Thoughts on my Filipinoness

The superbabe didnt notice my stain. Given what I've written earlier, I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing.

One thing's for certain, though, I did a pretty good job leading my partners last night in my Argentine Tango class. I only grazed a couple of feet and only banged a leg or two. There's hope yet that I just might get this dancing thing after all!

I'm thinking I might go to the Philippine consulate tomorrow and ask if I can have my Filipino card back. The bastards took it away from me a few years ago when they discovered I couldn't sing or dance.