what can i catch with my hand?
AAA's bokura no te
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWZumRZpQ7w
i am absolutely in love with this song. i am moved by their performance. it's just so complete. how everything clicks, how everything falls neatly into place. i love their voices, because they are so full of passion, so full of faith, so full of sincerity.
now, all i wish is to get the song, the performance, the mtv on my com and mp3.
while waiting for heng hui just now, there was a heated argument in the control room of the mrt station. sitting there, watching the two staff members quarrel and gesticulating wildly(actually only one was, the other was turning his back on him, shaking his head in, i would say, disbelief) while the otehr members were jsut watching on, i felt strangely detached. we were separated by glass. i could hear no sound. it was that feeling of being there and not there.
this week has almost been surreal. feels as though i am detached from reality, as i take the bus, as i take teh train, as i walk along the street. it's as though i don't really belong to this world. like a guest. i wonder if my parents felt the same. this person whos staying in for a whole week.
the funniest thing is taking 852 and finding someone who used to be on the same bus as you every morning on it. and morning as in trying to reach school before 630. the thing is that few people go to school at that time, so the bus is often empty. and of the people on it, most would be sleeping. but we seldom slept. there's jsut this kind of link. and on that wednesday when we were on the same bus again, at that moment when her eyes fell on me, it seemed to confirm my existence, that i was alive, that i was part of this world, after all.
i suppose wednesday must have been an eventful day. because earlier on in the morning, while again on the bus, i saw this grandfather with his granddaughter. he was holding on to her hockey stick, she was eating some puff and drinking some stuff. and i smiled at that scene. i can still remember it vividly. i can't really explain the emotion that welled up in me. i suppose the closest would be heart-warming. but at the end of the day, i turned away. because that very scene reminded me of my humanity. i cringed because this image reminded me that i was human, and in doing so, rendered me not immune from the guilt of all my sins. a girl in all her innocence, an elderly man, in all his serenity. and me, with neither innocence nor serenity. it is humbling.
i alighted first, and as i disembarked, a random thought struck me. she was no more than ten. what made her decide to play hockey?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWZumRZpQ7w
i am absolutely in love with this song. i am moved by their performance. it's just so complete. how everything clicks, how everything falls neatly into place. i love their voices, because they are so full of passion, so full of faith, so full of sincerity.
now, all i wish is to get the song, the performance, the mtv on my com and mp3.
while waiting for heng hui just now, there was a heated argument in the control room of the mrt station. sitting there, watching the two staff members quarrel and gesticulating wildly(actually only one was, the other was turning his back on him, shaking his head in, i would say, disbelief) while the otehr members were jsut watching on, i felt strangely detached. we were separated by glass. i could hear no sound. it was that feeling of being there and not there.
this week has almost been surreal. feels as though i am detached from reality, as i take the bus, as i take teh train, as i walk along the street. it's as though i don't really belong to this world. like a guest. i wonder if my parents felt the same. this person whos staying in for a whole week.
the funniest thing is taking 852 and finding someone who used to be on the same bus as you every morning on it. and morning as in trying to reach school before 630. the thing is that few people go to school at that time, so the bus is often empty. and of the people on it, most would be sleeping. but we seldom slept. there's jsut this kind of link. and on that wednesday when we were on the same bus again, at that moment when her eyes fell on me, it seemed to confirm my existence, that i was alive, that i was part of this world, after all.
i suppose wednesday must have been an eventful day. because earlier on in the morning, while again on the bus, i saw this grandfather with his granddaughter. he was holding on to her hockey stick, she was eating some puff and drinking some stuff. and i smiled at that scene. i can still remember it vividly. i can't really explain the emotion that welled up in me. i suppose the closest would be heart-warming. but at the end of the day, i turned away. because that very scene reminded me of my humanity. i cringed because this image reminded me that i was human, and in doing so, rendered me not immune from the guilt of all my sins. a girl in all her innocence, an elderly man, in all his serenity. and me, with neither innocence nor serenity. it is humbling.
i alighted first, and as i disembarked, a random thought struck me. she was no more than ten. what made her decide to play hockey?
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