more colorful than the rainbow

october. one of the months most young people in the philippines await for. after all, it is octoberfest a.k.a beer fest. everywhere you go where there are bars, beers would be overflowing. beers would be cheap.

one fortunate day in this blessed month a few years back, there was this bar opening in libis and i was invited and given 5 extra tickets. what do you do with so many tickets? naturally you give it to friends. so there we were at the bar co-owned by one of the well-known actors in the country. it was fun. but there could only be so much you can take of the celebrity crowd. there's only so much worshipping you can do. and i believe that THAT you can't do all night. so what else was there left? bar-hopping. we started bar hopping. hoping to find that crowd of mere mortals but the fun ones. in our quest of that particular place, we were able to go to 3 more bars before we ended up in the bar we most frequent because of its band and dance floor.

THAT was fate's doing i guess. because you know what? that decision, to go where the familiar is, was how we met. so there we were, a group of femme fatales (don't react. you wouldn't notice us if we weren't) walking inside the bar with so much confidence in their god-given attraction that they didn't even notice the mere mortals gawking. aahhh...now you caught me. the reason why we didnt want to stay in the celebrity world was because in there, we would be the mortals gawking but in here with the mere mortals, we were the celebrity being gawked at. isn't the world nice?

and so my friends and i were dancing and just having a good time. then this pesky little man kept dancing in front of me and no matter where i turn, there he would be, attempting to dance and sneering. what an a*$! And suddenly, you, my knight in shining armour (well, not really shining, was it?) appeared by my side and asked me ever so politely if i was okay. And of course, independent woman that i was, answered 'i can take care of myself' ever so rudely. not even thinking twice of how much courage it took for you to even be there asking me in that concerned voice. i turned my back on you and danced away. but, you, my persistent knight never did once gave up. after a few songs and beers, i was tipsy. when i came out of the washroom and the dance floor was so crowded that i couldn't even reach my table without stepping on all those mortals faces, you caught up with me and told me to have a seat at your table first. i so wanted to just lie down and sleep right then and there. i never did thank you for that, did i? but just because i was tipsy, didn't mean i'd stop dancing altogether. so after a moment's rest, i got up and went back to dancing with my friends. and i don't know how it happened but your friends and mine ended up dancing with each other. i can't remember dancing with you though but then again, i was slightly drunk. you guys were like high school students on the pretense of being college students. i didn't believe you were of age because all of you looked so young. or maybe i just thought that because of your heights. you guys were shorter than us. one of your friends who was overconfident hooked up with one of my friends and you ended up sitting with us.

i didn't give you much notice when you gallantly asked me if i was okay at the dance floor but when you sat on our table and you looked so shy and so out of place and so weird out? that right then was when you started worming your way into me. it was so endearing to watch that despite you being uncomfortable you still stuck with your friend who was flirting relentlessly with mine. you never once left your friend's side. my friends and i just watched you and observed you and pardon me, at times laughed at you. we weren't undermining you or anything, you were just so... delightful to watch.

so when the night almost ended and you guys said your goodbyes, i felt a pang of emotion i couldn't quite place. it was as if, watching you playfully wasn't enough. but as i was one of the liberal-looking-yet-inside-quite-conservative girl, i would have never in a million years made the first move. it was a good thing that before you went out the door, you stopped by my side and again ever so politely asked if you could have my number. normally i don't give out my real number but for that night something told me to make you an exception. a decision made that to this day i am thankful for.

the next day onwards we sent messages to each other. we sent emails to each other. and if our phone credits permit, made calls to each other. we met almost everyday. got to know each other. laughed at each other. laughed with each other. danced together. went to places together. learned about each other. liked each other. hated each other. fought with each other. fought together against others. doubted each other. believed in each other. push each other away. encouraged each other. prayed together. prayed for each other. talked about everything. lied about some things. forgave each other. created wonderful memories together. lived together. lived apart. loved each other.

this was the beginning of our intricately made love story. and up til now, we are still continuing our journey. our journey to discover things about each other and about the world. our journey together in love. our life together.

my life which has always been colorful but it has been made more colorful the moment you entered it.