today i walked past the buskers at the basement of shaw centre. they were singing "let it be". and for a moment, i was brought back to that ridiculously sunny and warm day in the spring of 2009, when melissa and i headed up to paris for the weekend. that day we went up to the basilique du sacre-coeur. it was such a warm day for february in paris. we had gone to the market along the ecole militaire and had gotten our tummys all happy and full with roast chicken, roasted potatoes, pate, baguette and all.

then as we took our seat along the steps leading up to the basilique du sacre-coeur, with the many parisians and tourists, a jamaican man went to the front and started to sing beatles songs. it was an english song, sung by a jamaican, at the top of a hill in paris overlooking the entire city, with two singaporean girls sitting there among nationalities from all over the world. listening, enjoying, feeling the sun prickle our skin, the cool wind. it's possibly one of the best memories ever (:

that's how i want to live.. with seemingly insignificant days like that, but filled with so much meaning to me. to live among different nationalities. so live in a new place, so discover new things, to learn new cultures.

somehow, when i look at the things i do each day, they seem so minute and insignificant in light of what i could be doing. or even simply, how much i could be learning and feeling. it's a feeling that eats away at me inside.