Y says to me "Dance when you have the chance"

As of what I have last heard, C has been retrenched.

I remember my reaction was just an open mouth and dropped jaw. How can so much possibly happen in such a short span of time?

How can he be rejected one moment by HDB because in his own words, their combined incomes are too high to apply for a flat, and then the next moment, being out of a job together with his wife?

Yes, they are both retrenched. I find that pretty hard to believe.

Maybe I take things for granted. The job. The money. And the life that I have.

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On Monday, the Salsa gang met up in E's house to practise Rueda. We are going to perform in her wedding.

It is a fun activity for me because I think it is a blessing to be able to dance for a friend on such a special occasion.

The fact is, E had earlier approaches R and me to do a swing dance. E loves swing music and dances swing too. But R had declined, to my disappointment.

Just as I would have hoped that he would perform with me in a good friend's wedding, I would rather not force him to do anything against his will.

The way I imagine it, he would not force me to do anything against my will.

Anyhow, the practice turned out fine in the end, although initially, it was really quite messy. I guess lunch gave our shuffling feet and cloudy minds a boost of energy.

I am really looking forward to her wedding dinner!

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The way I see it, life can be pretty unpredictable.

Well, not that we don't already know it. I know you know it. I know I know it. I know we all know it.

We just tend to, yes, take things for granted.

There is an audition in October and I keep hesitating about whether to go or not.

For me, I am always afraid of 'malu-ing' myself. I am afraid that I cannot catch up with the routine. I am afraid that I will look clumsy.

I am afraid that people will laugh at me. I am afraid of being ridiculed.

But all those are only thoughts in my head, I am sure.

Like a casual performance at a friend's wedding, I am sure people see the courage and the effort more than the execution of the moves itself.

They see the sincerity. They see the desire. They see the heart.

But even if they don't see that, who cares? Why should I be so bothered about what people see?

I don't know how long I can keep dancing--Face it: I am not a professional. Some day, some other commitments will creep into the picture to claim top priority. And especially when I am getting married next year, how much more time can I self-centredly put in dancing?

So if life is so short, and so unpredictable, I should really just dance when I have the chance.