NOSTALGIA♥

Thursday, October 21, 2010 { Thursday, October 21, 2010 }

Training is still and forever will be the most intense thing in the world. I dont like it when im forced to dance the same old thing over and over again. I dont like dancing a genre that I do not appreciate. I am sorry. :| I thought the whole pep thing was pure cheerleading and all. Oh well, who's versatile now. >:) I miss ballet so badly. I miss bar warm ups and center adagios. I miss having a hard time putting on those tights and looking really thin and curvey on those fancy leotards. I miss feeling the pain on my toes, I miss teacher perry. I miss the really clean studio and the huge mirrors. I miss classical music. I miss dancing MY genre.

oh lord help me have perfect straddles and tucks on air. I wanna jump up and down the trampoline again. I get so frustrated everytime I keep on doing the wrong thing. HEIGHT on air, ABSORB, RELOAD. Oh damn it, I feel so shy around my "ate's" who lift me and throw me up there. I wanna do my freakin best. Our team is HELLA COMPETITIVE YEAH. >:) Thanks ate Sol, Ate Gulma, Ate Fiona, Ate Zu for always being there to catch me when i fall, to carry me up there and to undersatand and forgive me for my mistakes. I love you. >:D< I promise to focus and think of the right ways to make that stunt perfect. AND YES, WE CAN DO IT. We are powerhouse. GIRL LIFTERS? HELLYEAZZ. Coz were cool like that. Lord, help us make perfect pyramids and awesome ones. NO INJURIES, NO PAIN, PURE HARDWORK AND POISE UP THERE. Please guide pep always. NO MORE SICK DAYS. I BELIEVE. LETS GO MC PEP, MC PRIDE.

I wanna post this from ate gulma's fb notes. (originally from tumblr)

Cheerleaders:

The happiest, sexiest, greatest group of athletes in the world.Will do anything just to take home that gold.We are the soul of the universe.We put on the shoes, tape up the wrists, put on the colours, and walk onto the mat like nothing else matters.It doesn’t matter that you failed a test, your guy/girl is being a ****, or that you got a ticket on the way there… your world is absolutely perfect for the next couple hours.

Here’s to the sweat, tears, strength, emotions, spandex, sports bras, broken bones, pulled muscles, bloomies, the parents, the friendships, the fights, hairspray, curling irons, ribbions, team colours, libs, fulls, scorps, doubes, tumbling, dancing, the yelling, the pressure, the stress, the excitement, the road trips, the coaches, the let downs, the miracles—and most of all, the sport of cheerleading.

Why do we practice so hard night after night?

Running a rountine over and over till we throw up.Putting a stunt up so many times your legs startto feel like jelly and you don’t think you can do it onemore time.Late nights, early mornings, weekend roadtrips, missing the parties,Broken bones, torn muscles and deep bruises.

We cheer through it. We smile through it.

Because we live off our adrenaline, because the competitions free our spirit, because the after parties are second to none, because each and every cheerleader is invincible after stepping onto the floor, because one good stunt can make you smile all night, landing those tucks, staying tight, pushing everything full out, and making facials while doing it. Running a 2.5 minute routine, pushing so hard, making it look easy, breathing hard, but loving every minute. Our music is a rhythm to live by, because its possible to dance hard enough to leave all your worries behind. Sweat is the perfume of our accomplishment.

Highschool, Allstar, College, University, Pro…

It’s not for money, it’s not for the weak, and it’s not for fame.

We cheer…

because we LOVE IT.

I believe it. I hope you do too.