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Animated
11.29.2005
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Here's my very first attempt to make a Flash animation.
It's 1.6 MB, so it might take a while before it loads.
Aboy Kamay
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Absence of Thought
11.22.2005
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Remember the plan where I basically just ignore Mico for the rest of my life? That has gotten a lot more complicated, since I just found out that he refuses to go back to Fitness First Fort.
Again, the nerve.
So during my yoga class, I was a bit distracted. Knowing that the enemy is within the perimeter, my concentration was flying. Annoyed by the fact that he insists on going to Wynsum despite establishing the fact that I still go there even after the break-up didn't help me in achieving my focus.
I cannot switch gyms. And technically, even if I can, I will choose not to. I should not be intimidated by his presence, or be extremely cautious around him. From now on, he does not exist.
A little while after, I finnaly achieved peace of mind, or what my instructor refers to as the absence of thought. Or what I refer to as the absence of Mico.
I feel much lighter now.
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And Boom! He's There
11.17.2005
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For the past few days I've been very afraid that I might bump into Mico at the gym, or at Megamall. So as much as possible I avoided going to those places.
But this afternoon, after my free weight work-out, he was there. In the flesh.
I ignored him. But my hands started to shake. And my face turned red. It's probably because I am so annoyed. He knows I go there. I know I don't actually own the place, but common courtesy: don't show up there if you know an ex-boyfriend is going to be there.
So there.
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Inner Self
11.15.2005
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From time to time, I still get pissed off whenever I am reminded of the 'breeding' comment. Little things that had connections with Mico instantly drives me to be slightly mentally disturbed. And so, I was alone, doing my cardio on the treadmill, when I spotted something interesting.
Yoga class.
Bright idea, right? What could be better than achieving spiritual enlightenment. It's more sensible to just channel all my anger into creating my sense of well-being and calm.
So I stepped inside the studio, grabbed a mat, and joined the class.
We started with the basic positions. The easy ones. Balancing on one foot while the other touching your inner thigh. It was kind of fun, plus the achievement of true happiness, liberation and enlightenment sounds really promising.
Then the harder positions came. One thing I found out. After so many Hip Hop Grind classes, I still wasn't flexible enough. I am not that 'supple'. I could not even touch my toes with my leg fully stretched. I could not bend my trunk forward while my legs are widely spread. Yes, I was at 90° while all my yoga mates have their trunks parallel to the floor.
But that won't stop me from taking my yoga classes. I should probably join a flexibility class of some sort.
(Doing a bit of research on yoga. People doing yoga are called yogis? So, yogi bear practiced yoga?)
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Breeding, Anyone?
11.13.2005
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Apparently, wala akong breeding.
Yeah. No need to translate. That would be my first ever Tagalog line in my blog. How can I be accused of having no breed? We're not talking about dog breed, right? I mean, wow. I've never been insulted like that before.
He better not show up at Wynsum again. The nerve if he does. I swear to myself I will never talk to that guy ever again. Not even look at his direction. He does not exist. Period.
And from now on, I am never, ever going to trust guys again that easily. I've had enough.
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Stupid Things
11.10.2005
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Stupid Mico, getting angry at stupid things. He doesn't even have the right to get mad, because I actually asked permission from him to go to the gym alone after my gig at the PICC Forum.
I hate this stupid keyboard. And this stupid desktop PC from Phoenix One. I always get the junk PCs - jerky mouse, reddish monitors, and now, keyboards with keys that doesn't press sometimes.
I aso hate that stupid classmate of mine, kind of bossy, Mr. Know-it-all. Already a web designer. Yeah, well, so am I. ButI am not bragging about what I know or what I can do. We're here to learn, and not to show off. Let's just see who's going to shine after this course ends.
And I'll show Mico how stupid he is for cooling off with me (gawd, is there such a term?) Humph.
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