I m really not the mambo material. Instead of being more exciting and venturing out of my hiphop comfort zone, I went back to hide in phuture again, despite it being packed, crowded and annoyingly uncomfortable and stuffy. Tonight s music was good though.
I scream when they play My Love and Thong Song . Yes, Thong Song is so last century but never mind didn t know it was so clubby till I heard it at phuture.
Coco and cigarette smell strangely go pretty well together!
Ends up smelling like CK Be. (:
Okay, I shall renounce clubbing for a week. I realise there s a real limit to how much squeezing-through-the-crowd I can take.
Shall end of with a picture of me and my chio cousin Sam in her very expensive Ed Hardy top. Pity you can t see it all. Date her out la, then you can see.
(: Please also bring along a Gucci handbag or Chanel shades as a present. Credit card will be necessary. Haha.
But I had equally unglamorous moments when I was dragged into the thick of the crowd by gary who s 3 heads taller than me. And I do mean dragged like how you would dispose of a corpse in a hasty desperate attempt to conceal your crime. I was stumbling over unidentified feet, partially strangled, gasping for air and forcing my body into all sorts of contortion imaginable to pass through gaps of various shapes and sizes.
For most part of the time before 1am, manda and I were justing waiting for something to happen. But the not-too-bootylicious music was such a damper and the crowd did no more than just stand around like vultures gawking at girls. We decided to stand at the entrance and screen the people walking in and leaving phuture.
When it was concluded at a whimsical level of significance that more good looking people were coming in and the not-so-hot ones auto-eliminated themselves, we crawled back in again.
And oh! Met Parry there too.
Who for no reason insisted we were trying to pick guys up, and that there were no worthy ones remaining after he left. Hah. So full of his harmless nonsense.
Some things are particularly amusing in clubs.
Like a circle of people looking at the floor. Most of the time hard as I try to peek I can t really see, and it s beyond me to even hazard a guess at what s going on down there.
Like couples occupying a lot of space. Theoretically you re supposed to dance close to each other and therefore take up less space per person than average right? I tell you they will amaze you with their various patterns of writhing and bending over each other, and they do it with so much passion that they effectively bump people out of the way.
Feet aching from prancing around in heels for hours. Sucks to be a girl and have to wear heels even for dancing.
I declare: No heels for me for an entire week.
Who cares about glamour when you walk like a duck?
Movie was so-so. I was almost going to say bad , but it s a dance movie, and no dance movie no matter how terrible can be bad .
There goes all my objectivity out the window.
I don t care for spoiler warnings, because you won t be watching it for the story anyway (was there one?).
It was a typical case of girl dances ballet, boy does hiphop, girl meets boy at first but doesn t like boy, boy doesn t seem to give a hoot but tries to show off his cool hiphop to the boring ballet girl. And they dance and they dance somemore, and ta-dah! they fall into this miserable thing called L-O-V-E .
Girl s parent doesn t like her going out with this strange boy and boy s brothers want him to do gang-stuff so they leave each other for their separate ways but later someone gets shot and dies and they meet each other at the dance hall, where girl is about to go on stage they fall in love again (or maybe they haven t fell out of it anyway) and with a huge dance sequence as a blast to end the show, everybody s happy!
I could fit this template to Save the Last Dance too everything s pretty much the same. The girl must dance ballet and the boy must dance hiphop and they must face disapproval from parents/friends and there must be a gang somewhere and someone absolutely has to get shot and of course the final dance sequence is most important and which is why we watch it anyway right?
But some differences Save the Last Dance had more chemistry going on between Julia Stiles and Sean Patrick Thomas. The dance wasn t that mind-blowing because there weren t any other dancers except the two and the final sequence was a solo, so it wasn t that fun . Step Up let s skip the chemistry part because I don t want to be tempted to say there was none .
Till now I still don t know who the lead actors are nor am I tempted to find out. There were more group dances in the show though and when those came on it was okay-wake-up-and-watch-this-now!
If I were to watch a movie I d pick Save the Last Dance because it s more sustained.
More movie magic and romance , definitely more polished up . If I were watching a dvd at home I d pick Step Up then, there s this wonderful thing called the remote control you can fastforward when the couple is trying to fall in love with each other to the dance sequences. Even better if the dvd comes with special chapters of the dance sequences only, then you don t even need to hold the FFW button.
Both soundtracks are good though. I bought them both too. But Save the Last Dance is more old-school, which is my cup of tea.
Too early to make a judgement for all I know, Step Up OST might just grow on me like Last Dance did.
Can I use Ludacris s Girls Gone Wild for rag 07?
Butter Factory/Smoove@MoS/Flava@Phuture on 30Nov, and every thur/fri after that.
There goes my savings I know myself well enough to tell the Prudential guy to save his breath on the savings scheme .
Better marry rich guy in future.
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