Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I know your face. LOL. The

‘KiKi? BELLY DANCING? WTF?’

face.

Haha. Okay. But honestly I don’t know what’s so hilarious bout this. Bong seems to find it somewhat extraordinary for me to go for belly dance class too. The thing is… for a few reasons.:

1. My body is dying. I don’t exercise, I don’t move one single bit and I feel like my bones are cemented together now. Aww, sucks.

2. It’s a dance. C’mon. I HATE EXERCISE. I HATE RUNNING THE MOST (except during critical moments of course, like 2012 or something). Running/ jogging is torture. Needs me to torture myself to keep my legs moving moving moving while they protest and screamed and begged in agony while smelly sweaty beads of water stain my face and my lungs can’t work anymore. Repetitive form of exercise, I despise.  Okay la, excuses. My stamina sucks, that’s all. Aww, sucks.

3. It’s getting common…… Quite a few girls I know are doing it, why not? Ain’t gonna be a freak no more.

4. There’s class conducting somewhere near my house with June intake which means I won’t be behind everyone else cause that instructor is starting to teach with a new song. How coincidental. =) No sucks.

First class I attended was last Wednesday. WAS NERVOUS TO DEATH. Was so scared that the instructor will force everyone to exhibit their awesome tummy and mine sucks. AWW. NOOOO! Ultimate nightmare… Imagine:

Ooo…

WOW.

Jaw drops……

Omigoash.

ALL FOUR PHOTOS ABOVE ARE FROM GOOGLE IMAGE SEARCH

AND mine?

Haha. Sorry, low self esteem, okay? Haha. SO you can imagine my fear that the class will be packed with hot tanned ladies who rock like Indians, and I’ll be the white, fat-clotted one who has problem with body coordination. Aww, sucks. I hardly ate before going, in hopes that my belly will flatten a bit.

So I went to class…… only to gasp (nearly).

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For one: the minimum age there is probably thirty. I’m youngest. The learners generally age 40 and above, some look like grannys who can rock a belly dancing coin chain belt.

For two: there ain’t any hot tanned ladies who can curb my confidence down Sarawak River……

She’s friendly cause she smiled at me. And if you think she cannot jingle her belly you are as wrong as the people who thought that Earth is flat.

From their conversation that I overheard, she lost 11 kgs already. O.O

This is the studio:

See the lady on the stage? A cropped out here:

My instructor. Again, she does rock like an Indian.

And me:

In red. I don’t understand why everyone wear black to belly dance (and yoga class). What happened to the colourful impression we have of India?

Okay, overall, belly dance is kinds hard, honestly, fun to learn nevertheless. A lot of ass-shaking involved though. AND. Belly dance isn’t reserved for the slim and beautiful……Anyone can be a belly dancer (with practice, that is).

LOL. By the way, the last belly dancer’s photo is actually what they use on their belly dancing June intake notice, and these photos are from the class I attended today, Sunday, cause I didn’t have the opportunity and take any during Wednesday’s.

Ooo. Kinda surprised I don’t mind sweating a little bit for this. And I is thinking of getting a henna, erm, in near future. It’s not permanent, so no serious consideration required, just time and money.

P.s. Comments?

P.p.s. Oh yea, anyone interested to take over my assistant art tuition teacher post since I’m leaving after this month? If you’re in Kuching. Weekends only, RM4/ hour. You must like children to have this post okay. I don’t want some awful monster to take over……=.=

LOve,

KiKi

Labels: Addiction and Fanatics, Just Another Day, Rants