Monthly Archives: March 2012

hands, feet, rhyme, rhythm


(copyright 2011 So You Think You Can Dance)

There are rare times that I wish that I were more devoted to dance than to poetry. There are rare times that I would fantasize about my life taking a different route. What if I did not join the Creative Writers’ Guild in high school and opted to be part of the Dance Club? What if I did not focus on the kids from the orphanages in college and focused more on winning a slot in a dance organization (read: What if I decided to become selfish?)? What if I’d known about Makiling School for the Arts just in time for my mother to consider enrolling me?

I would probably be dancing now, and at night, I would be writing about my frustrations, the choreography, the weightlessness I would feel from a routine. Aaaaaand see here! I go back to writing even as I fantasize about dancing. I am doomed to remain Writing’s mistress forever.

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thoughts while taking a break from work

(this doesn’t presuppose that I have been productive)

– March is for contemporary jazz dance. I enrolled in a class. Our teacher’s name is Mervin. He is male, and he can do the side and front splits. What a darling.
– Our piece uses Adele’s Someone Like You. Right now, the choreography that we know is for the first and second stanza, but we’ve been panting like racehorses. I’m scared to find out the choreography for the chorus. I’m more scared to perform. My body creaks and howls in the right places, and I and my body are enjoying the workout.

Knee pads required!
– It is cruel to be kind.
– I have finally done what I’ve been postponing to do. A doctor from St. Luke’s diagnosed me, and now I have answers to my questions, but more questions are looming. Blue pill or red pill? 🙂

And now back to regular programming. I will try to post a more coherent set of entries soon.