If you’d ask me whether I’d rather be good in dancing or singing, I’d be quick to answer that I’d love to be the best dancer in the world. I am easily awed by a good dancer, and it would be awesome if I could kick some ass on the dance floor. Sure, I can also pass as a frustrated singer, but I’m really more of a frustrated dancer.
I have two left feet and Alex said I have a funny expression when I dance. (He’s often the unfortunate audience of my silly dance moves.) My sister said that she thought I’d grew up to be an agogo dancer, but I luckily didn’t! (Yay.) I don’t know how to explain it, but even I can admit that it looks pretty awful when I dance. Heh. Despite knowing that I’m a horrible dancer, I do it anyway–to everyone’s annoyance.
When Riya told me last Saturday that I should quit blogging and pursue vlogging, instead, I laughed at the idea. I hate public speaking, and vlogging, I think, passes as a form of public speaking. So no, vlogging is definitely not for me. But this idea of vlogging inspired me, of course.
I went to my lola’s house last Saturday and saw my cousin doing something on her laptop and playing some party music (whatever that is). Out of sheer fun, I borrowed my cousin’s beanie (which looked so cute on her and which made me look like a burglar) and tried to look
gangsta cute. Haha.
And so this video resulted:
Heehee. I know I look kyot! That’s Ruby and she still hadn’t taken a bath when we took the video. Yet, she still looked tons better than I did. Too bad you can’t hear her laugh in the video. She’s the craziest laugher I’ve ever met. Haha.
I know I can never be a dancer, and I wouldn’t even dare bring my dancing into clubs or on the dance floor. But just let me do silly things like this and I’ll be fine. I swear I won’t be bitter that no one would ever tell me that I dance well. Just don’t make me stop dancing my silly dance moves and I can be a happy banana for the rest of time.
I would never ever venture into vlogging but shooting random videos can be fun. Looking like a fool is my talent, and I’d probably do it again. I don’t know. Glamour and sophistication don’t really work for me. It’s awkward when I act like a lady, and people say I make seduction look like a joke. So I’d just be a klutz and wish for people to accept me for me. (I swear I don’t intend for that to sound dramatic.)