Sunday, May 08, 2005

lesson #165: don't phunk with my heart

I can do all the phunking myself. I both hate and love it when I'm not in control. Like when the guy's giving mixed signals, and totally driving me up the wall all crazy and cuckoo, I get a mix of confusion, adrenaline rush, and curiosity. It's like the guy is a puzzle that I have to solve, and I won't quit 'til I have him. For example, the time I most want G is after a quarrel. When you end a conversation off on a bad note, and then silence follows, and then all you can do is wonder what his next move will be like without really knowing... I find him most sexy then.


So anyway, E-ed came (!) and we did some shopping. So far she hasn't gotten anything yet herself, but I've found one ivory top from Mango ($23) and a pink stripey one from Fox ($19). I also tried on a pair of Mango jeans, which was just PERFECT except that I can't button it up. So it has spurred me on to exercise and damnit I swear I'll keep trying on that pair of jeans until I can fit into it, and then once I fit into it I'm gonna buy it. The $85 pair of jeans gives me more incentive to run and do sit-ups more than a gym membership.


And then there was dance camp. Today's session was fun fun fun! We learned house and I think by the end of the session, I kinda got the rhythm of the basic move. It was just really relaxing and enjoyable. The instructor, Ryan, was soooo cute! And funny! In fact, I'd love to............. Ha. Never mind.


One of the dance workshops yesterday was held by Patrick. He used awesome music (B.E.P) and the moves totally go with the fast beat of Don't Phunk With My Heart. Fast and fierce. I LOVE the choreography. I finally realised what I had felt was missing all this time in Emix classes. I miss his kind of steps! Gosh.


Anyway, the session with Patrick reminded me of the times I went to DanceArts with Shiwei. The chemistry we felt (for an extremely short while) then. I remembered how he always wanted to kiss me on the lips, but I'd manouver my head so that his lips landed on my forehead instead. I couldn't imagine kissing him then. Him being two years younger made it kinda odd. And gross. But I wouldn't mind being kissed now. Just to try him on for size. (Disclaimer especially for G the worrywart: IF I AM SINGLE, THAT IS!) Which either means I have matured and become more open-minded, or I have turned into a sick child molester.