A Super Week

The week that was can only be described as “super”. Super fun dance classes, super sweat (goodbye fats!), there many ladies who attended the free trial classes and it was also super effort on my part not to get sick. Yes, I have this awful cough which I have been nursing back to health but I think has relatively gone worse.

Still, I am thankful because overall, I think my effort to get students to join the classes we are offering at Style ‘N Motion will pay off soon.

After the class picture!
So here I am with my cousins and other students. I’m extremely happy that all those belly shaking, dancing and more is evident. Jessa and I are really losing those excess body weight! What’s even more nice is that we don’t even have to go on a diet. My appetite is just as huge. All I really need was to dance. 
Anyway, I was able to find a video of myself in 2008 when I made some choreography for Superhuman by Chris Brown. Enjoy!

A Love Poem

This is extremely mushy and frankly, I don’t care. This poem was written by Robert Herrick (1591-1674) who was a bachelor in the late 17th century. Although the title was for a woman named Anthea, it was said that Herrick used fictional characters for his poems.

Unlike his counterpart John Donne, his poetry was simple, easy to understand and uses a rhyming meter. This is what appealed to me. Makes the poem easy to memorize.

The poem itself reflects how I used to love. As if my beau can command me anything. Hope you’ll like it, too.


“To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything”

Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.

A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free
As in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I’ll give to thee.

Bid that heart stay, and it will stay
To honour thy decree;
Or bid it languish quite away,
And’t shall do so for thee.

Bid me to weep, and I will weep,
While I have eyes to see;
And having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee.

Bid me despair, and I’ll despair,
Under that cypress tree;
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E’en death, to die for thee.

–Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me;
And hast command of every part,
To live and die for thee.


I am guilty for not updating this blog. It’s all because I’m busy with my dance blog. Yes, my world is torn between my love for writing and my love for dancing. I can only do my best to balance them. So far, I’m coping but not really doing well.

Once again, I’m sorry.

To get more updates, it would be best to visit my dance blog, my fiction blog and my own journal.

One more thing that keeps me busy is the fact that my daughter is now walking and running!

Until my next post! Ciao!