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MASTER CLASS!

which totally absolutely rules! it was realllllllyyyyy fun & even though it's only technique stuff (and allegedly boring) i found it SUPER INTERESTING. because im currently trying my hardest to get myself a better technique, blah dee blah thing. (lately, ive been over-using the word "blah")

yeah, master class (I KNOW IT SOUNDS WRONG, but it's actually a TOTALLY ESSENTIAL CLASS THAT EVERY DANCER SHOULD TAKE) was really good.

at first, i was totally apprehensive about the class, i mean, taught, by a GUY? in our leotards? WAY GROSS (for the uninformed, im FEMINIST) also, i was dragged off by ruth from my lunch. dragged? because, dear readers, my chinese group had to film something & we ran a bit long, so, i started eating lunch at 2.20pm, when we were supposed to be ready for the class @ 2.30pm. [note, i used supposed] lemme explain my eating experience:

it's like, i was gulping down my food (instant noodles) when it wasnt even properly ready [note please: it's weird, please do not try this at home, sorry, ANYWHERE] ALSO, I COULDNT EVEN GET TO DRINK MY SOUP. the other totally mad bit, was that ruth had this crazy 60-second count-down, where she was this computer. (obviously she wasnt counting properly, if not i wouldnt even be able to finish half my lunch) she was like "1 pausepause 2 pausepause 3 pausepause..." you get the idea?

so, like, when she finally got to 60, she went, "you are a loser, 10 extra seconds granted".

so, she counted down to 10, and when she finally reached 10, she went booming in a loud voice, "YOU ARE AN ULTIMATE LOSER!" and the WHOLE shop went ... silent. you could totally hear a feather drop if you tried. even the shop-keepers (who suck at english) were staring at us. then, she hopped up & went to the entrance, whining out "AN-ge-LINE..." and the whole shop was flooded back with noise again. i almost burst out laughing, cos amazingly, i was just sitting there calmly eating my instant noodles, while everyone stared in shock. it was SOOO totally funny. you should have seen EVERYONE'S FACES. they must be wondering wth is going on. WAHAHAHAHAHA.

yeah, so then we ran back to school (which wasnt very far-duh) only to find, you guessed it, the door still locked, & everyone was just miling about waiting for ms chiam to magically appear. HURMPH. SO, THERE I WAS JUST BACK FROM RUSHING MY FOOD IN TO FIND THAT the door was still LOCKED & ms chiam WAS NO WHERE TO BE SEEN. i mean, any respectable girl would start complaining, and that's what i did. i was there whining to ruth about my poor lovely soup that had to be dumped. SO SAD. but at least i got to buy my barley, so i partly forgave ms chiam.

the door finally opened at around 2.40pm. {like, how pathetic is that?} so, we went in to put our bags down & got dressed in our leotards. my hair is like, shorter now, so it was EVEN harder to stuff my hair into a bun, but daphne managed to help me pull it off after she was done with her hair. but, i still love my hair. haha.

the guy only came at 3-ish, which was really sad, cos we had to wait around for a good half hour for everything to be ready. we started off with floor barre. which is like doing normal barre, only on the floor. which is totally cool. there was this one gross bit, but if you wanna have good abdominal muscles (REALLY, I HAVE GIVEN UP ALL HOPE OF SPELLING), then you just totally have to bear with it. but, all in all, floor barre still rockedcos,

a) you use/train your abdominal muscles [translation: you get abs]

b)you get flexible [translation: say hi to those easier splits]

c)YOU GROW TALLER [I DONT EVEN NEED TO TRANSLATE. IT SPEAKS A UNIVERSAL LANUAGE. EVERYBODY SCREAM *angeline starts screaming like mad*]

but, i put (c) last, cos that's really the least important. it was mainly ranked according to importance. (but, really, who can tell the diff between (a) and (b)?) so yeah, i *heart* floor barre. anyway, i totally worked as hard as i could, to stretch my muscles accordingly. too bad during one exercise, i got MUSCLE CRAMP, and had to stop. which means that i totally couldnt get to finish off the exercise. (i know this doesnt sound like the slacker angeline, everybody's grown to "love" [dont worry, you can gag here if you want, i dont mind], but i have a new mindset now. more on that later.)

we had a short water/toilet break & then continued with some exercises at the barre. simple exercises like just pointing your leg out to the side (forgot the french term, but it's pronounced alla-sa-con ~ish. lol) can actually take a lot of knowledge of your body's anatomy to execute properly. like, we had to first find our centre, then open our feet to the first position that we're comfortable with [i dont mean, a position that one is comfortable with, i mean, ballet first position] and point out according to the angle your pointing foot is facing-that means diagonally, not exactly 180 degrees. (never mind if you dont understand. it's hard to explain) it was really good and i felt that i was using my muscles. BUT, i couldnt feel my inner thigh muscles being used, which totally sucks. because, i dont really wanna have flabby thighs (it's terribly gross), & i dont think anyone really wants them eh? after that, we did some arm exercises, where we leant the proper way of going from first to fifth to second position PROPERLY. he also told us lots of facts on what we had to do to avoid injury as he is "an expert at injuries" and "ballet is very dangerous" (quoted directly off him). after arms, we did bends. forward bends, side bends & back bends. it was totally good, & i have leant a lot from him. (hopefully they'll be stored properly & not chucked out of the window)

i must say, he is a very good dancer, mostly very flexible, but he is "older than" us. [apparently, that means he's not as flexi as he used to be] he's like, from the last generation of Singaporean ballet dancers that have made it big outside of Singapore, which is really sad. he says that the standards of our ballet is going down, & the reason he came here is "to teach the younger people the correct way of learning ballet", which REALLY REALLY helps dudes. i was really happy when he said that ms chiam is gonna do this stuff during ballet & ms chiam gave a nod of apporval.

and, believe it or not, but i was ACTUALLY sad when ms chiam said that we werent gonna have ballet for the next 3 weeks. i mean, whoa, normally slacker girl here would be jumping for joy & whooping, but i LOVE the exercises we do in master class & i cant stand the fact that we're missing floor barre, which by now everyone should know i practically adore. because of its wonderful advantages. Xd

yeah. i promised to go on about my "new mindset". you see, ever since i saw how flexi cheryl was in church camp, i totally wanted to become as flexi, or more flexi than her. i was like, "gosh, i'd like for that to happen", so i decided to concentrate more during ballet & dance. oh & plus i wanna keep fit, cos the elective i took during church camp (fit to serve) tells us that we have to exercise regularly!

why do i suddenly feel lame-ass. yeah, anyway, this whole post was mostly dedicated to master class, which is totally cool & i still cant get over it. whooots~ anyway, school's currently bleh, so yeah. nothing much to blog about that, except that i provided moron support to nicole & beiyi today during recess. everyone knows that it's moral support, but you cant provide moral support when someone's stressing over photoshop, so, you have to provide moron support to ease their stress. am i clever or what? *cheeky grin* yeah, i gotta go now. more soon, hopefully tomorrow recess. ~

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