Botanic gardens on a friday.

1. The dancing lily pads
We were directly in front of the pond, having our breakfast. The morning breeze passed by, caressing the lilies in the pond. The tender green leaves were dancing in the wind, like youthful couples serenading in the childish game of first love. The edges of the lily pads fluttered upwards, like how the skirts of young girls did on the dance floor. It was a beautiful, energetic dance; where the old can learn the steps, but only the youth can dance.

2. Sparrows
Those brown, fragile birdlings gathered around the two ladies who were giving out bread crumbs. They seemed almost unaware of their small stature; going so close to the two not of their kind. They eagerly nibbled at the crumbs,and then hopped gracefully in a pack, back to the grass patch where they came from.
Even the sparrows are taken care of; what do we have to worry or fear?

3. A song request
A curious caucasian man came up to me with his video camera and requested a piece on a violin! Fairly reluctant, I played Salut D'Amour for him. Eventually, he stopped recording and after I stopped, he smiled and said it was wonderful and good.
I had a wonderful audience.

4. The 'seven year-old boy
He was just so amused by the violin - the song, the bow, the strings, everything. He ran up the hill with his two little feet and fized his eyes on me. In his innocent gaze, there was a whole spectrum of emotions; of amusement, amazement, bewilderment, and utter curiosity. He stretched out his baby hands and beckoned me to let him try. Soon, his parents pulled him away, laughing. His father asked me when I started playing the violin; and his little boy insisted he was seven years old.
Maybe someday, ten years from now, we would realise that we once met a violin prodigy.

5. 'Santana' in the taxi
Our cab driver was guitarded! You should have seen him rattle on about Santana, Jimmy Hendrix and what not. All so knowledgeable and passionate. He let us listen to a Santana track on his radio, and, along with him, we mused about how the piece was only based on eight chords - Santana's genius was in the improvisatory riffs. Complaining about the government banning a Santana concert here, he lamented that people condemned this great guitarist because he smoked too much marijuana.
As we vlosed the doors on him, he insisted that music is the food for the soul; with that same passion in his voice again.
Definitely hard-core guitarded...you should have been there with me, you should have met him.

6. MRT rides
I'll never get over the mild thrill that I feel when I get on an mrt train. I mean, it's like entering a capsule and then when the door opens, you're in an entirely different location. Haha..maybe that's how close we can get to teleportation.

7. My second song finally has a tune! It's cool with 7th and 9th chords and suspensions. haha x)

8. The bus ride home today was dreary. The bus took so long to arrive. But i had to take that bus, i had to. I would rather miss the rest that could take me home. After all, its the journey that counts - and today, it counted, even though i was disappointed again.

Yes, the journey counts. Look at how many things i learnt at the botanic gardens yesterday.