PNU has its semestral tradition of putting freshmen students in the limelight. It could either be cheer-dancing your bones to breakage or street-dancing your ass to exhaustion. I’m not being rude here. Those were just sheer descriptions of what we had gone through. (If you want unvarnished truth, a candid report is just what you needed.) To make things clear here, I have nothing against the dancing tradition of my school. As a matter of fact, I have the utmost support to this activity. Honest. You know. The undying line. That “It-could-boost-your-confidence-and-improve-your-self-esteem business…”

But let us not hold forth on my opinion for it coud go on forever. I intended this blog to be in seventh heaven. Gah! WE JUST BECAME THE STREET DANCE CHAMPION FOR SECOND SEMESTER OF A.Y. 2011-2012! (Hahaha. Never mind the sudden shift of mood.)

“Was it euphoric? No. Were you happy? Yes. Was it the happiest moment of your PNU life? Absolutely.”

My classmates and I spent a lot of money and effort there. Luckily, those were all paid off. And if there were people whom I’m happiest for at that winning moment, those were my classmates! Joking aside, they deserved it more than I do. (Not just because what I only did in our dance is to make that crappy over-sized fake leaf go up and down but also because they exerted  much more effort and dedication than I did. Like 10x more.)

By the way, what I meant about street dance is not the modern one but the traditional dances of the Philippines that are being done during festivals. Ours is danced during Karansa festival in Cebu.