My 2013 Summer Dance

I am honestly torn between my love for NCR and my home province. I mean, it will be three years that I will be staying in Manila and the adventures I experience are way more fun here than the ones I repeatedly do at home. Or maybe it's just my "teen" spirit. Or maybe part of me says that my "home" is here now? I myself am confused.

It's funny how I begin writing my first blog because I can't access facebook, or any social networking sites for that matter. Not even youtube or slideshare! Well, it would be a little productive even if most of what I will write may contain really useless and boring stuff. And maybe because I know I'll be the only one reading it someday when I'm sitting in a wooden chair with very thick eyeglasses and almost bald head and say, "Gee, was I really that bored when I was young?" But anyway, i would like to think that it can also contribute to my writing skills (if I have any) and my typing speed of course. Okay, you can stop reading now. I know you're bored.

But hey, that may be a reason for you to keep reading anyway. So here it goes.

I just got home in Bacolod around 4th or 5th of April. After around a week, I realized that I could apply for a scholarship in my university. I knew well I am really bored at home. I was so used to studying and traveling that I just couldn't bare sitting and eating at home and just being unproductive there. I knew I had to do something. Then came an inspiration, a eureka moment. Why not go back to Manila and apply for the scholarship and have a summer job? The experience could be worthwhile. So I called my parents and told them and thank God, my aunt funded my ticket back here. So here I am now.

I had to sleep in the condominium of my mom's friend since I checked out of the dorm. I knew I had to adjust and thankfully, everything went well. My mother's friend, Evelyn, had a sister Lily and they were both very hospitable to a point that they treated me like I was part of the family. Now here comes the exciting part.

Dr. Jojo, their nephew was going to celebrate his birthday at a certain restaurant around Malate. I was invited. When we got there, I was very impressed because the place was very "Filipino". There were music playing, the waiters and waitresses dressed in Filipinana costumes and the place had an ethnic aura. The name was Zamboanga restaurant. I didn't focus much on the food--which was really expensive--but turned my attention to the music and people around me. I was so eager for the performance on stage and hoped that I would witness an ethnic dance from the South since I saw the instruments on stage. When an announcement was heard that a dance was to be performed, I was very excited. Then the dancers came and did their thing. I was at the front and saw their facial expressions and movements. Then there was a point that a couple was to dance in the stage, like an Ibarra and Maria Clara, and I immediately noticed the extreme charisma of the male. he was indeed handsome that it was difficult for me to avoid looking. Then as the night went on, different dances were performed and I was waiting for him to appear on stage. Whenever he did, I would smile and avoid his gaze when he sees me looking. I was contented to be just on my seat and clap my hands when a dance was finished. However, there was a twist. After their last dance, he immediately approached me amidst all the dancers and people in the restaurant and told me to dance with him on the stage. I did not hear the announcement because I was too dazzled when he was approaching. I then wen to the stage and we both danced Tinikling, the national dance, and it was the most beautiful dance I have experienced. It was also my first time to dance Tinikling. I only wish I were an expert at that dance to avoid looking at my feet due to the fright that it may be squished by both bamboos as we held hands. I guess it was his smile that captivated me. Yep, it was definitely the smile.

I wanted to ask his name or maybe take a picture with him but I was too shy. And now, I have no idea who he is, or where he lives or even find him on facebook. He remains just this mystery man in my life. If only I had a little courage. But Filipino customs forbid me to be so daring as to do such an action. The male is the first one who should always approach a woman. It never goes otherwise. Or does it?

Sometimes I think that he was just compelled to do it anyway. I was literally at the front and inviting me would reduce the difficulty of inviting other people from farther tables. Also, he had to do it. It was part of the performance. I wonder how many ladies he had already invited to dance with him and asked for his name or post on facebook about how they were invited to dance by this really cute guy. In the end, it is just another fairytale because no one really knows the ending to those childish stories as much as I would never know the ending to mine.

He was the first guy to invite me to dance on stage. I, at least, am thankful for that.