Sunday, July 12, 2009

How Can I Resist?

One would have thought that at my ripe-old-soon-to-be-senile age of 40+, I would be way too old to have a crush; my heart would be as still as mirrors barring any ripples of any sorts breaking its calm and peace. But a crush I did have. And my, my, how it rippled.

I wasn't unprepared before the fated encounter. I have heard of the thrill and the dizziness. But I would very much like to know some more with my own experience, for I've yearned for another romantic fling of the kind long enough. But no anticipation would have prepared me well enough for the hold I found myself in.

The encounter totally blew me away, or rather, suck me in endless.

I was enchanted from the very first instance. Like sand slipping through my fingers, I suddenly lose control, and there's a fire within my soul that was rekindled and spread wild and crazy. It was dancing me to the top of my emotion and singing me to the deep of my passion. Like bowing before a dazzling queen, my heart was being commanded to beat fast on the highs and wrench tight on the lows at the majestic gestures. The way that I was touched, the way that I was held, I was wrapped so tight, I held my breath during most of the time. And how I was teased. As time passed, I found myself involved deeper and deeper into the romances, flowing helplessly with the tide.

It didn't dawn on me at that times, but after it ended, for days I couldn't shake off the honey-sweetness I felt in my heart. Like honey, the music of the songs we sang, the poetries of the dances we danced were sticking onto the wall of my imagination all day. And the longing feeling to be reunited again put butterfly into my heartbeat. It was then that I realized I had caught something that had not happened since my teenage years - I was daydreaming. I have had a crush.

It's almost like a dream that I've had eons ago coming back to me. I was sent back to the exuberant and hot-blooded days of my adolescent, easily captivated by the presence of beauty. I was made to feel alive by a mere thought, my mind was sending out signals of SOS from the grips it was held captive. One look into the spell I was in, the bells would start ringing and my mind would forget everything and lose itself into the whirlwind of sweet sensation again. I couldn't shake the smile off my face, and felt like dropping everything in my hands and run for our next rendezvous. I really couldn't, and wouldn't make up my mind to make it come to an end.

I was enjoying the feeling of a crush once again.

When all is said and done, I just want to express my feeling in a way that I could - thank you for the music, for giving it to me, and laying all your love on me too. This was the Waterloo to the army of my dreary days.

Oh no, Mamma Mia! Here I go again. No super trouper can save me now ...

My chiquitita, come thrills me again.

Gimme music, gimme dancing, gimme ABBA!






Here I go again!

One would have thought that at my ripe-old-soon-to-be-senile age of 40+, I would be way too old to have a crush; my heart would be as still as mirrors barring any ripples of any sorts breaking its calm and peace. But a crush I did have. And my, my, how it rippled.

I wasn't unprepared before the fated encounter. I have heard of the thrill and the dizziness. But I would very much like to know some more with my own experience, for I've yearned for another romantic fling of the kind long enough. But no anticipation would have prepared me well enough for the hold I found myself in.

The encounter totally blew me away, or rather, suck me in endless.

I was enchanted from the very first instance. Like sand slipping through my fingers, I suddenly lose control, and there's a fire within my soul that was rekindled and spread wild and crazy. It was dancing me to the top of my emotion and singing me to the deep of my passion. Like bowing before a dazzling queen, my heart was being commanded to beat fast on the highs and wrench tight on the lows at the majestic gestures. The way that I was touched, the way that I was held, I was wrapped so tight, I held my breath during most of the time. And how I was teased. As time passed, I found myself involved deeper and deeper into the romances, flowing helplessly with the tide.

It didn't dawn on me at that times, but after it ended, for days I couldn't shake off the honey-sweetness I felt in my heart. Like honey, the music of the songs we sang, the poetries of the dances we danced were sticking onto the wall of my imagination all day. And the longing feeling to be reunited again put butterfly into my heartbeat. It was then that I realized I had caught something that had not happened since my teenage years - I was daydreaming. I have had a crush.

It's almost like a dream that I've had eons ago coming back to me. I was sent back to the exuberant and hot-blooded days of my adolescent, easily captivated by the presence of beauty. I was made to feel alive by a mere thought, my mind was sending out signals of SOS from the grips it was held captive. One look into the spell I was in, the bells would start ringing and my mind would forget everything and lose itself into the whirlwind of sweet sensation again. I couldn't shake the smile off my face, and felt like dropping everything in my hands and run for our next rendezvous. I really couldn't, and wouldn't make up my mind to make it come to an end.

I was enjoying the feeling of a crush once again.

When all is said and done, I just want to express my feeling in a way that I could - thank you for the music, for giving it to me, and laying all your love on me too. This was the Waterloo to the army of my dreary days.

Oh no, Mamma Mia! Here I go again. No super trouper can save me now ...

My chiquitita, come thrills me again.

Gimme music, gimme dancing, gimme ABBA!


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11 comments:

uklizzie said...

Don't know which is more fun, the crush or the Abba songs. I suppose that depends on age group too. LOL

plin said...

The ABBA song is amazing =)
Hope you have the time of your life

RE Ausetkmt said...

JJJJJJJJ !!!!!
You Go BWOY.

is she naughty ?
well if not, she better be to hold onto you.
Glad You are having fun.
be safe and sure. ;)

Buzzing J said...

uklizzie:
The crush is on the ABBA songs, in a movie, on a scenic Greek island, with a host of charming people. It's fun, fun, fun.

plin:
Thanks. I'm sure I'm going to have the time of my life over and over again, by watching the movie over and over again.

RE:
Naughty?

Oh, RE ...

Of course she's naughty, and enchanting too. As are the three charming ladies, Donna, Rosie and Tanya, and Donna's summery daughter, Sophie, and the charismatic gentlemen, Sam, Harry and Bil, and the SONGS! Mamma Mia!

In fact everything about her (the movie - Mamma Mia!, RE) is naughty and fun. And I love it so much.

Kirhat said...

It is never too late to love someone. Having fun while doing it is just icing on the cake.

BTW, thanks for the regular drops. I really appreciate it.

Cheers!

Seek No More

Laane said...

So I assume I'm called senile, then?

Buzzing J said...

Kirhat:
My pleasure, my friend.

Laane:
Not senile! Soon-to-be-senile!!

Huge difference!

Anyway, if we can have a crush over a charming movie, I guess even soon-to-be-senile is a long way away.

:)

Anonymous said...

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Mom said...

Better to have the crush on a movie that you can watch over and over again...

Than on the person that you long desperately to spend just a few more minutes with and have no idea how or when that might happen again.

bing said...

abba songs are good songs.

this is one of a kind description for the encounter. i thought all along it's about a person.

Buzzing J said...

Anonymous:
Thank you.

Mom:
I guess so.

bing:
Hope you've enjoyed the ride!

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