After spending most of Monday crunching numbers, I decided to give myself a really good rest on Tuesday.

Unfortunately, more work came pouring in and I was forced to delay my fun until late afternoon.

More and more cashbooks and general ledgers....avalanches of bank statements with dubious origins...tides upon tides of bills, cheque butts and serial numbers...all waiting to be pieced into a coherent jigsaw puzzle of accounting spreadsheets....Amendments to be made at the last minute...Mistakes that have not been clearly indicated. There was also a heap of confusion between the terms "brought forward" and "carried over", leading to countless instances of double accounting!!! And of course, the Herculean task of error tracing....

YES....April...Income Tax season....When every accountant (together with his/her overworked staff and underpaid son/daughter) is rushing to submit tax returns, invoices and naptimes. T.S. Elliot had a point when he quipped,

"April is the cruellest month,

breeding lilacs out of the dead land,

mixing memory with desire,

stirring dull roots with spring rain."

I had to settle the wine course details asap. De Rui and I went to meet Tommy Lam at Wine Amigo...Tommy turned out to be a walrus with a pony-tail.... with a deep, booming baritone and a lumbering amble in his movements. However, there was an air of confidence and stability in his gait. This guy is allegedly one of the best "Noses" in the Singaporean F&B industry...Check out his credentials:

• Wine MBA, Bordeaux Ecole de Management
• Member - Academy of Food and Wine Service, UK
• Society of Wine Educators, USA
• Commandarie de Bordeaux.
• International Wine and Food Society
• Chaine des Rotisseurs.
• Food NewsGazine - Wine consultant and columnist

Wah, very "UP", right? I think the course is going to be great....I have much to learn this Saturday.

Let me tell you a dirty little secret *pervy smirks* When I am feeling naughty I lock myself in my room and role-play. I pretend that I am a hot Latin Salsero:) I think that I am Jitterbugs Swingapore Salsa 1 Class' most dedicated( a.k.a seow on) student....I actually practise when I am alone...At home, of course. And behind closed doors.

Salsa has really changed my life...I love the dancing, but I am still uncomfortable having to be so close and intimate with unfamiliar women. Cheap perfume puts me off...and I don't like it when my dance partner is taller than me...and many of the women in my class are.

Went to Union Bar last night for their Salsa Night.. A knock-out event with an authentic Afro-Caribbean Salsa band....Great vibes, young and energetic crowd...On Salsa night, all salseros get free entry and one free drink...so it is a great place to groove or chill, if you are on a shoe string budget. Just present your membership card. Mine went into the washing machine...so it was kinda torn and smudged when I gave it to the guy at the bar.

I roped in Sam and Jon from my salsa class to come along. Sam works in Goldman Sachs and Jon in ABN...but they are really down-to-earth and unpretentious people...and they are fun to hang out with. Sam claimed that he was just going to watch and soak in the vibes...little did he know that Fate was being very kind to him that night...

At nine, the event kicked off...I paid for a locker and proceeded to look for a partner. There were two cute girls just standing there waiting to be picked up. One of them was a knock-out. The other was kinda cute in a girl-next-door kind of way. I went with the cute one and Sam with the beauty queen.

It turns out that both were Koreans and in their early-twenties...Both had never really tried salsa, so Sam and I tried our best to lead (with our low standards)...The four of us laughed alot and fumbled alot and had alot of fun...the funniest thing was, at the end of everything, my new friend asked me if what I was dancing was Salsa! I was a world apart from the zai pros on the dance floor.

We asked the girls to join us for a drink...turns out there was another one! Three guys and three girls...What a nice ratio. Jon was quite action mama before he came into Union..but once he came, he basically rooted himself to the dance stool...sipping and sipping and sipping...

After a great night, we got set to leave...Sam was still talking and talking to his new friend...and he kept on asking us to "give (him) five more minutes ok?" His five minutes were VERY VERY LONG...