anak ng…

so we didn’t eat after class like we normally do.  even george marasigan said i got a bit "bigger," but in a good way, he said, like more athletic.  what the hell.  sumo wrestlers are athletes.  at hindi naman ako athlete.  and for the nth time i am not a swimmer.  if i were then heck sana triathlete na ako ngayon.  only thing that’s stopping me is my fear of swimming long distance.  in the ocean.  with the sharks. 

shouldn’t be that surprised though coz i’ve been snacking and eating more than usual.  and i feel a bit more massive.  pero nag-ballet naman ako nung weekend and i looked fine in the mirror.  well ya i guess there is some truth to the macho comments i always get.  bugbugin ko kayo lahat diyan eh.  but i didn’t feel heavy or lethargic naman dancing. 

aaaah sarap mag-ballet, to stretch out muscles that you keep contracted in wushu.  to look up and smile at the world instead of showing the judges that you’re serious and focused on what you’re doing to convince them [in vain] that you’re ready to proceed to the next routine. 

jacqui: "so she’s really making a statement showing up for training the day after laoshi left.  ayoko ng mga kadramahan na ganyan." 
dianne: "ako din ate.  pang-comedy lang ako eh."
jacqui: "ako din!"
dianne: "at pang-romansa."
jacqui: "kadiri ka dianne.  di lang pang romansa pang comedy pa!" 
together: "di lang pang romansa pang isports pa!"