i can't do a forward roll to save my life. so there.

it wouldn't be that bad, really, since there probably won't ever really come a time in my life that a forward roll would determine the balance between biting the dust and rising from the ashes. but then again, if you think about it, my life has been sort of revolving around rhythmics training sessions and the random, insignificant stuff that happens in between. if i don't learn this simplest of skills which even 3-year-old toddlers can perform with ease, then i'm practically killing my chances of performing the jazz number kuya james has been teaching us for the past few meetings. and he's been saying that the dance will be including several more forward rolls for me to blow over. what fun.

you can't say that i haven't been trying though; i spent a good two hours or so last sunday just attempting a roll on my bed, obviously to no avail. and the epitome of pathetic: james had to push my butt over my head twice during this afternoon's session, and still i couldn't get it on my own. it was weird, actually: it seemed like i was going to fall on my side, but then the world righted itself and i was sitting still facing the front. if i can just get over whatever's holding me back from just doing it (yes, i admit it... fear) since i've already experienced it, to some degree, then the world would be all right once again.

oh well. whenever you fall down, just pick yourself back up again. or even better, turn the fall into a tuck and forward roll your way to the next steps of the dance. how i just wish.