Cause for Exhaustion
Ok, Abby was very very tired last night because she went to her first rehearsal for the Wei Lun Interhall Dance Club. Her brain was very tired because she had two of the most intense classes ever. Industrial Automation was 2 jam-packed hours of insane time-to-frequency conversions that involved us being asked to just memorize 12 graphs for next time-- because then everything will be very simple. That was followed by a very grammar and vocab heavy Cantonese class. From which I still can recall nothing. Whatever, dance.
Yay for clubs in HK! It looks like the only dance-clubbers are going to be Alli and me (the only girls with dance experience). Hannah tried it out the first day, but does not feel that her skill level will progress to handle the routine by our performance in April. This may seem a bit negative but I will say that the routine is wicked hard.
They have a professional choreographer who does hip-hop dances and after 2 hours of practice I was pretty sure I'd die. Actually die. Now granted I'm horribly out of shape and I don't really do hip-hop (oh how I long for ballet!) but even so. This was crazy. Awesome, but crazy. We must have spent 25 minutes trying to really get the first move. Most people's rib cages are attached.
Anyway, it is super fun, the choreographer speaks primarily in Cantonese (not that important in dance though- who hasn't been shouted at in Russian and understood perfectly?) There were between 15 and 20 students I'd guesstimate and almost half were boys, which is fun. Besides Alli and Hannah the only person I really knew was this girl, Chris, that lives on our hall. She's really cute, and has green streaks in the bottom layers of her hair. She says that there were only 3 boys last year and the routine was about a hundred times easier.
About the choreographer- I don't know his name, he wasn't really introduced. We're going to call him DancIzzle. Dance for his unbelievable dancing ability, Izzle for his gangsterness and cizzle because he is really really really ridiculously good-looking. Dancizzle is this young Chinese guy with corn-rows and looooong braids, who was wearing oversized white sean combs sweats and air force ones. He has the prettiest face. Hannah claims he's the most beautiful man she's seen in her entire life. Ever. So to make a long story short, we're in love.
Another long story I'll spare you the details of is how much I hurt today. You can imagine.
Tonight is the Hall Singing Competition, which is very hyped here at Wei Lun. Our boy Ali is singing, so that'll be fun. Speaking of Ali, he claims you can shout almost anything in English at bus drivers and they will interpret that as "Please stop at the next bus-stop, sir". Yesterday we were on the bus together and he called up "My shoes smell, thank you!" It totally worked. Hi-lar-ious.
Ok, I'm about to go vegitate with some chips and cheese, have you all a lovely day.
Abby
Yay for clubs in HK! It looks like the only dance-clubbers are going to be Alli and me (the only girls with dance experience). Hannah tried it out the first day, but does not feel that her skill level will progress to handle the routine by our performance in April. This may seem a bit negative but I will say that the routine is wicked hard.
They have a professional choreographer who does hip-hop dances and after 2 hours of practice I was pretty sure I'd die. Actually die. Now granted I'm horribly out of shape and I don't really do hip-hop (oh how I long for ballet!) but even so. This was crazy. Awesome, but crazy. We must have spent 25 minutes trying to really get the first move. Most people's rib cages are attached.
Anyway, it is super fun, the choreographer speaks primarily in Cantonese (not that important in dance though- who hasn't been shouted at in Russian and understood perfectly?) There were between 15 and 20 students I'd guesstimate and almost half were boys, which is fun. Besides Alli and Hannah the only person I really knew was this girl, Chris, that lives on our hall. She's really cute, and has green streaks in the bottom layers of her hair. She says that there were only 3 boys last year and the routine was about a hundred times easier.
About the choreographer- I don't know his name, he wasn't really introduced. We're going to call him DancIzzle. Dance for his unbelievable dancing ability, Izzle for his gangsterness and cizzle because he is really really really ridiculously good-looking. Dancizzle is this young Chinese guy with corn-rows and looooong braids, who was wearing oversized white sean combs sweats and air force ones. He has the prettiest face. Hannah claims he's the most beautiful man she's seen in her entire life. Ever. So to make a long story short, we're in love.
Another long story I'll spare you the details of is how much I hurt today. You can imagine.
Tonight is the Hall Singing Competition, which is very hyped here at Wei Lun. Our boy Ali is singing, so that'll be fun. Speaking of Ali, he claims you can shout almost anything in English at bus drivers and they will interpret that as "Please stop at the next bus-stop, sir". Yesterday we were on the bus together and he called up "My shoes smell, thank you!" It totally worked. Hi-lar-ious.
Ok, I'm about to go vegitate with some chips and cheese, have you all a lovely day.
Abby
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