Nothing could be as traumatic as yesterday's final episode of desperate housewives. Talked to D abt it just now. Got hyper emotional. All i could ever think of from that last episode was "Mike's Dead." Shit. D then pointed out the obvious. Zack killed his read DAD! Delfino's the father. Stupid chic-on-rehab-who-gave-DANA-away, Deirdra. Well that was sad. to finally come to terms that my monday nights are never gonna be as sweet as it used to. Sigh~

Anyhows, yesterday i got home at around 9pm. I had dance practice. Yah. Ok. And the best part is, its chinese dance. Yup, dot dot dot. I'll be one of the performers from Corp Dept who'll be doing an item for the firm's D&D. Theme: Chinoiserie. Yah. So that explains the extreme culture shock i experienced the moment i heard the songs we'll be swayin our booties to. Ok initially right, when one of the performers began showing me the steps to the song, im like, ok this shouldnt be so bad. Side steps, box steps, samba steps and yah props that make u have a bad impersonation of Big Bird. Yah, feathery props. Nice. *sneezes* Nevermind. so it was all good. Not until Yuet Min, our choreographer (she's damn good la sialz!) came in, flipped open her laptop and blast the music. Never in my entire 20 yrs of drinking Evian and yah, mother's milk have i felt sooooo munjenfied! After the whole practice, i forgot how to pronounce my name.

OK despite all that fuss going thru my head, it was fun la. Its like gettin into the culture i had never thought i could (unless of course i get hooked up to a sexy James Lye lah, hopefully). Yup part of me is excited that i'm gonnnaa boogie~ another well, lets just say, i'm already a naturally shy person.