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They say that you cannot teach an old dog new tricks. I challange that saying. I must confess that learning can be rather tough, not because so much of whether we understand what we learn or whether we manage to retain it but more of whether we want to put our heart into learning something. Think sometimes pride can prevent us from doing the correct thing. The Chinese have a saying, literally translated as "to love your face", which means to put emphasis on one's reputation as focus. I say, heck the reputation. We should do what we love to do regardless (ps. there is no such word as irregardless as some people like to say) of what others think. Think the reason why life as a teenager was so much more fun and exciting was because we had a care less attitude then. Now we become worry warts. I want to feel liberated again.

Anyhow, over the weekend, I went for my first Salsa class.

sal·sa
n.

1. A spicy sauce of chopped, usually uncooked vegetables or fruit, especially tomatoes, onions, and chili peppers, used as a condiment.
2. Music. A popular form of Latin-American dance music, characterized by Afro-Caribbean rhythms, Cuban big-band dance melodies, and elements of jazz and rock.

Nope, did not learn how to cook, but learned how to dance. It was pretty fun actually, quite embarassing because I'm hardly graceful. Not to mention that you had to dance with total strangers of the opposite sex. But all in all, it was a good experience learnign to laugh at yourself again. I miss doing that.