I had a very tiring day. Mostly because it was self inflicted. I made the mistake of going for 2 dance classes- one jazz and one hip-hop/jazz funk workshop. I enjoyed them but my hamstrings are starting to ache, like major! And i thought to myself, i've never had this feeling since like what....pre-MBBS, which was like 2 freaking years ago! And despite being exhausted and being reminded that mr taufik has got no stamina during mazlan's VERY ghetto hip hop to pussycat dolls, i pushed myself, which to me, was defo self-satisfying (and also partly because i do not want to lose out to all those <20 yr olds with such BEAMing energy).
Surprisingly, the jazz instructor was Vincent (he taught me beginner's hip hop long ago!). It was not vincent that was surprising, it was how freaking young he looks- he practically looks the bloody same the last time i saw him- that was like 7-8 yrs ago? How can anyone look the same? I mean same yes, but no sign of aging, no white hair! (even i get white hair! and i'm only _ _ yr old!) Then i thought, freak it must be jazzzzzz (add the broadway jazz hands...and the jazz square!). So i decided that once Rusman (another of my jazz and contemporary teachers) decides to teach again, that is when i'll get back to jazz; or if that takes too long i might go for other jazz classes- despite them NOT really being 'jazz' per se. I MISS doing broadway jazz.....and i miss the Fosse-influenced movements, the Luigi warm ups that NEVER got put into practice and the jazz MUSIC! sigh. But i figured before going back to the leaps and the pas de deux, i better dis-possess some (alot actually!) of my insulation - you get my drift...In hip hop however, it is ok because my 'covering' is hooded in the baggy clothes.
I remembered how i was pissed with rozana for NOT 'feeling' the music for 2008 NYE competition and i just stomped off the dance studio- looking visibly pissed (of course!- what else would i look like!?). Today Mazlan must have been like secretly bitching shit to himself about those who didn't. I, certainly (haha!), did (da feelin', not da bitchin')!
Current jam: Otis Redding's These Arms of Mine (now playing for the 12th time....)
Surprisingly, the jazz instructor was Vincent (he taught me beginner's hip hop long ago!). It was not vincent that was surprising, it was how freaking young he looks- he practically looks the bloody same the last time i saw him- that was like 7-8 yrs ago? How can anyone look the same? I mean same yes, but no sign of aging, no white hair! (even i get white hair! and i'm only _ _ yr old!) Then i thought, freak it must be jazzzzzz (add the broadway jazz hands...and the jazz square!). So i decided that once Rusman (another of my jazz and contemporary teachers) decides to teach again, that is when i'll get back to jazz; or if that takes too long i might go for other jazz classes- despite them NOT really being 'jazz' per se. I MISS doing broadway jazz.....and i miss the Fosse-influenced movements, the Luigi warm ups that NEVER got put into practice and the jazz MUSIC! sigh. But i figured before going back to the leaps and the pas de deux, i better dis-possess some (alot actually!) of my insulation - you get my drift...In hip hop however, it is ok because my 'covering' is hooded in the baggy clothes.
I remembered how i was pissed with rozana for NOT 'feeling' the music for 2008 NYE competition and i just stomped off the dance studio- looking visibly pissed (of course!- what else would i look like!?). Today Mazlan must have been like secretly bitching shit to himself about those who didn't. I, certainly (haha!), did (da feelin', not da bitchin')!
Current jam: Otis Redding's These Arms of Mine (now playing for the 12th time....)
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