wake up early tomorrow to go to my new dance class. He said he'd just see me tomorrow night. He sounded disappointed.

It's been such a long time since I've had April over at my house. Felt really good. Her hair looked really shiny.

She told me more details of what happened with her and Praket and how she realised it's never gooing to go anywhere but she's still holding on to him as a friend because she doesn't want to go back to nothing.

Really reminded me of Max. I was on the verge on telling her but then stopped myself. Didn't want to go into it with her.

Every time she'd say "I knew I was acting irrational but I just couldn't help it" and "I just like the idea of him", I knew exactly how she felt. When I told her I sympathised, she thought I was talking about Andrew (the guy who rejected me after our first meeting). I guess Max is still a part of me I'm not ready/willing to share with her. David is the only one who really knows and who I wanted to know.

I'm looking forward to my dance class tomorrow. I really need the exercise. Sitting in the office all day with only 40 minutes to go for a walk isn't enough to keep myself fit. It's amazing how much walking to and from the train station did for my health and weight. Now that I don't have that anymore, I have to find ways to motivate myself. Dancing classes are the only thing that can make me get out of my house and exercise. Sad, I know, but what can I do? Can't change myself to find gym/running exciting.

Too bad Amelia won't be coming with me this time.

I should go to sleep now.

No News is Good News

Yesterday afternoon, David called my house.

me: hello?
D: Sky! Are you all right?!
me: fine...
D: what happened?!
me: what do you mean?
D: I couldn't reach you for 2 hours!
me: oh, oops! My phone was on silent and I forgot to put it back on
D: I called your house!
me: I went to visit my grandparents after work

[silence]

me: are you ok?
D: I was really worried. It's not like you.
me: I'm sorry!
D: hm.
me: are you still upset?
D: I was watching the news 'cause I was worried you were in a car accident after your car problems lately
me: are you serious?! You are watching the news to see if there was a car accident?!!
D: yeah...
me: did you really think I was...
D: no... but I was worried. I didn't know what to think. I called your mobile, you didn't pick up. I called your house. You're always home at this time. I was going past your work at 4pm. I was hoping we'd meet up... But I couldn't reach you... I got your voice mail. You usually call back...
me: oh my gosh, I didn't mean to make you so worried!
D: yeah, well
me: I'm really sorry! What can I do to make it up to you?
D: uhm... a piece of cheesecake.

Damn. I could've seen him last night...

I checked my mobile. 10 missed calls!!! All from him. Scary.

Went to bed at 9pm 'cause for some reason I was really tired. Once in bed, I felt restless. Couldn't fall asleep without hearing his voice. So I called him to say good night. He thanked me for calling in his cuddly teddy bear voice and said the three magic words that always bring peace and calm to my head and heart. Fell asleep in minutes.

Cocoa Life

POBian chocolate is the absolute best!!!!

A bite of heaven. A... can't think of any other metaphors.

My Mum's friend came back from POB for a little while and my grandma gave her SO much chocolate for us! I opened the fridge and a whole shelf was filled with plastic bags of different chocolates.

I don't know what it is about it but after you taste it, Australian/American chocolate doesn't taste very chocolatey. Maybe the POBian one has less milk and more cocoa. I don't know. I don't care. It's just the best taste ever.

My Dad who's also a chocaholic said to me that he was actually a little over chocolate. I couldn't believe it. I guess it takes 47 years to be over it. I have a while to go.

My brother completely doesn't care for it. Wish I was like that. It's definitely not good for me. Although it sure is wonderful for my mood. Maybe they put some drugs in it...

Ok, enough about chocolate. Talking about it won't make you understand just great it is.

Actually I miss a lot of POBian food. Especially the sweet stuff. When I go back, I'm only going to eat stuff I can't have here. Black caviar...mmm. I also miss different varieties of berries. Since I'll be there in summer, there should be plenty of them. And even though I'm not a big fan of mushrooms, they have this one sort there that I love.

You know, I'm so very excited about my trip next year. I even don't mind going with my Mum (instead of David) because we can go to the theatre and shopping.

Leaving on a Plane

Guess what everyone?

Next year I'm going to POB!!!

Don't know if David is coming with me. It's up to him. I know he wants to but it's the money problem.

I can't say I particularly want to go back there. There are hundreds of other places I'd rather go to but I feel like I should visit my grandparents who are not feeling too well.

Even though it's not my destination of choice, I'm starting to really look forward to it. A trip overseas is always exciting.

If David doesn't come with me, I'm going to go with my Mum who's going there anyway.

The trip wouldn't be long 'cause I still don't know what my job situation is going to be in a year. But I can't help but feel really excited.

And I always wanted to have an airport reunion with David. They always seems so romantic.

Hot Chocolate

David came to visit me for lunch today, after his interview.

I never saw him in professional work clothes before (a suit to a wedding doesn't count). He looked so grown-up (very hot, really). I felt so grown up - an adult couple having lunch together... visions of the future filled my mind.

He walked me back to work before he headed home to study.

That was a nice surprise as I didn't expect to see him until Wednesday.

At work, my workmates were talking about how couples often look alike because apparently we are attracted to people who resemble us. I guess it's true to an extent - take Nadine and her boyfriend, for example. They are like twins. I'm not exaggerating.

But David and I are completely opposite in appearance. I don't think there's one aspect of our looks that is similar. He's tall, I'm not. He's dark, I'm not. His eyes are small, his mouth wide... just everything. Every time we catch our own reflection, we always notice the stark contrast between us. I don't know why but I find our difference really beautiful. I love that David looks so different to me.

Like he says, the two of us can make hot chocolate.

me: I don't want to be the milk, I want to be the cocoa
David: who said you're not?
me: good
David: I'm the healthy part of the relationship and you're the yummy part

Weekend Paradise

Bliss can be one word to describe my weekend.

Three days with David is like overdosing on a happiness drug.

And that's all I will write again about my perfect weekend with David since Blogger crashed when I was publishing my very long post.

I'm very annoyed but don't feel like retyping it again.

Newsflash

Praket is bi. Lucky April.

The End Before the Start

There's been some very interesting turn of events. Not in my life but in April's.

Last week April told me she was meeting up with Praket for dinner and then go to see his new place. I didn't think much of it because even though before I would've thought this sort of outing was a lead-up to something more serious, I've learnt to know better.

Then at about 11:30pm on Sunday, I got a message from April saying that they weren't "just friends" after all. I excitedly asked her if he kissed her and she replied that he wanted to but she told him she had to think about it since she convinced herself they would never be more than just friends.

At that point, I was thinking, "silly girl!" and that she thinks way too much. She messaged to tell me she was really confused. I told her to do whatever made her happy.

All of Monday I couldn't stop thinking about what exactly happened.

I didn't have to wait long because last night she told me the full story.

What actually happened was that they were having a really good time and he kept saying how romantic the night was. She said she didn't think much of it 'cause he was always like that, or more specifically she didn't want to think anything because of her previous disappointments with him.

Anyway, later he asked her what they were doing and she said she didn't know. Then he told her how he felt, how he was attracted to her from the beginning and really liked spending time with her etc.

They got talking about whether they wanted to 'go out'. He said he wasn't 100% sure and she said she didn't want to go into it if it was going to end in 2 months. He told her to think about it on her way home and then he'd call her when she got home.

She quickly realised that she'd always regret it if she let this opportunity slip so when he called she told him she wanted to go out with him.

But he said that he talked to his cousin about everything and he wasn't sure anymore. They decided to discuss it further the next day.

Next day came and they met up for lunch. And who would believe it but he told her that he wasn't ready for a relationship and that he didn't think it would work and he was too old to try things for the sake of trying! (What an idiot.) To top this 'break-up' speech, he told her that her lack of relationship experience was a part of why he didn't want to go into it. He also said that he hoped they could remain friends but not go on their 'romantic' outings.

He might've as well stabbed April in the heart.

She said she couldn't help but wish that he'd realise what a mistake he made and ask her again so she can reject him as cruelly as he rejected her.

I really feel for her because I remember how she convinced herself that he wasn't interested in her as more than a friend and then to convince herself otherwise again, only to be played like that.

I think she's better off without this manipulator. How does someone change their mind so suddenly? If this went on for longer, his mind games could've caused a lot of damage.

April deserves someone better, someone who will accept her without relationship experience and will not worry her with quick mind changes, someone she doesn't have to be tense around.

Of course I didn't tell her this because I have a feeling they might still get together and she'd hate me then if I said anything bad about the guy now.

When we first met him, I remember David saying that guy can't be trusted.

Personally I think Praket overanalyses too much, which actually reminded me of Max. You just never knew what state of mind he'd be in.

This makes me feel so lucky to have David. His imperfections are nothing compared to other guys. I won't even go into how nice David is. He's just the sweetest, kindest, most understanding, most caring guy I have ever met.

What really made me upset about April's story was that her lack of experience was a problem for this guy. He obviously doesn't understand how sensitive we are about it. I remember how scared I was that David wouldn't want to be with me if he found out. But I didn't know then that it'd make no difference to him. He told me he liked me for the person I was now and the past was of no importance. Anyway, I'm not going to repeat again what happened that night over a year ago.

You know how when buying presents you should buy something that person will like, not what you like? Well, I believe it's the same with love. It's better to love a person in the way they want to be loved, not in the way you think is good. This was reflected in the book The Dirty Girls Social Club. One woman was loved by a poor guy. However, she didn't want to be with him because he didn't have money. Seems like a really shallow woman right? Well, that's not the point. The point is that even after several love-filled proposals and her constant rejections, he brought her a very expensive ring and she said yes. Seems like she only wanted him for the money. But then you realise it wasn't the actual money, it was what the money meant to her. And since she grew up in poverty, to her money was love.

Well, lately I noticed David started doing things he didn't before but that I really like. For example, I mentioned several times (not intentionally) that I love getting emails. So he started to regularly email me. This is just one trivial example, but there are plenty more. He might not realise this, but I notice.

Writing about him is making me miss him. He should call soon... can't wait. I never loved anyone more.

Names

David and I have a lot of things in common. Tastes in names is not one of them.

He wants to name his son: Albert/Mario/Pierre.

I mean, what the...? I'm not naming my kid after an arcade game character, a name that was popular a century ago or a gay sounding French name. Puh-lease!

In my opinion a guy needs a normal common name, not some fancy one, otherwise he'll get teased endlessly.

Girls on the other hand suit original names as it accentuates their uniqueness.

But he likes Nicole, Isabelle (ok, I guess) etc.

Fortunately we agreed on one girl's name, not my favourite but it's sweet sounding: Sofia/Sophia and it means 'wisdom'.

By the way, if you're wondering, I'm not pregnant! But knowing how long it will take us to pick something we both like, we might as well start now.

The Girl Who Cried Blog

me: what would you say if I write a book about my life and get it published?
David: depends what you write
me: I'd write whatever's in my diaries but I'd change everyone's names and sell it as fiction
David: people would still realise it's about us
me: but I wouldn't put my name on it, it'd have an alias so no one would ever know
David: that'd be ok then
me: oh cool, 'cause I already did that

David: what?! You already published a book?!!
me: maybe...
David: seriously?!
me: of course not, don't you think I'd have a copy on my bookshelf?
David: I don't know what's on your bookshelf
me: come on, when would I have done that?

me: I guess I could publish it online
David: ok
me: really? You wouldn't mind?
David: no
me: cool! 'Cause I already did that
David: ok

Do you realise that I actually told David I have a blog?! And he didn't believe me! That's just too funny. If he ever finds out, he can't say I never told him.

Another Big Move

Almost forgot to mention, I talked to Nadine on Monday (which would be the first in many months). I casually asked her if she was moving out, as a way to move on from our small-talk and she said yes!

I had the weirdest feeling when she told me, like some warm current ran through me. Nadine was about to start independent adult life too. I wonder who'll be next.

She said she was thinking about it since February and definitely decided in April.

She'll be living with her boyfriend. I asked if she was planning on marrying him in the future and she said she didn't know. I think when April asked Christine the same question, Christine said she will when she's older. I wonder if Nadine really doesn't know if she wants to be with him or if she just said that.

Wow, Nadine (just writing her name brings up so many childhood memories) is moving out. When I think about it, all my teenage years with her flicker in a second. It's like I'm flying through time back to the old never-ending days when all we did was dream about the future and in a millisecond I'm transported back into this future - the present. Feels a bit surreal. But then it always does with Nadine.

There's some weird connection between us that will never go away, even if we don't see each other for years. As soon as we talk, the same old warm feeling is brought back. Don't know what it is about her that triggers this. If I analyse it hard enough, I'll probably come up with the reason that we've had an emotional intimacy that you have with your partner.

I told David the news and he was like, "What's the big deal, it's not like they're getting married. She's old enough". It's weird for me to think of her as a 24 year old woman. I always see her as a teenage girl. Don't think that will ever change.

Anyway, I'm over the initial shock/surprise/whatever you want to call it. Life is moving and now is the time when people my age are going through big changes. I'm just happy I'm not far behind.

Latin American Love

I think I'm obsessed with Latin American culture.

Yesterday at work, I couldn't stop looking through www.latina.com. It had the advantage of being in English and had gems like "He can't dance!!! Should I leave him?" and drinking coffee as part of a healthy eating plan.

I remember David telling me that if a guy can't dance in South America, it would be really hard for him to attract girls. Wow, if only guys in other cultures were like that. I mean, it's great when a guy can dance! But obviously it's not the most important thing in a partner.

There were also several topics on the men cheating. Don't know if it's just me but it seems like a predominant trait in Latin American men (not just from that site, but other media and just from David's stories, although the cheaters that David knows are not limited to males).

Another issue I noticed was that there were a lot of Latin American teenagers who got pregnant (according to the site, it's 53%!) I noticed this recurrence from David's stories. He knows of many girls there who got pregnant 'accidentally'. I don't know, is it the lack of education or just not caring?

Moving on from the negative side, I love Latin American food! Just reading the recipes on the website made me want some, now!

Of course you all know how much I love Latin American music. This was even before I met David.

I don't know why I'm so fascinated with everything Latin American. I always had an interest in some parts but after I started going out with David, I just completely fell in love with it.

Before the Future

I've realised something in the last few days. Instead of concentrating on how much I miss being with David all the time and how much I can't wait to be together properly, I should enjoy things I wouldn't be able to when my dream comes true.

Lying in bed in complete silence, with no one snoring next to me.
Not having to be responsible for the household.
Living with my parents and brother.
Not having to compromise my way of living.
Enjoying the time I have alone to do things like blogging.

So from now on, I'll just enjoy my life the way it was for many years because pretty soon I will never have this again.

New Look

If you are wondering if my blog had been possessed by some blue pixelated alien, there is no need to worry.

My old template was giving me a lot of problems so I had to pick a new one (none of which I particularly like). So this one will have to do for now.

I'll play around with it to suit my taste when I can be bothered. The new xml and css format is too confusing to understand right now.

But look, now I have Blogger comments! Feel free to give it a test run.

It still feels weird to see these new colours after having my lovely warm but cool purple tones. I guess I'll have to get used to them!

And there I thought I'd have my original layout for all of my blog's life. Ahh...

Past Hurt Resurfaces

I read somewhere a while ago that being fired is one of the most traumatic life experiences. (The most being the death of a partner.)

As you might recall, it's almost a year since I was fired. I haven't talked about that event for a while, but it often pops up in my mind. I always tell myself that I'm much better off now and that it was for the best but that logical thinking still doesn't make that hurt go away completely.

It doesn't affect me that much but I wish that if that memory came up again, I just wouldn't care. At all. I don't want it to upset me even a tiny microscopic bit.

You might ask what brought this all on again for me to write about it. Well, yesterday I semi-accidentally stumbled on that company's website and decided to see who was working there now.

The site has been completely redesigned. It's all cool and funky now. There's a section about every person who works there, with their photo and a blurb that they wrote about themselves. There are a lot of new employees. Most of them are students (since obviously they don't have the money to pay professionals). And they took two people for the role I was in. But no more 'Marketing Coordinator' titles, they are both 'Administrative Assistants'.

Everyone's blurbs make the place sound like a really fun and exciting place to work. What an illusion.

I read Renee's blurb and she wrote, "People say that I hold this place together and it would fall apart with out me..." Typical. Up herself, as usual. She also wrote, "I never went to uni due to illness (allergic to study) and before you can say "but wouldn't you be able to get a good job?", I went on to become an Office Manager". Wow! A real achievement. She also wrote that her job involved "everything to do with running the company". I didn't know that ordering stationery and fixing the photocopier was all that was needed for a successful business.

I don't know why I should be bitter, but it's always (well, hopefully not) going to be a sensitive spot for me. To have someone like her influence me getting fired. Over freaking nothing. The injustice.

I told David about it and he said that instead of getting upset, I should laugh. Laugh that now I'm earning twice what they were paying me, and not doing any administrative work, and have great flexible hours.

I'm better off, I know it. If only my emotions would catch up to my brain.

The Next Dance

The long weekend is almost over and even though I'm getting the "end of long-weekend blues", I know there'll be plenty more in the future.

David and I visited Christine and Evan in their new home. Gosh, that felt weird. The first person in my group of close friends to move out and start independent adult life.

The place was small but Christine used her creativity to splash her taste and style to every room. She made it cosy. (David thought it was too cramped.)

When we got there (with April), Evan was in the kitchen making dinner, while looking at a huge colourful recipe book. David said, "So you're the chef today?" and Christine quickly said that she did the first part (i.e. the chopping and getting everything ready). Evan just had to put it all in the oven. David later commented that they had great team-work going. Quite surprising since April and I expected Christine to be bossing Evan around.

Claudia came a bit later (without Mike). We had a great chat-fest while David talked to Evan about finance since Evan is in the same industry that David is studying to be in. Who would've thought that my boyfriend would get along with the guy who none of us liked when we were 17 year old? It makes me embarrassed just remembering how April, Amelia, Claudia and I bitched how annoying it was that he always came on all our outings. It was hard for me to understand that Christine might always want him to come with her. I guess we just all grew up.

Dinner was wonderfully delicious! They really put effort into it. We were served spicy pumkin and sweet potato curry soup, tender lamb roast with cous cous stuffing, baked potatoes, peas and roast eggplant on the side and fruit in jelly for dessert. We were all very impressed.

When the girls and I were sitting on the couch talking, while David was keeping Evan company in the kitchen, I was filled with anxiety and panic. I freaked out. I don't know why. Maybe I was overwhelmed that I was seeing something that I so badly wanted to have (in my head) and maybe the reality was different. Maybe I convinced myself that's what I wanted when deep down I really didn't.

I imagined David and I living in that place by ourselves. It could've been the apartment that gave that sense of isolation from everything, like we'd be marooned in our own little island box, floating in between other boxes. The only thing that calmed me down was knowing that I wouldn't be doing it alone, I'd have David. I can't really feel panic if I know he'd be with me.

Maybe it's like any big change. It's a bit of a shock at the beginning but once it becomes part of your daily routine, you just accept it and it becomes the new norm. Just another chapter in life.

Speaking of new things, when I took my jacket off, David inquired if I was wearing a new top. I told him I wasn't and that he's seen it before. Then he commented that it looked really nice. I told him that's exactly what he said last time. That tiny incident makes me hope that no matter how often he sees me, he will always feel as nice as the first time.

When we left, the three of us (including April) talked about the night. David didn't think the whole (moving out) thing was such a big deal. April and I, on the other hand, were a little reflective.

After April got off the train, David said that he didn't want to live in a place that cramped. Then we talked about uhm... the future. I knew where he was coming from in regards to him wanting to find a permanent job before we take any serious steps but in my head I knew that it'd be possible for us to manage with just me working and still get the dream I always wanted (well, as close to it as possible). We were arguing over a few months difference in when we'd take that step. Well, to him it was 'just a few months' but to me it was already a year too long.

Then after a lot of discussion, he said that even though in his head he thought it'd be better to wait, he 'felt' that my way was the right way and that it would work out. I'm not the one to trust in feelings but I guess he balances that out. I'm the head, he's the heart.

I know it will be difficult at the beginning, but I reckon it's always difficult at the beginning, no matter how much money you have. I believe it's all about the attitude. If we both look at it positively, we would find a way to make it work. I told him that and he agreed.

I went to sleep very happy.

The next day, my parents left to a different city for a day with their friends so we had the whole house to ourselves. (My brother left on a trip with his friends.) We made the most of it.

He brought his books so he studied for a few hours while I cleaned and did the laundry. Then we had lunch and watched TV. After a while, he all of a sudden said, "Wanna do something crazy?" Of course I said yes. He got up and said, "Let's go dancing". I put on my shoes and we went to the city where the Latin festival was still on. So ok, it's not that crazy but it was spontaneous since he earlier said he didn't feel like going there that night.

I think when I have kids, that's what I'd miss the most. The ability to just drop everything and go where we want to.

We had SUCH a great time! We must've danced for almost 2 hours straight. We saw my brother and his guy friends later. He and his friends provided great entertainment with their pick-up ritual. David and I found the whole thing really amusing.

The guys scanned the surroundings and a group of girls nearby caught their attention.
The group of girls noticed the guys and glanced periodically in their direction.
The guys moved (subtly) over to the girls.
The girls danced (subtly) towards the guys.
The guys pushed my brother to talk to them.
Andy went for the prettiest of the bunch (exactly the way I told David he would).
Andy started dancing with the prettiest girl, chatting to her.
The other guys took the leftovers.

In a matter of minutes, one of his friends had his arm around one of the girls and wouldn't let her go for the rest of the night. I didn't see them talk even once.

Once the other guys joined in, my brother lost confidence and got quiet.

David and I lost interest after a while and just enjoyed dancing together. I had this film-like moment when we were spinning and everything was blurry except his smiling face. That was so metaphoric. (Everything's a blur to me except him, most of the time.)

Had a much better time than on Friday. The music was more enjoyable and we didn't have to worry about other people having a good time.

I was really physically tired. Wish I could dance like that every day. The most fun workout, ever! David and I are planning on taking Latin dance classes in summer. Can't wait.

When we got back to my house, he had to go. We ended up talking on the phone way past midnight after he got to his house. Obviously I miss him already.