i havent been keeping up my promise of recalling one inspirational thing a week. todays a good chance to do so :) (im talking like i dont know i have promos in 2 weeks.)

just now when i was coming home from piano class, there was a busker sitting in a corner of the toa payoh mrt exit. this busker has been singing there at nights on and off for about few months already, and everytime i manage to chance upon him you can hear his singing improving and improving. but that's not what was so inspiring about it.

what made me smile was that today, there was an older uncle singing along with him! im pretty sure the old uncle was just a passerby, cos he was leaning against the wall, not sitting down. the busker was strumming his guitar and singing "Hotel California", and the uncle was harmonising with him, and though they were strangers to one another they looked so comfortable and relaxed, even smiling as they sang. you could see the busker's face, bent over his guitar but practically overflowing with mirth because of this unexpected comradeship, especially when so many people just walk past like youre invisible. i imagine its not the world's most fufiling job, being a busker.

i wouldve loved to join the uncle in his harmonising with the busker! but too bad, that would never have happened. i wouldve loved to take a photo of them too, but obviously didnt have my camera. regardless, i think anyone can imagine it was a very warm, humane moment :)

mr busker has taught me one thing:

anything you do can be wonderful, as long as you do it wholeheartedly.

he has also raised a question:

why dont people ever stop to ask a beggar his life story?

hmm. now that i think of it, this question was sort of addressed in"the elegance of a hedgehog".

haix. everyone, even if they are members of the proletariat or bourgeois, can still be as snobbish as aristocrats.

cannot believe i am actually using a miley cyrus song. but then again it doesnt count cos its not miley cyrus singing it. so there, tiko chua.