Will Anyone Still Care To Read?
Finally after three months and a couple o' days, I found time to open my blogger account. It's a strange feeling I've got here, feels like I'm a newbie trying to familiarize with blogger. It even took me a few tries to get my password correctly! Stress.
Now I wonder if my past blog readers are still keeping track of my rubbish notes. The stat counter doesn't help me either. It has NOT increased dramatically in figures! Could it mean that people have abandoned my poor site? Oh my. This should not be happening.
I am therefore planning to do a blog make-over. But knowing my limitted skills on html tags and disorganized design ideas, I don't think I'll ever even move forward. Erase the plan.
What I need to do, well, atleast what I could do, is to just begin posting more entries and start visiting the others' as well so that they could return the visit! I'll let them know that I've come back, and am still alive!
Supermodels Galore
I've never felt so midget in my entire life as today! Here's the story.
This afternoon, my sister and I went to the Rockwell Sports Center to train for our October 27 performance. I was wearing the usual shirt and denim outfit, plus an orange rubber tsinelas, to make my life easier in preparing to dive into the pool. Little did I know that the sports center I had in mind was far more elegant in reality! People getting off their cars and going into the lobby were all donned in formal outfits, as if it were an Awards Night or a Courtesy Call with some high-ranking official. My sister and I kept asking ourselves, "Are we in the right place"? Yes, we were.
Later on inside, we were further amused. It was not like the other sports clubs that I've been in. Rockwell's was more like a five-star hotel, or even better. So as my sister and I went down the plight of stairs, we were suddenly trapped in a crowd of tall (double my height), and beautiful people. They were all putting on make-up and were getting ready for a rehearsal. My! Even the guys looked all so handsome!
However, despite my musings, I suddenly felt like shrinking. For as we descended the stairs and walked through the crowd, heads started to turn our way...one by one. Their eyes, oh! They scanned us from head to foot. I saw a handsome man doing the eye language and it turned me off! Maybe he thought we were lost? Or that he has never seen anyone so inappropriately dressed-up! I tell you, those few seconds of shall I say "dog walk" instead of "catwalk" was the most "I-wish-I-were-invisible-moment" for me.
The story doesn't end with the moment I got to meet my teammates and our coach. For tomorrow, we shall be going there AGAIN. Only this time, I am armed with a powerful weapon: once somebody does the same thing, I shall lift my head really HIGH, raise my brows, and strut my butt in an intimidating way. Hehe. Evil plan.
Finally after three months and a couple o' days, I found time to open my blogger account. It's a strange feeling I've got here, feels like I'm a newbie trying to familiarize with blogger. It even took me a few tries to get my password correctly! Stress.
Now I wonder if my past blog readers are still keeping track of my rubbish notes. The stat counter doesn't help me either. It has NOT increased dramatically in figures! Could it mean that people have abandoned my poor site? Oh my. This should not be happening.
I am therefore planning to do a blog make-over. But knowing my limitted skills on html tags and disorganized design ideas, I don't think I'll ever even move forward. Erase the plan.
What I need to do, well, atleast what I could do, is to just begin posting more entries and start visiting the others' as well so that they could return the visit! I'll let them know that I've come back, and am still alive!
Supermodels Galore
I've never felt so midget in my entire life as today! Here's the story.
This afternoon, my sister and I went to the Rockwell Sports Center to train for our October 27 performance. I was wearing the usual shirt and denim outfit, plus an orange rubber tsinelas, to make my life easier in preparing to dive into the pool. Little did I know that the sports center I had in mind was far more elegant in reality! People getting off their cars and going into the lobby were all donned in formal outfits, as if it were an Awards Night or a Courtesy Call with some high-ranking official. My sister and I kept asking ourselves, "Are we in the right place"? Yes, we were.
Later on inside, we were further amused. It was not like the other sports clubs that I've been in. Rockwell's was more like a five-star hotel, or even better. So as my sister and I went down the plight of stairs, we were suddenly trapped in a crowd of tall (double my height), and beautiful people. They were all putting on make-up and were getting ready for a rehearsal. My! Even the guys looked all so handsome!
However, despite my musings, I suddenly felt like shrinking. For as we descended the stairs and walked through the crowd, heads started to turn our way...one by one. Their eyes, oh! They scanned us from head to foot. I saw a handsome man doing the eye language and it turned me off! Maybe he thought we were lost? Or that he has never seen anyone so inappropriately dressed-up! I tell you, those few seconds of shall I say "dog walk" instead of "catwalk" was the most "I-wish-I-were-invisible-moment" for me.
The story doesn't end with the moment I got to meet my teammates and our coach. For tomorrow, we shall be going there AGAIN. Only this time, I am armed with a powerful weapon: once somebody does the same thing, I shall lift my head really HIGH, raise my brows, and strut my butt in an intimidating way. Hehe. Evil plan.
