As fun as it is, dancing (especially hip-hop) is just not for me. The isolation exercises that we did only confirm my muscles inflexibility. My head simply couldn't flow along with the music and my shoulders could hardly move with the beat. It's fun, although it has left me an aching waist now. Another night of fun with chats and water bombs and hardcore suayness. Upon arrival, I could smell a shit from faraway, but sensing that I might be smelling wrongly, I sat down and joined in. It was getting disturbing but I couldn't make out the source of that foul smell despite shifting my buttocks' weight around. Well, I couldn't, because I'm sitting on the shit! So again I was being ridiculed at, but then with JS around, who wouldn't?