The World is my Playground. the Dancefloor is Yours.

When Im in a good mood, all high and happy over something, I can find a million things to do except blogging. Headache from the loud music.
My first exposure to dance competitions. Of course. Before you laugh, Im NOT participating. So yup. keep your giggle to yourself=p Its called Merlion International Dancesport Championship 2008, held at an ulu-ated place, Orchid Country Club. A splash of colours, pink, orange, red, or anything that captures the attention. Cha Cha, Jive, Samba and Rumba. Half way through, I got distracted by my headache so I pretty much didn't notice alot of things. haha.. but then again, was amazed at how lively people can be, how confident they are of their moves, their body, how smooth, how polished. I looked upon as a bystander, basking in the joyous music, watching, with admiration=)
As much as I admire the people on the dancefloor, 'i'll never be like them' I thought. haha.. not that i don't WANT. Its just against my nature to want to be in the lime light.
You look at their costumes.
You look at their figure.
You look at their faces.
you look at their moves.
And you feel the mood. Its lurking somewhere there. This happiness waiting to be shared with everyone else. The moves. So fast. So defined. So Sensual. haha.. I mean, such dances are supposed to be a bit 扇情right?
The amateurs were really impressive. Under 21 category. So young yet so good. I reflected upon myself. Jacks of only a few trades and master of none. haha.. well. back to dance. I remember people flowing across the dancefloor, splits, turns. There is just so much room for anyone to do anything.
The only thing that bothered me was this. Kids, adorable ones. Some are still innocent. Some looked well.. sultry. At the age of like.. 7? 8? I don't know. Just a personal thought. But its a messy world. Adults might know better. But kids growing into adolescent. hmm.. well, well.
It was a good experience. I kinda figured out why some of us look weird dancing. Its the hands. haha.. concentrating on the feets, we missed the fact that it is in fact, the hands that completes the look of the dance. hmm.. maybe.
Its your playground. Its your friends. Its your love. Smile. The dance of love.

Recently I have found myself uncertain of what should I make of things. My life is revolving much too close about a center. Is there a distance? An orbit will be good. Ouch. Eyes away.