It gets more and more frustrating everytime.. :P
It is hardly surprising that no one believes me.
I was never, and still not, the sporty type. I played table tennis for intramurals in high school simply because its the kind of sport that doesn’t seem to hurt, unlike volleyball. And it’s not as if my frail arms could actually succeed in getting the ball to the other side of the court. I shriek everytime I see a ball bigger than my fist come towards me in high speed.
I’m usually saling-pusa in everything, except, perhaps, in patintero and taguan. I’ve spoiled the fun of bahay-bahayan more than once by evicting stupid playmates.
Oh, I’m straying.
When I was in Davao, I saw a college classmate but I didn’t bother to talk to her. Instead, I texted her boyfriend to say that I saw her. When he asked what I was doing in the south, I said in jest that I’m auditioning for Philippine Idol and later told the truth about climbing Mt. Apo. As expected, he said he found the Philippine Idol story more convincing. Sheez.
I face the same fate again. Even my mother doubts me. "Di ka naman talaga nag-surf dahil bumabagyo." Doink! The wind brought in better waves, Einstein. (God forbid she reads my blog hehe)
Anyways, I don’t blame the world. It has been five years and I still don’t know how I passed swimming in college with the highest grade I got for P.E.
I don’t know how to swim and storm signal number 3 was up in the north. And I was shrieking the whole time in fear of drowning in knee-deep waters. But I did it. Really.
