Is there really such a thing as objectivity?

What shall I talk about first? Salsa or Michael Jackson?

Well, I'll guess I get you all hyped up first with Salsa, then I'll finish off with Michael Jackson because I know most of you really don't want to talk about him. So sue me.

Salsa... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Last night school had this latin social night thing, which I attended, which marked my first salsaro mojo in five months (excluding that one stint in Shanghai when I started to really miss dancing).

And it was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo worth it.

As usual, CT (did I ever mention this guy? Guess not) was the one who felt sorry for me and started me off on the dance floor, and after that I was waiting around, then on advice of another salsa girl I just went for the kill.

For the most part of the first half of the night, I was very proud of myself for daring to wear whatever I was wearing (I refuse to tell you what I wore; suffice to say those who know me would be very worried about my mental state right now) and for stubbing only one toe the entire night (CT's... poor thing).

Then the party really got started. I did most of the asking, but it was still fun. DL pumped my ego a bit after we danced (I thanked him for indulging me, and he said it was his line... flattering, no?). Then an indian fellow asked me to dance salsa and man, did we really burn the floor (purely in my opinion anyway). He was good; it was as much as I could do to keep up with him. In fact, the dancing got so furious he accidentally pulled my pants open.

Stop. Imagining. Things. It does you no good.

Anyway, we continued after I fixed that little mishap. He did a few dip stunts with me (surprisingly strong guy for his stature and my weight). At one point I almost touched the ground. Man, what a ride.

After a couple of salsa rounds, he got me out again on a bachata. Another roller coaster ride. I didn't dare see how many people had their jaws on the ground and their eyes damaged (I mean, I didn't have a mirror to show me how good or bad I was). And there you have the story of my third bachata without proper training.

Talk about stress relief. That was a stress butcher.

Now on to Michael Jackson.

No No No No No No No No No don't you DARE avert your eyes! OY, I'm talking to you!

I've been hunting down MJ mtvs from his hey-days before the criminal charges, and when he was still dark-skinned. Gems, those are.

Hey, did you know that most of his songs are of a cautionary or campaigning nature? Bet you only knew the catchy bits. He's one of few singers left in this era who uses music almost exclusively to send a message, as opposed to just crooning love songs left, right and centre. There are exception, of course, like Thriller, but those constitute a smaller proportion of his repertoire than other bubblegummers.

And his dance moves are like, whoa. Y'know, contrary to popular belief, his moves are not limited to moonwalking and crotch-grabbing. Why does everyone assume that? That's just skewed perspective due to bad media coverage. His moves are really the futuristic avant-garde moves of the current era, and no pop or rock artiste has come near since.

I like Beat It, Bad and Remember The Time (Eddie Murphy as the Pharaoh!), but I can't find the full length video for Ghosts. I remember I liked that one a long time ago; want to see it again.

Okay okay. Keep your skewed perspectives. Party Poopers. *pout*