the unhappy feet
POSTED AT 10:25 PM

cruboy

i always knew i was never born a dancer. i am inflexible and my feet and hand coordination is not wired properly... but i like dancing... its just that dancing never liked me back.  i remember in college where i had to enrol on social dancing for the soul purpose of meeting girls back then... male in social dancing is a prime commodity... the male female ratio is so imbalance girls would have to take turn to dance with you...  now if that only happens in high school dances, i would have busted my groove.  but of course that was physical education.

"if you dance, you dance because you have to." - kdunham

my exploit of this renewed passion into making myself a dancing de marco was heightened when i had to join this college swing dancing event... all because of a girl, with a dancing partner as good looking as she was... i was ready to transplant one of my two left feet for a proper right... i practiced with her solemnly for three straight weeks... i have transformed myself into a travolta of swing and jive... until i had food poisoning two days before the competition... looking back at it, it might have probably been the nerves... anyway one of girls came down with something, so my partner was able to dance that night... i had my chance i guess but i blew it. sigh.

of course i cannot be denied of this college experience of dancing like a fool in front of an audience, so my last chance was the junior christmas party... i joined a street dancing group to perform... with the fugees in the background i manage to decently end probably the most complex choreography i have ever learned... thanks to tubay, linzi and yannie's dancing expertise... and it has since been a one-time thing. 

i suppose my happy feet are not that as happy as it used to... i guess all the weight i have gained since have dampened my limberness.  but i still try to occasionally shuffle my feet.  there is freedom in being able to move because you can... in rhythm, in count, in perfect instance... i always thought that dancing isthe best way to express happiness... i find it weird to break into a song because you are happy... and the 
deep breathing and the panting after a hearty dance is a strong reminder of being alive... because you can feel your breathe going in and out...

i have been a frustrated with a lot of things... i guess dancing is one of them too... maybe given a chance... or in dire mortal danger... i might still be able to dance to save my life... or die trying.

"no sane man will dance." - lbyron

...to save his life that is.

Reading: new moon by stephenie meyer
Listening to: the gossip - standing in the way of control
Watching: skins season 2
Feeling: bouncy