Merepek

My dear Sis is very into line dancing. She has been at it, I think, for 7 years or so and is truly passionate about it.

Before she was introduced to line dancing, I believed her main exercise routine was ‘dry-swimming’ – as in playing mahjong la – which she maintains that it helps in strengthening grey matter and at the same time tone up arm and finger muscles. **roll eyes** Then some of her friends coaxed her to join their class and she has not stopped since. Now Sis is an instructor of sorts and she leads a few classes throughout the week in between her mahjong sessions. Good for her - at least it gets the heart pumping better.

So whenever we meet and should I let out a squeak about my ‘plumness’, Sis would suggest that I take up line dancing too. And I’d go something like , “Nahhhhh…….Nooooo……..Takkkkk Maaauuuu…..Gua don’t like line dancing. Jangan cakap lagiiiiii.....Gua tak mau dengarrrrr...”

Then Sis would go, “Wei, sei sor cheow! What is it that you dislike so much, huh?”

OK, OK, I told her. I don’t like cowboys and cowgirls – not that I’ve met any in person. Must be those ‘High Noon’ and ‘High Chapparal’ kind of movies and I remembered them as dirty and scruffy. And somehow, I associate line dancing with cowboy/cowgirl dance. The first time I saw a line dancing performance years ago, those country & western ala cowboy music was blaring away and on the dance floor were 20 or so ladies dressed in cowgirl attire – checked shirts, big hats, big-buckled belts, tassles and leather boots – stomping, kicking, hopping, turning, swinging and bouncing away. And it is a ‘partnerless’ dance.

I just do not know how to appreciate this type of dance. Period. I’d prefer those more sensual ‘lamsing’ kinds but then, how to find a partner when I have 2 left foot?