dance like you mean it

in about two weeks time, I will, for the first time in my life, begin to learn how to dance properly.

think less trance, more salsa.

a long time ago, I used to like a girl who loved to salsa. back then, other than going down to the dance studio at millenia walk every Saturday to pick her up from her dance class, I had no interest whatsoever in dancing as I felt that my manhood would be threatened the moment I put on some dance shoes. so while she tangoed and salsaed the nights away, I would just sit along the sidelines and watch countless guys put their arms round her waist as they danced furiously crotch to crotch along with the party beat. needless to say, she danced further and further away from me.

then it finally got to me that hey, salsa is not that gay afterall! I mean, it cant be all that bad if you can get some cheap skin contact with the fairer sex right? and hey, you can even have multiple partners in one night, and no one will even bat an eyelid!

I think I am so going to love dancing.

of life and death

recently my maternal grandma's health has deteriorated quite sharply and she is now bedridden and plagued with pain all over her body.

although we are all mentally prepared for the end to come, be it sooner or later, it seems that we as family are unable to help her much in her physical suffering. morphine, medicine, sleeping pills all do not have any effect on her anymore. in fact, just yesterday she confided in us and told us that she was just waiting for her time.

poor grandma. like most other people, she believes that life and death is about god's will and that we cannot do anything to go against his wishes, even if it means you lying bedridden for 10 years. indeed, life at all costs.

but I differ. since doctors are already allowed to carry out emergency Caesarian sections to save a child or mother's life, why not allow the euthanisation of a patient in pain? science has already been used for to help infertile couples. why the double standards? maybe god had really intended for both baby and mother to die? by saving both of them, wouldn't we have gone against his wishes?

because, I believe that if life is a gift, then we should also have the right to reject it as much as the right to accept it.

2012

basically, the story of how one man's collective luck results in the downfall of humankind.

so anyway the movie got me thinking: what if the world was really going to end in 2012? what would I be doing then, or what would I do to change things? surely, if I know now that the end of the world is only a mere 3 years away, I would not be working anymore.. probably I would just live life without inhibition; no cowardice, no looking back and no regrets.

basically I think that people are currently living life too cautiously, always being too careful and always saving up for another day. don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that we should just always base our decisions on our gut feel and instinct, but paralysis by analysis is another thing altogether. if we never try, we'll never know.

so go out there, and live everyday as if it's your last. say more "I love you"s, do more community service, seize every opportunity every new day brings, and by 2012, I'm sure whether or not the Mayans were correct, the world would be a better place.

house visit

lately I have been visiting some of my men's homes as part of the saf's home visitation programme (hvp). amongst other objectives, the hvp aims to put servicemen in a familiar environment to allow them to be able to open up easier. and to address any concerns their parents might have.

so anyway for the past week I have seen ah beng servicemen who are complete mommy boys at home, discovered that some servicemen lead totallly different double lives out of camp, been in multimillion dollar houses at sixth avenue, and dealt with some impossible parents with their equally impossible children.

but anyway no matter what the size of the house, size of the family, or number of younger sisters, I saw that the parents would always be protective of their children, be it speaking up for them or reprimanding their children before I could have the chance to do so. for my men, I could sense the gratitude they felt just from their parents' presence.

indeed, home is where the heart is.

nonstop

oui c'est vrai que je sais plus quoi d'autre à écrire.

ces jours ci je suis plutôt occupé par le travaille. plus vite plus longue plus efficace. toujours.

est-ce que t'es jamais vu les fourmis?

oui on est tout pareil.

最后的温暖

maybe it's the damn movie, or maybe it's the company just now, but fuck it still hurts even after all this time.

sometimes I wish life had a refresh button, then I could choose to start anew.

ah fuck, a delete function wouldn't be that bad as well.