I managed to record the sounds of train rumbling past the railway tracks at Bt Panjang yesterday. I waited for an hour amidst the lalang growing along the tracks, staring at ants and butterflies. Felt like I was finally in a world of my own. I believed the people living in a wooden house along the tracks are Malaysians and they have corn growing in front of it. My old home in Bt Panjang must have looked like that 20 years ago. Lalang...lalang.....lalang.....a field of lalang.......all I ever wanna be is to be ........ Catcher of the lalang????????????????