this wasn't such a depressed-sounding post, but my javascript malfunctioned and then my entire computer hung. and the entry didn't get saved.
it's tiring and trying, attempting to reformulate everything that's already been written once before.
it wasn't really the quality of the dance class that's affecting me, because all the classes i went for today (sunday) were admirably challenging.
there's just no dancer's high that i'm so used to getting after every session. it's something i've taken for granted, completely.
i shouldn't be so negative. all it takes is a mindset change. all it takes.
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headed for 5 classes today-- 4 reggae and 1 commercial hip hop-- as part of a DansCenter open house (ends today as well! sadness-- goodness knows how much i missed). it would have been 1 breaking, 3 reggae, 1 commercial hiphop and 1 modern jazz class, but i reluctantly accepted the fact that i couldn't fly the distance between the two studios and settled for 5 anyway (which was my physical limit, as it turned out). Reggae hates me, I swear-- i have no groove and i look (and feel), to quote my sister, like an elephant who should "live out the rest of my time in nus with a paper bag over my head."
complete with picture, taken from her blog.by the way i am damn proud of her for auditioning for blast, even if i DID send her a paper bag (i was going to draw a face on it but i couldn't find a marker). getting out there is half the battle. and she asked me who was the girl teaching them the steps cos her voice totally didn't match her sweetly demure face. i laughed for five minutes i think-- i've never heard it put quite that way before.
AND i'm supposed to tell all my nus friends this: "please tell them when you come back that i'm not usually such a failure haha. or better yet, please tell me in advance when you need to give them lifts home or anything and if i'm going to be in the car i'll wear a paper bag and i'll be your romanian cousin who is sensitive to light."
why can't i be as funny as my sister.
ANYWAY yes reggae hates me. the teacher-- carmel-- reminded me of trinity in a way, except she doesn't have insane lower back isolation, she has instead unbelievable... chest groove? whatever it is, it allows her to bodywave up and down and all around effortlessly. i couldn't catch it and looked like a broken record :( i got thoroughly sick of the reggae songs though because she used the same three or four songs for EVERY class, and after a while every sean paul song sounds the same. HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU HAVE TO SAY "SEAN DE PAUL"??? and beenie man's king of the dancehall argh i think i can chant the lyrics to you now.
commercial hip hop was VERY mazlan and extremely enjoyable-- and yes, the same teacher took the class. she's pretty good--
i) versatile
ii) took 5 classes without breaking much of a sweat-- i hit the wall, i simply have no stamina left anymore. not enough to take 5 hours of dance at one go anyway-- i blanked during the last reggae class and went off to
iii) taught in ENGLISH. seriously a BIG plus point-- the first three classes (2 LA street-style and one krumping) i took on friday were taught ENTIRELY IN SWEDISH. the only words i understood were "chris brown, usher, ne-yo" -____- i nearly choked when the instructor rattled away at me in swedish after the classes, but after i admitted rather sheepishly that i didn't speak swedish he talked to me in english.
i think i'm going to take carmel's course, i just can't decide between reggae (painful, but <3 the groove) and commercial HH (closest to high i got). No point telling me to take both either, because they're painfully expensive-- works out to slightly under sgd 25 per class. i will never complain that danzpeople is expensive again. never never never. so much for trying other styles while i'm here :(
it's been some 11-- 12?-- days since i've left the sunny shores of singapore. i'd like to think that the rain is a sign of how much the country is missing me HAHA. tribute to my blog lah! ok, maybe not. in any case i haven't really updated much about how the life here's been, but i think maybe that's another entry altogether.
i'm not just dance-starved, i'm poetry-starved, too. should have brought edna st. vincent millay with me, or the complete works of shakespeare, or even just my tarot cards :(. kicking myself very hard now.