Heavy Maintenance On-going

okay, so drop the heavy. So much for a first post. It's more of a writers block + laziness thing. I'll be importing my old posts from an older blog. I decided it was better if i kept things organized.^^

might take a while. hopefully not.

Cheers!

-Capoeirafilipina

i kinda like that name, has a nice ring to it, don't you think? =p

++Level Up!

Don't ask about the feet just yet--
To alleviate some of the pain, i am dreaming of Abadas and berimbau necklaces--why in the world do they have to be expensive?! WHY?!(also why do i have to be such a cheapskate?!)

Now Why level up?
Yesterday, i was late for training--don't ask why. I was still carrying some of the bad mood when i arrived in club650--its probably the reason why my brains got the better of my body.
I took two sessions, technically the first one's half then our instrutor (that's correct) told me i could join the next training ses--the one my brother's in.
his instrutor told me i could already join the advanced level. OKAY let's try to qualify that in a way i won't be filled with too much hot air--i could be,, a good beginner and a poor advanced level--fair enough? still, it was very flattering and fulfilling--i was able to do a poor imitation of a macaco--only on one side.haha

We finished around midnight, and i finally got to experience the hot showers!!. I know, i know.. I acquired enough I.Q to make the water heaters work!XD
i wasn't able to bring an extra shirt, good thing Anna lent me hers. The worst part was my broken blisters ached horribly with a touch of water and soap--though, it took my head off the day's frustrations.

While i was waiting for my body to run out of energy so i could drop-dead in sleep, i had an interesting conversation with a good friend. but i'm not sharing it =p


And this one, kept me and my brother awake and laughing

I gotta go. Can't afford to be late again today.

Cheerio!

Its Not THEIR First Day ^o^

It was for me. At least its my first official day. Like i've mentioned before, my brother was teaching me at home A LITTLE BIT (Home schooled!! >_<) and i got a free lesson from his teacher before.

So today *ehem ehem*

I met up with hunhun in Libis to look for his dream headphones. We were supposed to go to g4, but i couldn't go far since my class starts at 7pm--the clock's ticking past four.

If you think about it, it was sort of selfish for me to ask him to go there, since g4 was a surefire place to find it. And i felt bad that we didn't find any =( and i dragged him all the way there. At least i got to see him for a bit.

So what i did was ransacked my contacts if they knew of an Imac store close to where we were. AND! there's none. Sorry luv, for dragging you all the way there. I'm glad you found kick-ass headphones.^_^

We ate at Fazoli's (And all the while i was worried sick that i would puke during training-We ate a bit late--thank heavens i didn't =p)

Back to the Capoeira!

I went to White Plains--and because the beginner's batch were halfway the 12 ses--and the staff was asking for the full amount for half the sessions, Kelv(YESH! I REMEMBERED HIS NAME!) suggested i take the classes in Club 650 (Where there are showers!).

The running warm-up i could take, thankfully, i still retained some of the stamina from my short-lived track-and-fielding days

BUT. I was gobbled whole, spat out, then chewed to splinters when the handstands came.

The handstands i could do--The walking, twisting a-la Eddy Gordo was an entirely different story.

GOOD thing, Jan was obsessive in teaching me Ginga (the base move of Capoeira)

they thought i was some gifted sicko--Ack-- i am faaar from that.I like gifts though.

Don't even ask about the feet.

Imagine hell, double that. My feet feels eight times worse.

And my back, i was thinking if i convert all the mischief i've done to joint aches--this doesn't cover a quarter of it--i've probably done more mischief than i could possibly remember.

Then Jan came for their session there.

While he was there, i lingered over at Shopwise, hoping there were chestnuts--to no avail.

I settled for Vit water, kitkat and some weirdly concocted viand from the food court.

And i found this!

I took a picture of some gourd!

pretty, right? No don't answer that.

See those white things on the right?

They're shuttlecocks. As to why anyone would use that much--i haven't had the faintest idea.

And i was bored, so i thought "what the heck." then *snap*

By the time my brother's session was over, i was CLOSE to remembering some names. I think i would remember the faces--i fervently hope so or i'm dead meat come Saturday(its a mixed class then)

Then we stayed a while in Goudah--they ate, i had dinner already.

AND OH YEAH!! Marge, the girl who was teaching me, looked a lot like NEPH! I miss her! And i miss Eco too--but nobody in class looked like him, I just miss him like i always do XD

Eco, I'm bouncing off my chair--too excited to tell you kwentos--I would stand up, jump and start squealing like a little girl but my feet's detached from me and dad beat me to the punch with the noise barrage--he' s snoring loud enough for everyone.XD

Every intake of breath, every smile exists in the promise of seeing you soon. Maybe tomorrow?^_^ Lemme rephrase--Later.

That's it for now.

Ta-ta! *faints*

Oh. Ps. our group's name--let's hope i don't butcher the spelling " Grupo de Action Capoeira" or GAC. *faints again* 

Capoeira here i come!

After getting free lessons from my brother and snatching a few from his trainers (thanks!heehee..XD). I'm officially enrolling! I've gotten over my bout with the cheapskate in me and since the semester is almost done (yes, i have a paper due in an hour that i haven't started working on yet. Apparently my bout with the procrastinator in me isn't anywhere close to finish =p), and my impossibly grotesque-ly wounded finger is no longer scary looking, say hello Ginga!

Why Capoeira?
Well..that's the third question. The first is, "What is Capoeira?"
If you used to play tekken, you'd know Eddy or Christie--that's their fighting style

How it originated?

Not too long ago, if you remember your history lessons in highschool (--i know i do, my then teacher was the modern incarnation of Queen Maleficient, twice the venom, minus the wardrobe) On with the story, remember the part with the slaves? This one took place in Brazil,if im not mistaken. the conquerors didn't want their slaves learning the art of fighthing, lest they become intellectual and come up with a successful coup plot.So what the natives did was make their version of martial arts, under the guise of dancing---and the rest is, as they say--i don't know anymore =p

Now the "why"
i just like it. Isn't that how most love of things are explained perfectly?

And besides, i like the idea of doing odas with my brother (yeah, he's waay far when it comes to skill level)--we look like twins--that's how our relatives put it--so we play the part--and i don't really mind--makes me look younger-him older.LOL XD

Pictures..will be up soon-hopefully
And i have to return to finish that final paper due in--30 minutes. oh joy

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.