This is what we'll be performing at Break It Down - with some distinct differences, of course.

Sadly, Frankie Martinez (oh HELLO!) is not part of the act.

Someone grant me a birthday wish, quickly!

Satisfaction is...

Delicious apple martinis and steak sandwiches in Mortons;

Adhearing to the Gluttons Bay adage;

Stumbling upon a the KK Hospital night out at the Esplanade and singing to Copacabana - with gusto;

An early night curling up in front of the google box with guilty pleasures;

Simple pleasures on a quiet night.

I'm annoyed, irritated, excited, happy, pissed off, amused, tickled, skeptical and tired. Very tired.

Annoyed and tired . Rehearsals for the grad show are slowly but surely killing me. After much filly-fallying (that's almost 2 years, count 'em!), 'Welcome to the Party' is almost done. As I type right now, we're finallly down to the last 2 sixes of the routine. The end of the routine kind of looks like Cirque Du Soleil but all I can say is that, thank god it's almost done. I'm actually quite torn about the freaking thing. Like whoever's left in Dragones, I spent 1.5 years learning the bloody routine. I am officially bummed that I won't be performing it. On the other hand, I'm glad that I won't be doing it - because it annoys the shite outta me. I can gripe about every single thing about the whole ordeal but it'll take ages and my fingers are not that dexterous.

Skeptical. What I will be doing, instead, as part of Dragones Latinos is the finale - the beginning bit and the end. Better than nothing, right? Whatever. Don't talk to me about commitment. We are all committed because we are in it together and we are doing it for ourselves. Everyone is working their ass off for exams, work and rehearsals. There is just one selfish person here...and I don't think they are the people that sweat it out every night with me.

Pissed off, yet amused. Thanks to rehearsals that over-ran on Friday night (who has a life, right?), I was late in meeting a friend who came in from Melbourne. I promised to meet up with DH more than a month ago and I definately felt like an asshole for breaking it. Fuck. The only hitch about this was that I'd never met DH before and well, who the hell knew what he looked like, right? All I knew was that he's Sam's good friend and that he's German. The promise: Meet at the lobby of the Westin Stamford before heading up to New Asia where my colleagues were. Ever the resourceful idiot, I walked up to 3 guys in the lobby to ask if they were DH. After a while, I realized that I was getting questioning looks from the hotel staff...hooookay - no, I'm not here to pick up strange white men. Someday I will laugh about it. Just not right now. I finally called DH's hotel and left him a long and apologetic message. Arrrrrggghhh!!!

Amused. I'm ticked that my colleagues got all excited about teambuilding at at-sunrice. Some have never cooked before and a few looked like they walked into another dimension but it was all good fun in the end...because we plied them with alcohol. Heh.

Tickled. That I'm learning the Lindy Hop. Thanks to Yeewei and his innate weirdness. I'm learning how to swing. The music's fun, the class is enthusiastic and dang it's fun!

Irritated. That people at work don't seem to see the big picture of where the events are leading up to. Everyone is working their ass off to ensure that we get all the coverage and whatnot that comes with the fucking work. The reason that we don't complain when you constantly harp on us is that we are resigned. FUCKING resigned to just do the fucking job, so shut your trap and quit annoying the crap outta us.

Happy. That I finally bought 'the dress' thanks to Liz. It's red (I am attracted to red), it's versatile, it's classic, it's Ted Baker and it almost burned a hole in my pocket.

Excited. That you found my CD. You called right as I was leaving my house...I did a happy dance right at my doorstep without realizing that my neighbours were behind me. Nieghbours were a little shocked (what's new?). Thank you for making my day :o)

I have a love/hate relationship with many things. Yes, things - people are categorised differently...

I love organizing events and parties that bring lots of people together but sometimes, I really hate the diva-ness that comes with it...people not showing up at the last moment, things not turning out right, requests and demands that sometimes really blow your mind or unexpected people showing up at the wrong moment - yikes. But the general love for these shindigs keeps me going. It also keeps my temper in check - most of the time.

We've finally closed our chapter on loconite (this is our monthly salsa social night) for LADC and it was a blast! Firstly, more than 300 people showed up. Who knew we'd get so much attention? Much thanks and love to everyone who came to support us! We had three performances, A&J Performance Team, Caderas Latinas and our very own Dragones Latinos. The performers were wonderful - they put up with me during the tech run and were nervous as all hell right before going on stage but at the end of the day, they pulled it off. Great job guys!

We had really good DJs and I almost wanted to keep the top prize in the lucky draw for myself. Spa vouchers and me, that's a love, love relationship for sure.

Finally, a great big shoutout to Stella, my partner-in-crime at The Upper Club, without whom this entire event would not have happened. True, we didn't get everything that we planned for and there were bumps along the way, BUT everything worked out fine in the end...muchos gracias!

So what's next? The grad show of course...that'll be Break it Down at the Arts House from Dec 14 to 16, 2007. This is the show put together by LADC's graduating scholars, so come watch it. We're featuring everything from contemporary to latin jazz, hip hop and funk. And from the previews, this will be a really fun show. Dragones will finally be performing the 'dreaded' - Welcome to the Party at the show. Yes, peeps, we're debuting this item at long last.

Good luck to us all. And see you at the show!

Just when you thought life couldn't be any weirder, it does.

Thanks to a certain crazy friend of mine, I managed to rack up a few extra points that will probably facilitate my application to the funny farm. Let's recount the past few days. Now that I think about it, the whole affair was rather Get Smart-ish - yes, I am that kind of secret agent.

• I helped said crazy friend scout for and buy a Rolex watch - yes, the watch is gorgeous, the cost even more so
• Met up with another friend who was "the money"
• Forgot to ask the retailer what the shop name was and where it was located - this resulted in walking into the wrong place, mistaking the wrong person and one of the most embarassing experiences, ever
• "the money" was amused
• Working in PR has helped me develop thick skin - thank you, Gods of Humiliation
• Finally located the right shop, the right person and got the watch - Yay!
• Proposed to 'drop' the watch and take a an evil picture for the obsessed friend
• "the money' thinks I'm nuts - What's new?
• Took the watch home and finally dropped it off to another friend who is 'the courier'

Aerosmith had a song called, Amazing which had the line, "Life's a journey, not a destination..." and I couldn't agree more. Except mine is filled with mad adventures - just like a bloody Neil Gaiman novel. Heh.