Review: Joyful Steps and Rhythm

Rib cage appreciation photo (again!)















Contemporary was strenuous.

Me and Sherrill wanted an evening class. We initially wanted to do Contemporary Intro but the timings were in mid-day so I couldn't make it. In the end, the only choice was Contemporary Beginner so we decided to fuck it and go!

To start the review: contemporary is extremely different from pole. I didn't need long to get used to pole. It is a simple combination of refined drunk Zouk moves and upper body strength, which I surprisingly have in spades thanks to Gabriel wink wink.

Contemporary is ballet meets modern dance. It is a beautiful, graceful movement. It is a dance that imagines you to be constantly hugging someone, getting tugged by someone, and existing not as a person, but as a message.

Pole dance, you exist as a person, and you are the message. You are the message that you are the sexiest being to ever strut this Earth and God do you have the strength and agility to prove it. But contemp was the opposite.

In fact, the biggest show of their contrast is in even the instructors' words:

Contemp: Contemp dancers love the floor. We want nothing more than to melt into one
Pole: Pole dancers belong in the air. We are only happy six feet off the ground

It was the most glaring message -- I immediate knew which one appealed to me.

But more on contemp: because our class started three weeks ago and was a beginner one, the instructor was relentless. There were only two women in the class before me and Sherrill came in. All three of them caught up with the class easily. Not me.

I struggled very badly. Most of the moves in contemp are continuous. Four half-spins in a row before a spread. So if I fuck up the first spin, I fuck up all four. And because it's a beginner class, the instructor couldn't stop to correct us one by one.

So it was a seemingly endless hour-long session of me utterly clueless and struggling. 

Sherrill was very keen to further this course and at the point of being there, so was I. But it wasn't because I'm interested. It is because I refused to believe that I could not ace this.

But my bullheadedness wouldn't be worth the hours of self-loathing over the session after, the hours I'm bearing through right now as I write this post. I want to practice it, but unlike pole, I don't have a video of the dance so I'm limited to sub-par YouTube videos.

So I end my Joyful Steps and Rhythm review with my rejection.



Baby waited 45 minutes for me! :D

He was hungry but waited to pick me up and he was so sweet. He walked towards my studio and hugged me even though I was sticky and asked me how the session was, like a happy husband! And we went to dinner where I made the above face because he forbid me from "humphing" aloud.

Headed to his place after!







My sleepyhead doing what he does best -- nothing!

He woke up surprisingly early. Maybe it is my fault for nudging him so much heh heh. But anyway, we spent today morning sourcing for products to put on our Carousell. Check him out @constantitanium! Mine is predictably @minicolee.

After that, he decided to reward himself by ordering me to get breakfast before falling dead asleep. So adorable heh heh. The breakfast came and we unboxed it in the kitchen. He was halfway through it when he decided to go into the room.

And it wasn't long till I heard, "baby shall we eat inside?" as my king ignored everything else I replied back till I brought all our food into the room. I complained about it and he gave this sneaky laugh and I couldn't be angry anymore hehe. It helped that he kept kissing me till I melted away.

Such will be my future freelance slave duties as his wife.

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My early afternoon was spent revamping our room!

Before:



Me and my sister's bed occupied pretty much the entire room so we would always feel like sleeping when we're in. Our tables are side by side and we have a shit ton of cupboards everywhere, even though I personally don't need that much storage.

After:



HOLY FUCK LOOK AT THAT SPACE! MY FLOOR HASN'T SEEN LIGHT IN YEARS. IT WAS SO TOUCHED, IT CLEANED ITSELF! I'm kidding it didn't, I had to sweep like a slave.



My part time bangla.



Taking long lunch break/ skiving.



Space is king.