narsing week..

Nursing week over.. back to reality. Back to duties, to long frakin lectures, to stacks of books, to quizzes eveery single day, and back to my "beloved" seatmate who doesn't fail to irritate me every now and then. >.<
Like they say.. enjoy these while you can. Look whose talking. I bet they've been saying the same things back then. Anyway..

It still pisses me off how I messed up our routine earlier in the dance. It's like the stupidest thing ever. Like kea had said "super effort tau dito". We've been practicing the whole week (starting from last thursday or something)... using almost all the free time we have..missing out other activities in the nursing week.. staying up late at the grandstand.. using all energy to get the routine.. at first tolerating the stares we get at the grandstand from a mass of P.E. people, to other people dancing from other colleges, or those who just happen to pass by (but eventually got used to it).. getting muscle aches in eveeery muscle there is.. which is at its worst during the morning when you're gonna get up and just can't lift yourself up because you feel it's not even moving... nanigas na. I also believe that after every practice, all of us still practice the routine at our home.. at our rooms... during shower.. while brushing our teeth... while watching tv... and the like..

They were doing great in the ballroom. Until... until... the folk-folk (that's fok fok) dance came. *grinds teeth* I can just remember the whole thing. It wasn't their fault. They lacked the time to change clothes. When the music started *tan tan na na na*, I went by the stage.. started dancing.. leaving undressed ate riza behind. Other members from our groups were like cheering us up "go.!". But eventually probably decided to stop upon seeing those unsychronized steps we were doing.. ruining our chance to win. It was finally over. Next challenge.. change from the folk-folk costume to jazz costume and run to the other side of the stage. But before that, I blew off the candle from the pandanngo and pieces of the candle came flying into my face and eyes. And I can still remember the quizzical looks members of the other groups were giving me while running barefoot while carrying my rubber shoes, wearing just chemise and from the folk dance, brushing the pieces of the candle off my face, running from one side of the stage to the other. When I was already at the right side of the stage, I heard the music that I was supposed to dance with already playing. "Puta.!" I wore the shirt for the dance anyway and still went out of stage to join them. And gawd.! I can still see bits of the candle on my eyelids! The worst.

After that.. I went into hiding behind the seats at the upper part of the medicine auditorium together with Cheysel. Wala kaming mukhang ihaharap to the rest of the group especially to Kea who gave the most effort and who was probably the most dissapointed among the group.