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9月28日 New ToyThis week has been a little mad, first with my son coming to stay or not to depending on where he finds himself that night. Confusing ! yes to me too. He went out yesterday and took my keys and has yet to return with them, mind you i was daft enough to lend them to him. Kind of didn't help that i had to go to bed with a migraine. My head is much better today, or will be when i get my keys? Had a dentist checkup too and that inspite of me having kittens, actually i was scared enough to have sabre toothed tiggers lol. But lookily nothing to be done, halleluyah! So back to my toy, i finally got a new phone, a Samsung E350 and been having fun with the camera and other uses on it. I did think it would be like jason's and i'd be able to transfer them to my pc, but can i find if it has a usb thingy? damn no idea! And it costs 20p to send each pic by the mobile network. Money making things these phones. Here i am looking very scary, trying to work out where to point the camera. Its much harder when you can't see what you are taking, though this phone has the teeniest mirror on it but still can't see what you are taking.
I finally got my full face after many takes of bits and pieces lol. Now all i have to do is learn how to send them to who i should be and not post them back to myself as i did at first. 3月20日 DistractionAn entry for the appreciation of most females.
Ok some light refreshment was needed, i needed distraction.
And so thought i'd introduce my husband, oh ok its not actually my husband, it's my boyfriend. Am i not the luckiest woman alive!!
Yes a husband and a boyfriend. hmm i'd better not go there lol.
Ohh ok, i know i live in too much of a dream world. Anyone who has watched ER will know i am telling a porky.
I have always watched ER since the delectable George Clooney wore the white coat, and wondered when i worked in the hospital, why the doctors never looked like that lol.
3月8日 Tipping the pelvis!Wednesday night and its jiggle class night, or wobble depending how many chocolate buns my daughter has forced me to eat, that she has baked for me.
The hardest thing of all to diet is when you have a daughter who can bake food fit for the angels.
So back to my class.
After all the stress lately, it has been a godsend to me. And tonight someone offered me a lift home, so i can continue to go, when i move.
My body was very weary, unwilling to move. But i told it, get out there and go jiggle! wiggle your way though the tension.
So i went, as usual i loved it. The rain didn't stop me, the cold didn't (not that we dance outside lol) and trancelike i danced myway through over an hour of hip-drops, shivering, shoulder rolls, figure of 8 waist thingys, and so many camels i found it hard to put my stomach back in after i'd finished all the rolls i asked it to do. My bottom permanently stuck out, this sounds really odd but if your doing camels right, you have to do that, lots of tipping the pelvis!
All in all, i have no doubt i look very strange doing it, but as the only person i am entertaining is myself, who cares :)
well thoroughly relaxed now, water drunk by the gallon, i do believe my appetite has been stoked. Time to go and feed it lol...
2月23日 Blog thing-birthdate
1月11日 wobble class againDespite wearing the excesses of xmas upon my hips and tummy and , well just about everywhere lol. I went back to my wobble class tonight. It was the first one after xmas and i thought i'd find it difficult but, nope i loved it as i always do.
Maybe it was an easier class, i think she was a little gentle with us all. But still, now i am sat absolutely exhausted, exhilerated but shattered. My body feels alive, very alive. And i know tomorrow i will feel aches in places i had forgotten. For anyone who dosn't know my wobble class is Egyptian dance, or by its more familiar name: belly dancing!
All i can say is my belly did me proud, it wobbled and shivered and shook. I think shivering has to be one of my favourite things, and despite being a tad bigger than i was, and more unfit i still managed to do it. Try shaking your whole lower body, non -stop while holding your top still, all to music , its not so easy to hold it. But i can say i did my best lol.
10月22日 wobble class-commentsIn reply to the people who comment
There are still some things i don't understand about these blog pages, or journals, or spaces. I am still learning new things. Mostly i just write bits and pieces, but i do find it interesting that people can comment on your space, place or blog, or thing by what-ever name you choose to call it.
So far i have been lucky and have had constructive and good/nice comments,
It's nice, flattering even that people take the time to read what you have put and actually remark on it. It gives a different view on what you are writing about.
I can only say thankyou for taking the time, and i'm extremely flattered that anyone would want to put my space as a link on their page, gosh in fact i think that deserved a golly gosh. No i'm not drunk, or taking a step back in time language - wise, just lost for words :)
Impulsive is good, occasionally i have it, its really another word for curiosity without that little voice telling you, now should you really be doing this! We all should have a little of this in our makeup.
Well i must admit i did laugh, at the image of dancing to military brass band tunes :)
Oompa oompa blow your trumpa. erm yes see i was laughing. Either that or the meds for migraine is way too strong & i have absolutely lost it.
But back to dancing to this kind of tune, well i dare say if we danced instead of using it as a celebration of fighting, and put a little sensual oomph into it, more love and less death would be the result. So next time your listening to it, get out there and move those hips, swing those legs and shimmy those fabulous shoulders lol. Just remember no saturday night fever- pointing, could be mistaken for either gun pointing or lunacy.
I do love my dancing class, and the displaying that takes place, well my derriere isn't the most obvious part of my body, so dancing with it stuck out, and giving it a good old shake or wobble, would certainly get me noticed. Probably the men in white coats will be waiting! But it does make me want to have a go. African dance , is powerful, its energy is fabulous, i can only imagine the endorphins released. I should imagine you'd feel that drum beat in your soul.
So whether dancing is done for fun, for sexual enticement, or for a man's head on a plate (hmm that was belly dancing i think). It is fun, fun , fun, so i welcome the release of those endorphins.
I will feed my interest by watching the programme on ancient Egypt recommended on Sunday. One day i will visit the Valley of Kings, for now it's still a dream and i hate to say one day? because it should be some day definately.
Tonight i taped Helen of Troy, i fear my history bug will never be fed sufficiently. I remember being one of the few who actually enjoyed history lessons at school. Now i know some will say, school ? as it's known by friends and family i rarely attended. But that is a whole new subject to be wrote about,and that i will leave for another day.
10月20日 My Wobble Class Last night I went to my Egyptian Dance class (my wobble class) and enjoyed it, nay loved it as I always do. But my interest was piqued about the origins of it, what is it about belly dancing that is so wonderful? I didn’t really expect any answers; it was just pure curiosity that made me type the words into my search engine.
As always I opened the historical page first, it seems that Egypt was the first great culture to infuse its society with the magic of music and dance. Hmm I thought, yep something else we owe to the Egyptians. Here they believed life was to be lived and enjoyed to the full, and outside stimulants increased their enjoyment. I’m talking music and dance, I dare say other things too, but I won’t go into that. Music, love and sensuality all appear to come together, no matter the culture or the time in history. So it doesn’t surprise me that something that happened then happens now. When we imagine belly dancing now, we think of the erotic side to it. To a woman enticing a man, teasing him by moving parts of her body seductively in an extremely sensuous way. When I dance the last thing on my mind is the thought I am enticing a man. But that I am moving my body to music, hopefully in the right way, but if it’s not right who cares, I do it for fun not for its technique. The more I read, the more entranced I become. Dancing was performed for more than enjoyment, which is where prehistoric movers and shakers excelled. But when dancing was performed in ancient Egypt, I suspect that dancing was then categorized into different types, and the belly dancing that I do probably tended to originate from the harems. If I am wrong, I apologize profusely to my tutor! But short of turning a posting on belly-dancing into a history of dancing, I will just say that for an hour and half I am lost, for that time I am caught up in pure enjoyment and hard to believe it is exercise too.
Today when I woke, I couldn’t believe how my ribs ached and my tummy screamed at me ‘what the hell did you do to my muscles?’ my legs surprisingly were ok. So as next week is a break, I had better get my music on and do a little shivering and hip-dropping, if I don’t want the parts of me to scream again after I next make an appearance at my hobby. With exercise and dance classes you tend to move your body in two ways, with this you learn to move your body in 3 ways, I wonder just what that benefits. Ahh well I will leave that to your imagination… But as it had been a while since I graced this class, my poor body had given up in any form of movement and had fused into a rigid form, its movement singular. But my brain remembered the moves and said "hey you can do this" fortunately there are no mirrors in the hall. The thing I love though about it though is, its a dance form that celebrates a body that is strong, sexy and yet dosn't give a damn if it wobbles! Now that can only be good.
I don’t wish to bore everyone to death rattling on about the history of dance in ancient Egypt, see how I get distracted! But I have put a couple of links, if anyone is curious. http://showcase.netins.net/web/ankh/music.html http://nefertiti.iwebland.com/timelines/topics/music.htm
And for the dancing I kid myself I do. http://www.turkishegyptiandance.com/
It would take me forever to list all the sites, but this a UK one and if any fellas are interested, they do male classes too lol. See how prejudiced we can be, even I smiled at that thought, but I did dance with a man at a Hafla I attended and he was not in anyway dancing in a feminine way. 10月7日 DancingHobbies, the word that describes a multitude of things. Or in a person's life it should. Sadly in mine it appears to be lacking at the moment. But the one thing i do love & have always loved is dancing. Nothing beats moving your body to music. Nothing beats the thrill of knowing you are at one with the beat, even if you really arn't lol. I have an aversion to exercise, mention it and i run for the hills, or i should say ' I stumble to the hills ! Over the years, ive had a go at most forms, well barring cricket and footy, oh and rugby. Is that exercise, and does a hobby if it involves working the body, become exercise, hmm. Well, i wandered a bit then, back to dancing. I love it,to me its exercise wearing the face of fun. On Wednesday, i returned after a break of a year, to my Egyptian Dance class. All the usual fears were there, i'd put weight on, would i look stupid? (hmm hard not to lol) would i remember anything?, would i know anyone? Lots of ifs and woulds, but despite my knees knocking , and a boot up the bum from a good friend. I swallowed my fears, packed my bottle of water, my belt with coins & my cosy socks (bet that blew the image lol) & trundled my way to the local school. The sounds of women talking, faces unfamiliar,those knees knocking madly! then despite nearly tripping up, i heard several hello's and the tutor was saying "welcome back stranger" and it was as though i had never been away. My belt firmly around my hips, the sound of chinking coins, the strains of egyptian music , sinuous or vibrant, but never boring. The movement in my body stiff, but slowly loosening up. I loved it. All i can say is , roll on next week... 9月14日 A DARK EDGEWhere would we be without entertainment, wouldn't life be pretty boring! To each of us, we all have something that amuses us, or intrigues and captures our interest.
We are fortunate that we can have a variety of different ways to do this. For some it's music others its more visual and to others its a tactile thing. To some of us, its a combination of it all.
For me it varies depending upon my mood. Music is wonderful it's always with me. Tv plays its part, feeding my imagination or just simply causing me to laugh my socks off. Theatre a combination of music and action, ok not the fast action that rushes past in movies or TV but more than enough to stimulate.
I was thinking as i added the photographs yesterday of the image of Dracula, and what is it about such a character that fascinates me so.
For a hobby i like to write short stories. And the one thing i have never dared to try is a vampire one.
The subject of vampires i sometimes wonder, has been done to death (pardon the pun!) and its a challenge to make it still interesting. I didn't get to see the ballet this time, but others who have seen it, say its brilliant, so yet another rehash of a familiar story seems to have worked. I will see it next time and reserve my judgement until so.
But i have decided to try and write my story, keep it simple i tell myself. Less gore, more intrigue, build the edge of fear or at least try and weave an air of mystery into it.
Time will tell, i have any number of ideas of stories in my documents. They are begun, but with a mind that is ever moving onto the next subject, they don't always end up complete.
One of my favourite characters in a book is Lestat, from Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice. I loved the film too, Tom Cruise (despite the blonde wig) Brad pitt, Antonio Banderos (hmm how do yu spell his name?) what more does a gal want! And the film was brilliant, despite the mixed reviews it got.
so if i can manage a character with even a smidgeon of A Rices famous vampire i will be a proud scribbler.
To some they prefer Harry potter, i like some fantasy too but to me i prefer a darker edge to my entertainment. I remember reading softer edged books when younger and thinking if this happened or that, it would be more gripping. The ability of an author to hold an interest and make you want to read on, to feel sympathy or care for a character, who just happens to be killing or hurting someone is a weird talent. But then it must be the person who is interested in it who is the weirdest one of all.
Ohh well, i guess that means me :)
So i will finish now and begin my story. All in the name of a hobby, which is initially in the name of entertainment... |
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