Dance Night was really good. I especially loved the couple who did the rhumba and the fantastic gymnastics/ballroom dancing whatever dance thing. But I have a few nits to pick. I was looking forward to the hip-hop, but it was pretty messy so a bit disappointing. And like Beats!, it had far too many people. And the Indian dance which would've been really good, was lacking in something.. energy and vitality. It felt tired, somehow.

Yet: the Colour Dance and the J3 dance were really funky. Under the Moon was quite beautiful, the rhythmic gym thing was really good, and the Chinese dances were rather fascinating.. especially the surprisingly primal, sensual first one.

And met a lot of people I haven't seen in a while, so it was great =)

It occurred to me halfway through the show, for some reason, rather incongruously in fact, that I should start panicking about my SATs right about now. So yeah. Panicking now. Thank god the Tamil role thing's been fixed, and all I'm doing for Kalashatvam is one dance. Yay!

And I think in the perpetual indecision of my hormones, I may be over Tdah again. I can't quite decide. But then I'll be eyecandy-less all over again, which is a very boring state to be in. Hmm maybe I'll see him again on Monday or tomorrow or something and he'll be cute all over again like he was the last time I was losing interest. (This is why I fear for my future. I'm not quite sure if I can stay interested in one person for a sufficient period of time. I get bored too easily. Perhaps another country will offer men who will manage to sustain my interest longer.) Maybe I was just maintaining the 'crush' because it's so fun to giggle and squee and say silly things and act like a girly girl. Which is why I can't even bother to make it more than a little eyecandy thing. And in any case there are in fact many other eyecandies around. RJ is slightly acceptable in that area, atleast.

Oh! I have a crush on the jazz Mark. He plays the guitar and the piano, I think he sings, and he dances really well! And he's got really nice legs. Haha. But he's so short...

OK I'm wondering if a relatively public blog's really a good place to gush about guys. Thankfully there's code, and the ubiquitous nature of the name Mark makes it fairly safe.

Which reminds me of another ubiquitous item: Crumpler bags. It's pretty annoying nowadays, how often they're seen on people. I'm pretty thankful I never bothered with acquiring one. I hate getting something nice and then after a few months finding that it's not even fun anymore because everyone has it. I shall do a spot of bag-shopping after a long time, in England. Haven't bought a nice bag in a while. I want another small party bag, in a really funky colour. Am also in the process of convincing my mom to get herself a new party bag, Fendi because everything else is boring although my mother would disagree. I think she's also itching for a new bag, which is good because if it's a small funky bag I might actually want to borrow it! And then will begin the process of convincing her that she should lend me her bag. Something that is very very hard.

I've typed 'bag' too many times. It's turned into a strange word, like apples and spiders sometimes do.

I feel like such a hypocrite. I hate people who blog long paragraphs about shopping, and yet I go and do the same thing.

Am very sleepy. Bailing on supper was a good idea.