Laundry Man

This is a part of my stress cycle. 
Level what D? Protection from detergents. Just look at that. 

My Folkdance Chums

NO DANCE NO LIFE. Not my life motto. But i resort to dancing (in the bathroom ) when I don't seem to make a point in life.  FOLK DANCE TEAM. from left to right: Edmark, Ralph, Praise Novie, Me, Leona, Frances, Prima & JM. 

Gray themed photo from last years Pandanggo sa Ilaw practice.
from left to right: sitting: Edmark,  Leona,  Me, Andong & JM. standing: Frances & Garrett. believe me when i say Praise is there!

@ Jabi. It's Prima's Birthday! The one doing the so-highschool  pose is Edzel. Our maldita and puno ng pasensya na trainer. 

 Since my entire life had been a series of ego-inferiority complexes when it comes to dancing, and singing. Never have I thought that I will be joining the rows of folkdancers who compete for their batches in Nursing Fun Days.

I have sworn to myself that i will never dance again after this performance. The nerve to fix my stand in that stool, daring and unbearable. i WILL carry these memories forever. 

THE FINAL POSE. 

I have never expected to win. I compromised our championship streak because of my mistakes. Many nights of back rolling, perceived cephalhematoma, glass and water splash from outbalances. Finally, all worth it. 

AWARDS. Again the happiness is so evident. 

My partner Prim. During the performance, where everyone seem so entertained, I was saying sorry to her  for the mistake I made, still she continued to smile, showing her sparkling dental braces..  Smile, even though you messed up, at first. Recover from falls and stand up, with grace, poise and bearing. That's Prim. The severe qualities and tough composure she's having, hidden beneath that blue filipiniana. 

These beautiful people. I've learned a lot from them, including how to stretch my patience ahead.

Here it is. The TROPHY. 

"If you step out of line, make a beautiful mistake."
I had my own share of mistakes while dancing our final performance, and they aren't the beautiful ones.   I really did. And I cried. You can see them if you watch this video. But we won. I don't know if I should partake with the recognition. I was so down that time. I can only hope to redeem myself in the next level.
And also my parents are so proud of me. 

Room 15

I know it isn't that much. But its Home.
(newly arranged,  i don't have the taste for interior designing)

This is Room 15. The place since October 2011 where I get to experience long dreamy nights, a sleep paralysis and unhindered tendencies to dance and sing like I'm the only tenant alive.  My parents pay for this. 3-4 thousand a month. There are times, they get so overwhelmed and forgot to pay it till 3 month's due.
For me, at some point, this is my torture chamber.

Rubeus Hagrid with Asian Eyes is the Gate Keeper.