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Mood: down Fact of the day: I've put my family's photographs up on the wall in front of my desk. event of the week: Ushering this weekend.
My arms are hurting very badly. Maybe it's the muscle aches from canoeing, maybe it's my old arm ailment, maybe it's rheumatism, maybe it's a combination of everything. I don't know. I only know it's hurting me. In fact, killing me.
I'm still listening to that sad sad Japanese soundtrack. It's still making me feel sad.
Anyway, what a weekend! Firstly, a very exciting and satisfying Friday at this Halloween cum swing dancing party. Solid live band music, and this enthuasiastic good swing dancing partner. I danced the whole night away and by the time I got back home, my legs were truly aching, but my blood was pumped up with the swinging blues.
Then on Saturday, we went canoeing with the Singapores visiting from Wisconsin. It was a really wonderful unique canoeing trip. I especially loved the part when I was alone in my kayak, away from everyone else, not moving my paddles at all, drifting in the lake, listening to the silence, feeling the air. It was a little too cold, especially when my lower body was practically all soaked, by the water in kayak. But it is an experience. My mind was all cleared up. Absolutely refreshing experience.
Later that night, we had a party at our house. With alcohol, and MAMBO music, though my arms were aching, I still danced away. After all, sometimes just twisting my hips create a much better effect than waving my arms. Up till about 2am, I was high, extremely happy and very excited about telling everyone about what I did. But after that, everything went down hill.....
He was half-drunk when he said it. But he meant it. I don't know what that means to me, since he doesn't appear to remember what he said. But fact is, I am very affected by it. I hate it when people "unintentionally" influence my emotions. Are they unreasonable and selfish for expecting me to be totally unaffected by what they say? Or am I being ridiculous for insisting on not letting it go? Am I being stubborn? I guess if he doesn't want to remember what happened, then so be it. But frankly speaking, my memory of the whole saturday night party is now only about that one thing he said to me.
He said, "I really like you."
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