Seasons

Rude, Miss Thailand.

Anntonia's POV:

(Note: We're back to the present.)

After showering.. and basically having a trip down the memory lane where I reminisced about the past, I hurriedly prepared to have enough time to grind at the gym. There are times that I feel like my face is swollen and I'm getting bloated, so I'm trying to get back on track.
 

Well, to be honest, I feel somewhat burdened after recalling the past. It feels like a bucket of iced water was thrown at me.
 

It's been what? It's probably been three years since I went to the Philippines. 
 

What happened? Max and I are no longer as close as we used to be. I only reach out to her on special occasions and whenever I congratulate her for successfully slaying a modeling event.
 

Also, after my vacation in the Philippines years ago, the circle dropped me off at the airport. They wanted me to stay for a few more days, but I insisted that I have to get back to Thailand because I still have a lot on my plate. Max wasn't there. She told me that she doesn't want me to leave without fixing our issues, but she's suddenly out of contact. So, that's where everything fell apart between us.
 

The circle joked around that they'd see me elsewhere, probably at one of the most prestigious modeling events in Asia, and they even told me that I should be careful of Michelle because they believed that the next time that we'd probably cross paths is when we're competing against each other.
 

Funny it is that it actually happened. Not in the most prestigious modeling event in Asia, but in the most prestigious pageant organization in the whole universe.
 

"Boo!" I flinched when a woman suddenly appeared in front of me. 
 

She was still in her white Dino shirt and blue pajamas. I am assuming that she just woke up.
 

Or she was sleepwalking earlier.
 

"The hell?"

"Going somewhere?" Michelle asked, stepping out from their room. She's still barefaced too, highlighting her chinita features. 
 

"To the gym, obviously." I answered, rolling my eyes at her.
 

"Ang aga, super sungit." She whispered and entered the room again, but was still peeking at the door.
 

"I heard that." 
 

"You do, but you don't understand." She responded while smiling cheekily. I just passed by her and waved my hand. I really have to do some exercises.
 

When I reached the gym, I saw Miss Nicaragua and Miss India doing some planks and sit-ups. I decided to stay in the bleachers for a while to think about where I should start.
 

Just when I thought I'd be energetic enough to be productive in the morning, I suddenly felt all lazy. I am planning to do a couple of drills, but the sparring section caught my attention. I want to do it, but I have no one to do it with me. I also don't want to invite these women who were at the gym.
 

I decided to do the planks too. After a while, Camila joined me, and we did it together. Gladly, she's taking it seriously too, so she dares not to talk, which is favorable for me because I want silence.
 

We did a few more exercises using the equipment too, until we noticed that it was past 6 a.m. already. I wrapped up by stretching my lower back and throwing punches in the air to lessen the pain.
 

Camila went to the comfort room first, so I went to the bleachers to check my duffle bag. I grabbed a fitted white shirt and another fitted shorts.