Oh, if I have not mentioned it before… now I’m telling you.
I sent in a form for the Men’s Health Refine & Define Challenge 2008. And I am selected as one of the 20 finalist. Woohoo! The challenge is to turn me into a real man’s man! X^D
So dancing is the third module out of 10. Off I went to The Dance Space in Plaza Damas on Saturday morning. The Dance Space is actually quite small lah. It’s just one big square room with wooden parque floor and a counter.
The Dance Space. That’s Mie posing for this shot. I put the magazine there simply for promotional purposes, and also to give the photo a sense of context, it is a Men’s Health event after all.
I forgot who our dance instructor’s name. She’s a Thai and she taught us hip-hop… Aiseh, what is this lah. I don’t even go clubbing, so hip-hop basically doesn’t mean much to me. I was hoping that they might teach us some latin dance or some simple waltz. But I guess no guy will want to hold another guy’s hand and waist in a waltz. Ah well… hip-hop it is.
Contrary to my initial believe, hip-hop is actually not easy. I had the chance to learn a few steps from a friend last time. I just can’t synchronise my hands with my legs with my hips with my butts. Either I looked like a rusted robot with jammed gears, or a bone-less octopus squirming when I dance hip-hop or go to the clubs. I like dancing, but I’m no good at it.
I stood at the front. Why? Because I’d rather face the dance instructor’s back than to have 19 guys’ ass poking my eyes. I was just right behind the the instructor… and a few times she jokingly [& sarcastically] mentioned not to stare at her ass. Ooops, I must have overdone it. X^D
After 2 hours, everyone was tired. There was a lot of movement, ass grinding, booty shaking & blur faces. If you want aerobic exercise the fun way, take hip hop lessons. We split and I went off for lunch with Alif, Dixon & Amran.