My short sabbatical is ending. Today is probably the last day I spend just enjoying myself at home - reading, writing, and listening to our life-old radio playing chinese songs I vaguely hum in tune with.
Every night, Dad and I drive home, sometimes in anger, sometimes in silence, always in hope. Just as we anticipate each day for my Mum's wounds to heal, we each carry our own open wound. Tonight, especially, the songs on the radio were especially soothing.
只是这样的日子 还剩下多少 已不重要
时常想起过去的温存 它让我在夜里不会冷
你说一个人的美丽是认真 两个人能在一起是缘份
早知道是这样 像梦一场 我才不会把爱都放在同一个地方
我能原谅 你的荒唐 荒唐的是我没有办法遗忘
早知道是这样 如梦一场 我又何必把泪都锁在自己的眼眶
Mum and I love 那英. If she ever comes to Singapore for a concert, I hope the two of us will be there.
With the advent of technology and file-sharing, the existence of a television seems almost obsolete. However, quite lovingly, my parents have a fixed television schedule - almost like a habit to keep one safe. Thursday night is their favourite taiwanese singing competition. They were disappointed because it was a filler episode - a flashback to the popular singers from the previous seasons.
This video caught my ears. I thought it was the most beautiful rendition I've ever heard of this song, 恋上另一个人。
When she sings the three words, 你曾是 (you once was), my heart skips and is never quite able to catch up again.
It reminds me of what S and I once talked about - what is it about that feeling of not being able to see the one you love? It is like swimming in a pool. And seeing him is to finally come up for air.
