The Hobbler and the Shire

Wretched, wretched, wretched title.. I know..

My limbs hurt so much, merely speaking takes colossal effort.

Okay, im exaggerating now.haha

I've been wanting to take Capoeira lessons since the clash of the Titans. 

Well, since i had to devote my summer to finish my internship, i had to scratch the Brazillian art in my to-do list and my brother went ahead and took em.

So now, im getting lessons free! courtesy of my patient, patient brother..XD (HAHAH!!XD All brawn, no brains!>_<)

Today is the second day of training.

I can't even walk..A painful reminder of how out of shape i let myself get after my Track and Field days.

So yes, like the title describes, i can barely walk. sitting and standing is out of the question. But hey my jinga's getting better, or so i think. An Oda will be plausible soon 

I'm beginning to look like Eddy Gordo. And i don't mean his moves..XD

--icE

ps. Lurved the Braveheart stretches..=p remember the last few scenes in the movie where they teach Mel Gibson an alternative they opt for when you want to get taller?

Okay, enough rambling.back to bed. Im reading Twilight for the nth time. Breaking Dawn's taking too long to get into my crutches.. =(

 

Alor, What now?

Today was my first day in school. (Third or second for most)I have this weird idea of not going to school on the first day.

Why? well for one: force of habit (No offense profs, this has been a semestral ritual..XD)

and two: to skip all the awkward introductions. Not that i get away all the time. Okay im blabbering now.

The first and only class for the day: French

Now why on earth did i pick this language?! I'm more inclined, not to mention the my interest level for asian languages are significantly higher (picture a 0-100 difference, that minute).

Unfortunately, Nihonggo was no longer offered and Mandarin's time slots were far from agreeing with my other listed subjects (dou bu chi, xiao jie..nikama?!!) and Hanggeul was yet to be offered. Alor, i settled for Francais 

Imagine my horror when the professor said that if a student in the class could pronounce his name correctly, she could pass the subject.

Oh joy.

Did i mention bulol ako sa letter R?

And his name you ask?

Durr.

duRR!! 

Well, the odds are looking grim..

No offense, i like his name, i just can't say it right.

Technically, im not ranting. Alor, what am i doing?

Just relishing the mishaps of the day. I knew i was bound to encounter Murphy one of these days.XD

The up side is, at the end of the class, my unfathomable love for other languages prevailed. Though half the time i'm preoccupied in catching at least half of what he's saying (*Ice to herself: Nani?! Wakaranai..yare, yare +_+ Bo?English Hasseyo? Aish! Bichoso..) I think im getting the gist of it. Appreciating each word by the second. Maybe i do love learning languages, no matter the origin

And besides. After this this i get to cuss and make it sound beautiful.=p

And when i pronounce it wrong, 

i could always say :pardon the French, no pun intended

plus, an excuse to eat more French food

Oh the love!>_<

beaucoup, beaucoup, beaucoup!

Au revoir!

-icE

btw, Alor means "so"

Imported from blogspot

I don't really know what made me decide to do that..weird ia.. >_<

..But yeah, the previous posts are from blogspot..everything that has "--amulet" in it

I know.i know..nagdadrama un. emo posts..ugh..>_<

-Ice