Zouk by another name

Why call it pole dance class when it's 94% floor work?

Pole is getting a little tiresome because all we learn is choreographs which is greeeeat but it's nothing Zouk can't teach me. I want to learn the harder stuff -- yes I'm stepping out of my zone but if we don't even start, how can we ever expect to one day be able to accomplish it?

This just leaves me to watch pole YouTube videos more and wind up at Sands practicing.

Jesus.

Could I love you more?

Jesus Christ look at my calf muscle, years of heels have ripped all my dreams of lean legs in half.

In fact I think out of all my boyfriends, only Gabriel have calves like mine because when he was in secondary school, he'd be early and bored so he'd climb the stairs on tip toes So now he has the thickest, strongest calves. For me its just years of vanity and passionately trying not to be short.

So we are the perfect showcase of boredom meeting passion at equal results.

We are made for each other.





My face 98% of the time as I try to remember ma moves





Single-handed swinging!

It is a big deal at my current stage but it will become the bare minimum as I progress. My aim is to do a Jade, Allegra Box Split or a Music Box by the end of this year so I need to push my flexibility, core and upper body strength to new limits quickly.



Jade

LOL I cannot even do splits on the floor so let alone in mid air but hey, my sister took three months of obsessively trying to succeed so I'll just have to double up her effort. I have my own office. I can split myself at work. Split or die trying.

Or maybe I'll take a photo of my sister doing it and pass it off as me.



Allegra Box Split

Basically just a split too but easier than Jade because both hands are supporting the full body weight, whereas for Jade, I'd have to learn how to stay on a pole without my hands. My thighs are gonna burn. AND I WILL ENJOY IT.



Music Box

And my happiest fantasy: the Music Box.

You don't know how long I've dreamed of being able to do this. I don't want to do it for any other nobler reason except to show my exes what they're missing. I'm kidding. I want to do it to piss their current girlfriends off. I'm kidding.

I know I'm inflexible. I don't need further reminders. And if I ever can do this one day, I would be able to die in peace. I would be able to die knowing that will triumphs nature and that there is nothing I can't do if I put my mind to it.

But back on more lighthearted matters.

I made baby take my diet pill this morning and he very proudly told me that all he ate for the day, before meeting me, were five apples. And that he had to walk away from glorious rice and fragrant meat and eat a stupid apple.

I WAS SO PROUD OF HIM!

Especially since I broke my diet LOL I stuffed myself on Subway and Mee Tai Bak so at least one of us was succeeding!

He came over hungry and with a lot of sad faces so we went grocery shopping and it was so adorable watching him pine over Lays and M&Ms as I waltzed him past those sections into cereals and fruits. He grumpily walked slowly as a protest and I had to hold his hand while pushing his back.

I'm gonna make a great fucking mother I know it.

Dinner was him miserably pairing bananas with cereal in a bowl of milk as he gazed lovingly at the remnants of my Subway (at least I split this one sub into two meals ok I tried) and when I gave him a bite, he reached a stomach orgasm.

My boyfriend likes meat oh ho ho such is my life.

He was too tired to do more but after much convincing, he decided to not only be the strongest midnight lover I ever had, but also a little beyond. And after that as we cuddled, I asked him why and he had the most darling reason:

"Today we ended work early so most of the seniors went to pick up their kids from preschool. And it was so sweet. I want kids too. I want kids too baby."

And he fell asleep.

My sister came back from home and I was complaining about getting game requests from someone and Gabriel quickly turned over to us and demanded, "Who?!" then rolled back to sleep.

SO CUTE MY SLEEP-TALKING BABY.

My sister and I laughed about it but he was too asleep to care hahaha.

Afterwards my sister was telling me about her sleepy day and Gabriel stopped snoring, which usually meant he was starting to stir awake but instead of that, he started murmuring about work and my sister laughed at him again.

My sister and I share a room but we have separate beds. Gabriel was on mine so she can hear all his snores and his sleeptalk. She also heard him when I tried to position him to spoon me and he grumpy-sleepily snapped that, "Your hair is in my face," then dropped dead asleep again.

Right before 5am I woke up and I knew how hungry he was from the night before so I gave up all further chances at sleep and prepared a small breakfast. And he woke up with the most adorable bedhead and with his deepest voice (yet), greeted my mum good morning.

His voice is really deep. I don't think I've dated anyone else with a voice like this. It's like some men's voices break, while his snapped. BUT I LOVE IT!

I made both our breakfast in a single plate so that we wouldn't overeat and he kept trepassing into my portion until eventually, all I had left was one last bite that he quickly divided into half and devoured while lovingly saying, "For me? I love you baby."

Silliest man on Earth.

A budding obsession

Might have gotten a little carried away with this budding hobby.

Booked a pole to practice my baby pole lesson one because I attended a makeup and hence had to share a pole. It was fine and my partner was lovely but every move she learnt, was every move I couldn't. So it was imbalanced.

I perfected the routine and I still had an hour to spare so I tried to Google for new pole tricks to try and MY STARHUB, OF COURSE, HAD TO FAIL ON ME. GOOD JOB! My first individual pole practice and it's fucked!

I could snap my sim card Jesus Christ.

Rushed off to Ang Mo Kio early to get dinner ingredients for the lazy baby who was happily at home dotaing as he replied me sporadically, empathizing with my lack of data and the numerous idiots who stared at me when I broke down screaming in the rain at a traffic junction FUCK YOU RAIN.

Started dinner secretly since he was too busy gaming to notice I came and his parents excitedly helped me with dinner. It was a pretty impressive meal if I may say so myself. Stew, pasta, steak and scrambled eggs. All for the lazy king.

Of course he forced me to admit that I bought the steak instead of preparing it as I declared I did heh heh. Rest of the night was him obsessing over Witcher 3 cut scenes (who does that?!) while I powered my Carousell back up.

He woke me up the next day by accident when he was preparing for work because quiet is not his middle name and he kept leaving and entering the room but each time, I thought he was leaving for good so I kept stretching out my arms and making him hug me and each time, he'd say he was late but come and love me anyway hehe.

Happiest woman on Earth.

The world and seven seas

Pole control

Was what I convinced my mum I was taking.

My mum is a very paranoid woman. She suspects everything and hence I'm always very tactful with what I tell her. I started coming home frazzled more often than usual and so when she asked what classes I'm taking, I was hesitant.

I decided to show her the most graceful pole dance video I could find from SLAP.

And her first words,

"Wa not bad. But how you gonna practice? No pole at home."

IS MY MUM COOL OR WHAT. She doesn't mind me pole dancing! Even worried that I couldn't practice! What a mother!

Gabriel says my mum must be feeling proud that her daughter knows how to keep a man. And at the core I know it's true that Gabriel will reap the biggest from my lap dance and pole dance classes heh heh. He better never leave me.











I need not kid myself.

I am the least flexible girl in class.

It is a shitty title to hold, but I can't help it. My body is so stiff, I'm convinced I was born to plank. And that put me off pole dancing for the longest time. But now I don't give a shit. I'll improve as I go along. NO MORE EXCUSES!

But still, during the stretching, I got slightly discouraged watching all the girls touch their toes while I struggle to touch my knees. But because I am God's golden child, he decided to give me a chance to shine somewhere else.

We were supposed to learn how to mount the pole and grip it with our legs. Everybody did it easily. Then the instructor told us to try taking one hand off, thus putting the pressure solely on one arm and our crossed legs. And the wave came.

Every girl in the room started to fall, a few in unison and some one after another. And I didn't understand why, because even through their third and forth attempts I was still hanging on, spinning effortlessly from attempt #1 HEH HEH HEH YOU GO, RIGHT ARM!

Thank you, rock-climbing. 

But anyway, the rest of the lesson was not as breezy to go through because me and a girl were from a makeup class and hence we had to share a pole. So the moves that I could learn, were the moves she couldn't, and vice versa.

And I was so happy I made friends, again! This really interesting girl was an NIE in training teacher while this other woman was a housewife I think. They were both super encouraging and friendly to me throughout the session. I can't believe my good luck. I LOVE IT.

When pole concluded, I went to change in a hurry.

Rushed over to Paya Lebar and finally saw my favorite man!

It was so wonderful to see my baby again. He had the most tired smile and without saying a word, he stood up, picked me up and carried me all the way to behind this elevator where he proceeded to make everyone uncomfortable by being very publicly loving awww such a darling.

We headed over to Ang Mo Kio to shop for groceries because despite how tired he was, he wanted to make lunch. And I think you know you've found someone special when he makes even grocery shopping the funnest activity on Earth.

He went on to make lunch while I tried rehearsing the baby lap routine I learnt at SLAP and thank god they force us to film every practice because my beautiful mind had no memory space for it so it was a lot of hasty last-minute revision.

I don't have stage anxiety. Not in the least. If anything, being in front of a crowd multiplies my confidence to staggering levels. If I make a mistake, I'll laugh it off and continue. That's the kind of self-confidence I have, especially when I know someone's watching.

But my terror at performing my first ever lap dance for Gabriel was insane.

I got ready, gripped my chair, then fell apart even before I started. Rinse and repeat. This happened for six times. And each time, Gabriel would smile and put out a hand and I'd run to him and hide in his arms while he stroke my head and convince me that he'll love it.

And so at the seventh time, I decided we both had enough and I pretended he wasn't there and it worked! After a while I got caught up in it and my terror faded beautifully into self-confidence and wellllll let's just say he is a very, very pleased man.

Then we started on How to Get Away with Murder and now we're both hooked.









Dinner with his family after!

For the past week he was sailing, I survived on a 500cal/ day diet and successfully matched my sec 1 weight of 40kg. But when he made lunch, I couldn't resist. And when his family asked for dinner, I couldn't say no.

SOOOOO as expected of me, I crashed spectacularly on day six of my diet and died in flames of xiao long bao, Shanghai toasted bao, roast pork rice, beef ramen, kuo ruo bao, and I shouldn't fucking go on I'm getting hungry sob sob sob.

But it was lovely catching dinner and it put me in a spectacularly good mood. We went home and continued watching How to Get Away with Murder but the sleepy baby dozed off after a while so.. that was my day wonderfully concluded.

Morning was a delight of love, passion and ruffled sheets.

Jesus take the wheel

Because I obviously shouldn't.

Had the most fucked up day at BBDC ever. I haven't touched a wheel in a while and so the minute my car took off, I knew I was fucked. I couldn't make my turns, I couldn't stop smoothly, I kept missing my clutch.

I've never been so fucking bad at anything since engineering.

And there my sister is breezing through her practicals.

Jesus fucking Christ.





























But it was fun going to BBDC with her finally.

We always had seperate lessons and today, we managed to clash! She told her instructor I was in the circuit and I told my instructor she was out on the roads already and we managed to meet in the middle as the lesson ended!

Right now I am actually bitterly disappointed with BBDC and considering making a formal harassment complaint to one of their instructors but I fear they'll fail me even more if I do. Authority abuse at its best!

Fucking life.