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Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

That's what happens when the male:female ratio is around 1:2 and you aren't exactly the best dancer around. eeps. Did spend about 2 hrs on my arse yesterday until finally got to dancing when Rambut putih asked me to. He was trying to do some funky things which probably isn't the best etiquette on the dance floor to do, but I have to admit the Volcado thing was fun, even though I am far from being Marcelo Duran on Carlos Gavito. Far, far, FAR from it. Try the opposite + 10 miles.

Decided I was tired of waiting around to be asked so asked Orang Tinggi about some Tangonuevo music (in all honesty it was something I wanted to know anyway) and he was nice enough to invite me for a Tanda after. I like how he does the long strides and kinda gracefully sticks his leg up in the air. Lol.

Got Mcfeet again much to F's cursing in the background =P. Was decent, felt like I wasn't sure what he was trying to do at some pts, but for the most part he finally showed me what weight change and the whole torque effect feels like after last Fridays' Boleo exercise, "wind wind wind....unravel...wind wind wind...omg I have cramps on my calves". I'm not sure what I looked like though, coz I definitely felt very messy doing the weight change. Plus I don't know what to do with my leg while I'm switching directions. If I had let go of it I think I'd have kicked him a couple of times.

Finally ended with cikgu, who showed me what a REAL gancho feels like, and at one point, spun me around and caught me in some salsa-esque move. Wah. Fun! lol... Eeps. I feel so spoilt.

Ended the night with our newly learned chacarera moves. Barefoot on my part, but hilarious laughs with me and CK randomly charging around the dance floor. Ah, fun times!

Afterparty was the random-est thing I've ever been to in sometime. Its true though that the older people have so much more interesting stories to tell. Then again how many people have ever hung out with a balloon twisting-knife throwing-swordfighting-silat learning-cikgu espanol.

Fun friday. =)

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