So much for exotic

Work is sucking the life out of me, slowly and deliberately.

I truly feel my soul breaking in my office chair.









I was so restless and tired that I briefly considered canceling my exotic class at Milan Pole after. But it was my last day with Guavapass' free trial so I forced myself to head down after work. Class was 8 and I was there by 7 so I explored around.

Chanced upon Grassroots Book Room en route to class.





My face is questionable but the bookstore isn't.

I wanted to leave after realizing 90% of the bookstore was Chinese books but a customer, a bookstore fan it seems, had struck up a conversation with the shopkeeper and so I stayed in to eavesdrop.

The shopkeeper lamented that all the independent bookstores she used to love were gone. One of her old haunts in Taiwan closed down permanently. She worries over the fate of her current, and refers to Books Actually's badly-fared campaign when asked why she didn't seek crowdfunding.

I wish I bought a book but payday is a cry away so I bought two postcards instead. She mentioned the place's rent was staggering and then something about $400k. So I gauge myself to have contributed about 4 second to the lengthening of their lease. Wow!

Headed to class where I was shitty and subpar.

















But then again, I'm really hard on myself.

I can't help being bad at pole turns. I'm bad with my left and right and my perception. I can see you do a move, but I cannot do it until you come and flip me manually. Then maybe, I'd get it. It usually takes a ah-ha! moment that I cannot rush.

Which probably rubbed Eunice the wrong way hahah but she was incredibly patient with me. She kept telling me to give myself credit since this was only the first class I've tried. And that's why I'm accepting being slightly more merciful about my shittiness.

Still, these past two days at Milan Pole confirmed my interest in contemporary, lyrical and latin. Everything else I dislike, mainly because I cannot achieve them. The former three come to me naturally. Years of dramatically arguing with my boyfriend finally paid off!

Night was shit so I shall not go on.