Tangodurians

Milonga tonight at Avare apartments near KLCC. Slightly apprehensive, nervous, not sure what to expect, don't know whether I can dance anymore (probably can't reconnect for a bit). Why does this dance have to be so emotional! Seems like yesterday two naive girls walked into their first milonga and fell in love. Is this going to be it again then?

Posting up Julio Bassan and Carolina Mueller's tango vid from Triangulo suddenly got the passion going for Tango again. Amidst the pain of moving and job search and saying goodbye to a loved one and packing and oh the CHAOS I definitely lost the spark. But just listening to a good piece, or watching the musicality and gorgeousness of some of the dancers, I realize that this Tango journey is FAR FAR FAR from over. If anything, it gives me a reason to visit any city in the world and check out their Tango scene. This is way exciting. I think I'm gna try Hong Kong next =). It's funny, Tango reminds me of the time when you're being picked for teams. Not even in the sporting field, but in peer groups. You naturally gravitate to a certain bunch of people and for the rest of your schooling life you're almost pigeonholed into that role. Sometimes waiting for someone to ask you to dance is just nerve-wrecking. Milongas always seem to feel like I'm warming up an engine, ...

When I said bye to Ann Arbor and when I said bye to Tango. I was really saying goodbye to a way of life that has made me so utterly joyous for the past 9/10 months. Withdrawal hasn't been easy, it's weird to say that a dance changed my life but it honestly did, and now that I've left the cradle of comfort that was Ann Arbor, which I had known for three years of my life, I was floundering. I checked out Practica here, found new people to say hi to, found an Avik reminder which I was SOOOOOOOO happy about. Maybe life isn't quite over yet.

i've not been immersing myself with dancing as much as i should or would a few months ago. The feeling of euphoria after a dance has slowly dwindled down to just merely feeling satisfied that I have not screwed up yet another tanda with another dancer. It's been that way for a while. I've felt numb about Argentine Tango and maybe that's the reason I've been nonchalantly missing the few milongas and classes I was all gung ho about last term. It's been difficult. Maybe in trying to deal with so many other things and feelings, I've neglected to supplement my own desires and needs in dancing. Tango became a chore for me in April. I went to classes because I've paid for them and not because I really wanted to go. It just morphed into this thing I had to continuously do because I've started on it and not because it gave me a certain degree of joy in execution. I have since then taken a step back. I removed myself from tango events and everything that cam...

Bye Ann Arbor. Bye Mtango. Bye MATC. Bye Tios. 10 months since my first encounter with Tango. Some people still don't understand my obsession with it, some kind of do, some are hooked. How do I describe the first Milonga. The first time we sat there, nervous, hoping no one would ask us to dance because, heck all we knew was to walk. The people waltzing past us, confident, swirling movements, faces contorted with emotion. I fell in love right there in that darkened gothic-ish bavarian setting that will forever be my first memory of Tango. Oh life. It's only months but looking back it seems like years.