Here's to Life.

• The Picturehouse re-opens: I remember my Dad telling me there was a dresscode for this arthouse cinema, no slippers allowed. Anyhow, sign up for the newsletter to win free tickets to the opening festival films.

I was having my day-off, and decided to sit down and plan about Life. Because sometimes we should pin our daydreams down on filofax, so at least we can see it, like Post-its. In fact that's what they are for. Anyway I realised, it's pretty much the same as the Life Plan I made two months ago. Ok, that was for this year's resolutions. There was the usual save more, spend less. And toned up, get tanned. Two months ago it was stop taking in comfort food. Today it was food is not an anti-depressant, workout is. I have yet to apply for a debit card which according to last month's Life Plan, was supposed to have been done in January. I didn't go to the gym either, not once since the year started. My gym bag is still sitting in the corner, collecting the dust and moulds of tomorrow.

Random thoughts after another, I thought maybe I should plan my own funeral. I had my day-off because of the state funeral for the ex-Deputy Prime Minister on Saturday, which I was involved. Being one of the line of honour, standing there head down while waiting for god-knows-how-many-million-years for the hearse to arrive, (I saw Lee Hsien Long's legs! Goh Chok Tong's voice!) I couldn't help but wonder how depressing all these whites are.

I wouldn't want my funeral to be one that's decked all in white. Perhaps I've watched too much Six Feet Under, but I've always prefered the kind of funeral that isn't, you know, funereal. There was an episode when a Harley-biker died, and his wife said he wanted a funeral where everyone had a fun time. And they did, celebrating his life, for he sure led a well fulfiled one. I want that, too. Life changes at an instant, I read it somewhere. How true is that. You never know when Death will come knocking on your door, and everyone dies. So I wouldn't want people to read my elergy, saying 'He wanted to be this, he wanted to do that.' I want 'He wants all of you to have fun today, because he sure did.'
Come in your party-wear, people. There's alcohol, too.

Boy, is there always a reason for procrastination.