Jeff Chang on the loop now. Enjoy. Classics.
劉嘉玲 & 張信哲 - 有一點動心
張信哲 - 過火
張信哲 - 愛如潮水
The moment the website failed to load, I knew something was wrong. A quick glance at the modem confirmed my worst fears. Instead of the usual 5 lights, I see 3 on with 1 blinking. I know exactly what the problem is. Like all things aged, they are very prone to problems. And problems concerning that of electronics can be a tricky and messy issue.
When this problem struck me again, it dawned upon me how dependent we are on the internet in this age. The internet which acts as a mode of communication with whoever on the other end of Skype or Live Messenger; the source of the latest updates from all walks of life, sports and even celebrities’ gossips; Youtube; (illegal) movies online and so much more that we can think of.
Just imagine waking up the next day not able to access your email; your Blackberry doesn’t connect; and the many instances whereby we used the internet for our so many different purposes. God, that is unimaginable.
Since there wasn’t anything I could have done, I started typing this after awhile. Even though I was occupied by this post, I didn’t forget to re-power my modem hoping for the best to happen. This entire episode lasted about 40 minutes, what seems to be the longest 40 minutes of tonight.
As I was finishing this post, the 5 lights lit up.
It has been a long time since I took a bus ride alone. A long bus ride that is. So I sat at the last row of the upper deck, music plugged in and eyes wandering. I always have this fascination about neighbourhoods that is other than mine. I love to see how the different people in the different places going about their everyday life. The different people that enter or exit the bus at every stop all have their own story to tell. Perhaps this offers me the change in environment and experience that I so much crave for.
Rewind to an incident a couple of weeks back. I was at a store of The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf when I saw left struck with this image firmly in my mind. I didn’t have my notebook with me, so I penned this down instead.
A man who I estimated to be in his sixties was left in the store by his son and daughter-in-law while they went shopping with their toddler kid in tow. They bought an Ice Blended for him and after a brief conversation; they left, only to come back later to pick him. When I first interpreted that scene, I thought of it as one of concern of the son for his dad. His dad was walking with the aid of a walking stick. But I see in the man’s eyes, a troubled and lonely look; the very pair of eyes that he as seen the world with for over more than half a century. In his eyes he always seems to be waiting, waiting for what in the long run I do not know. But in that instance I can only guess that he is waiting for his son to come back. His gaze was always of nothing in particular, but from time to time again he would look at the entrance. His weather beaten face seems to be telling a story of a lifetime. The ice blended drink untouched the entire time.
Almost at the same instance, another family come in and sat at the table to my half right. They bring with them a little girl, a girl no older than two years old I supposed. While her mum was settling down with her, her dad ordered a similar ice blended drink to the elderly man, alongside with two slices of cheesecake. The little girl was in her own state of hyperactivity in the oversized couch as she shared a slice with her mum as her dad chomp down the other. Time to time again, she would look into my direction and giggling and grinning ever so innocently. It was beyond any of my facial control that in the end I smiled back at her. She showed me an expression laced with the emotion that I don’t think I will be able to find elsewhere, exclusive to the group known as toddler kids.
The stark contrast of the two scenes made it impossible to be missed; one that is of the elderly uncle who as just stepped into the twilight of his life while the little girl has barely began hers.
As the uncle’s family came to pick him up, he got up slowly from his seat and limped slowly off with them. It seems justified that his son had him in his best interests. As he exited the store, she had finished her cheesecake as well. Goodbye little girl J
Whenever I am feeling disturbed or upset or anything else, I tend to write. Rather, it is more like type now. The items that I write about may not relate directly to the issues that I have on hand, but usually they are disguised within the many words and paragraphs that you see.