our salsa grad nite! and the spoilt candy..
our salsa level one grad nite at xen bar was a blast!
the gang of 5 girls was reduced to jus me n mei, n we stayed frm 9.30pm till 2.30am in the mornin dancin n spinnin wif e guys who taught us new moves n cool steps! obviously we were not that keen on dancin wif our classmates since they’re most prob as blur as we are haha. so after a nite of practice and fun, this is wat i’ve gathered abt my dancin:
1. candy fuckin can’t count beats. 1,2,3.. 5,6,7 sounds the same to me. i can’t tell which is 1 and which is 5. if u do not noe yet, candy’s kinda tone deaf bleah. how shld i train myself to be more musically inclined? =|
2. candy lacks stamina and can’t keep up wif the tempo. some songs were so fast n altho i hear e beat, my brains will somehow relay e msg to the legs half a beat later. n when it’s time to do simple turns, i’m always one beat slower since my reaction is so slow. man, i needa ask my brains n legs to move faster.
3. candy is so spoilt even in salsa. generally spkin, the guys in our sch can lead better than guys frm other schs (i think!). a strong n clear lead is wat our instructors always emphasize on durin class, so the difference is very apparent when u dance wif guys frm other schs n i just hate dancin wif them!
the ai-mai-ai-mai lead simply turns me soooo off, plus since i’m jus a beginner i can’t interpret unclear leads for moves that i’ve never learnt/seen before. but, alex my instructor says we have to dance wif all kinds of guys so that we won’t be too spoilt wif e good dancers. i think he notices that i’m always poutin when dancin wif the turn-off-guys haha. hmm… alritey. =|
in any case, i still prefer guys who have a firm, strong yet gentle grip on my hands and spin me into moves that’re beyond my expectations! haha so the top 3 male partners (among those i’ve danced wif + accordin to this criterion) emerged:
1. kelvin, instructor in my sch
2. ALEX, my instructor!
3. chan, my senior in sch n my regular dance partner-cum-teacher for now. haha
and once again there’s this irritatin guy who kept askin me n mei for a dance altho i’ve displayed a serious lack of interest in dancin wif him. the worst thing was when i was enjoyin myself so much wif kelvin, that bugger interupted us n said “hey, why’re u dancin wif him? he’s an instructor!” bloody hell.. i noe that n obviously that’s why i was dancin wif him! n that irritatin guy with an arty-farty-slang went on to say “dance wif me instead!” n damn, kelvin politely left us. boohoo… there goes my fave partner for the nite. bloody fake-slang asshole!!
i simply hate lousy guys. wahahaha.
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