Please.. not now.

I'm scared, man.

Can you fall in love with a sound?

I was walking out of AMK mrt again today, hoping to hear Steven.

I heard some music. I sped up. It was hard, because I was kind of waddling.

Then, I realised it was a 183 poster with those stupid cd players and speakers at the top.

*long sigh*

Things my dog does when she thinks no one's looking:

1. Opens the sliding door using her paw so she can enjoy the breeze
2. Goes to her bowl of dog biscuits, gets one, brings it to the place near the fridge, eats it there, then goes back to her bowl for the next biscuit
3. Sits in your lap

Do I cherish You?

Summertime

Summertime and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh your daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’
So hush little baby, don’t you cry
One of these mornings
You’re goin’ to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take the sky
But till that morning
There’s a nothin’ can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin’ by

Was walking home from AMK MRT, getting lost in the throng of faceless people, when I heard a busker sing.

There was something in his voice which took hold of a part inside me and refused to let go.

So I found myself standing there, interrupting the endless flow of jeans, sneakers, slippers, coloured t-shirts, bags; held captive by his voice, his fingers, his harmonica and his eyeless eyes, trying to figure out the chords to his song, trying to make out the words above the hustle, the brushing past, the sound of a world hurrying on.

Except for two other people- a father and son pair.

So there I was, standing there watching them watching him sing his soul out.

His name is Steven.

He's got big hands.

I talked to him. Briefly.

Then, I left. The sound of his "thank you" fading as I went further, the sound of the crowd and my own thoughts drowning out the first notes of his next song.

Invisible Arms

I was crying like a baby,
then,

before I knew it,
there were invisible arms around me.