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Baby, don't say goodbye.

about me.
Hi. Christine. 18 and Happy. Makati Science High School Alumnus. Currently a Miriam College student.
MIRIAM COLLEGE PEP SQUAD. Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals.
I have high expectations. I am A LIMITED EDITION. I have dreams, A LOT.

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Wednesday, October 13, 2010 { Wednesday, October 13, 2010 }







After 5 PEP TRAINING-LESS days, here we go again.
What a WELCOME BACK GIFT of 15 rounds of jogging around the field, 100 situps, 100 v-ups, 100 push-ups, 60-second handstands, handstand walks, 5 minute SPLIT on both sides, l-kicks, elbow kicks, brige stays, and THE KILLER: MINUTES OF STRADDLE OVERS. :| :( and many many more. DEFINE HELL :|


I felt sad for my  pepmates who just recently got their BELLYRINGS (wow i want one but i have a really strict mom and besides i wont be able to handle the pain so NEVERMIND) because we had banana swings and their navels were squished like lemons for a glass of lemonade. :| DAMN IT. :| Coach mad eus do it for so many times like a hundred or more. I always count one to one hundred during training. I REALIZED, JUST NOW. TEEHEE :)) 


There are so many UNFINISHED dances, its getting hard to memorize the steps. Anyway, no pressure at all. Its just that my enemy is the tiring MOMENTS, THE UNBEARABLE PAIN and the never ending SWEAT DROPS. :( and not even an HOUR break,  just 45 mins or sometimes LESS. :|


Sometimes I just ask myself.. WHY AM I STILL DOING THIS? When I can say.. I QUIT I QUIT. NO. QUITTING WILL NOT DO ANYTHING GOOD TO ME. Will I just throw away the numerous hours of PAIN for time to rest? My friends support me and im doing this not only for my squad, not only for my school, not only for mom and my friends but for myself. TO FILL IN MY NEEDS OF DANCING BECAUSE THIS KEEPS ME ALIVE. DANCING IS A PART OF MY SYSTEM, YOU CANNOT TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME. :"> THIS IS WHAT I DID IN EXCHANGE OF BALLET. and I will make it worth it.


I miss my lifters. I miss being able to fly, toss and everything. Everytime our flyers would show fear, I would say to myself, I would just straighten my legs if I were them. I miss flying and smiling. I hope ate sol and ate zooey trains again. 


CONCERT IS FAST APPROACHING. :)
Im excited to see TEACHER PETER ONCE AGAIN. YIPPEEEE :">