Wee~!

So after more than 3 months of not dancing, I finally visited the gym's dance studio with Rachel and DANCED! ^^

The studio opened at 10.45am on Saturdays, so we went there at about 11 something. As I reached the jaga house where I would meet Rachel, I realised that I hadn't brought my soft shoes. >_>
I sighed.
I had constantly reminded myself not to forget to put my shoes in my bag, and here I was doing the exact opposite.
Oh well. I'll have to do without my shoes then, I thought.

The moment we went in the gym, my eyes widened. The studio's 'walls' were all glass. In other words, the people working out in the gym could see what we were doing in the studio very clearly. I was a little hesitant; and so was Rachel.
I mean, everyone could see us dance from outside.


But then we thought, screw it, we came here to dance (and paid for entrance too), and that's exactly what we will do.
I searched my bag for my Intermediate CD that I took out this morning.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
It was not in my bag.
And then I thought back that I had probably took the CD out of my drawer, but left it on the table in my haste.
=_="


So much for practising.


So anyways, Rachel and I ended up spending most of the first hour stretching; I hadn't been dancing for over 3 months, and it was showing slightly.
After we warmed up (and after many ways of trying to somehow get some music in the room - it didn't have a boombox), we finally decided to just use whatever music I had on my phone, and create our own steps to it.
Hey, at least we'd be dancing still!


At first we chose Christina Aguilera's Hurt, but the only dance that would suit it was either ballet or lyrical, and I'm absoloutely horrible at chereographing. I was thinking something along Grade 7's lyrical dance, but I threw that aside in the end.
We ended up going for Pixie Lott's Mama Do, and we combined both our ideas of ballet and modern.
And we ended up chereographing up to the first two verses in the chorus only.
We were clueless after that. xD


Then we spent a while in the gym exercising, then a little while more in the studio, me stretching again and Rachel exercising with those little dumbells.
By the end of 2 hours, I lost more than 60 calories.
Hey, at least it's something! ^^


My verdict?
We should do this every week!
What say you, Rach?^^

Apparently, I'm Only Able To Come Up With Ideas When I'm Supposed To Be Sleeping.

Because I've finally thought about what to do with the notebook I got from that financial talk the other day. ^^


I'll spare you the bore, so I won't talk about it here (unless you want me to or ask about it), but it definitely has something to do with dancing. =)


Hint?


Notebook = Letters, Mr Gino.


That should be enough of a hint. ;)

T^T

NEED.DANCE.NAO.


I'M GOING CRAZY HERE.

Hmm.

I realised that my past few entries have been really emo-ish. And Lika & Kathrina have already 'scolded' me for making them cry-.. again.


So this time, I thought I'd post something on a slightly happier note.
I will not reminisce and rant about the sad stuff; in fact, how about we re-live those happy moments, so that we'll always have something nice/funny to turn to when we're feeling under the weather?


I am attaching here the link to my Photobucket account where all the past ballet videos that I have taken have been uploaded.
Sometimes, it is better that we remember the good times instead.
So here you go.
Enjoy re-living the good memories, girls.

Clicky me for the videos~!

I Can't Forget.

I had thought that, after a while, I would eventually accept the fact that he's gone, and that I should stop mourning and move on.


But today, Lika had sent me a message saying that she saw Naomi's blog about Mr Gino here. And then I got all emo again.


Just yesterday, I was hanging out with Ann, Ramesh, Beverly and her boyfriend when Beverly happened to mention that there was a dance studio in the university's gym.


Honey, even if I had been daydreaming or something, the word 'dance studio' + 'Utar gym' would have been enough to snap me off of my daydreaming.
Immediately, I imagined myself dancing Intermediate there (it was the only CD I brought, my Advanced 1 music is in my laptop). Just me, the music, and the entire dance studio to myself.
And almost automatically, just the word 'ballet', 'intermediate', or anything that has anything to do with ballet in particular makes my heart ache.
Oh how I miss it; everything, his scoldings, his pervert-ish jokes, his rubbish 'Thai. I even miss hauling myself out of bed every Thursday morning at 9AM just to attend the 9.30 class.
Although, I wouldn't miss much even if I didn't go for the morning class; we'd always managed to persuade him to continue with pirouettes later in our evening class. xD


Why did it have to be so sudden? I mean, in a snap of a finger, he was gone. No warning, nothing. We were not prepared; it was the last thing we expected ever to happen.


If I'm truthful to myself, I'd say I haven't been properly dancing since I came to UTAR. I'm either drowned with assignments, or am just too busy hanging out with my friends. So it's been what, 2 months since I last danced? Those mini practices in my room do not count; I wasn't even able to dance properly from the space constraint.


And somehow, I feel guilty.
I feel that it's as if I've abandoned my responsibility to dance, even more so after the recent drama. I feel attached to dancing, and that I've somehow sort of betrayed Mr Gino by not practicing.


I will check out the dance studio soon, Mr Gino. And if I manage to, I'll use that studio to practice.


I will NOT stop dancing.