2006-10-05 12:13:06嵐影
Voices...
Written on: July 07 10:55 PM
tonight had a nice dinner with a friend in an ’old macau style’ restaurant.. but of course.. old macau style restaurants are usually packed with HK tourists... we just can’t avoid it..
anyways, had a nice dinner and a nice chat.. a hot one.. not due to the subject but due to the lack of air-conditioner.. maybe i’m just too used to having air-conditioner.. but it was still nice.. coz the view was splendid.. right at the bay overlooking the tower and Nam Van Lake.. quite romantic too..haha...
then went to the nam van lake and sat there for a chat.. it was really.. i was really touched by the environment.. maybe it’s me being just too sensitive.. i dunno.. but when i sat there, i somehow had a feeling of deja vu.. the voices and the ’sound’ in that surrounding.. it reminded me of my grandma’s house... where the people used to gather at the roof top, chatting and enjoying the breezing.. enjoying the moonlight.. overlooking to Poh Jai Nguk where there’re a group of old women sitting at the garden chatting as well.. we can’t here their conversation, but there’s always a feeling of ’company’.. a feeling of... family.. tonight it was giving me a similar experience... old women sitting by the bay, dipping their feets into the water, children running around and men chatting about the dragon boat rehearsal they had not long ago.. in addition, there were quite a number of people trying to catch crabs and small fishes by the bay.. a father trying to proof to his son he is capable of catching some fishes but failed.. and embarrassed he responded to his son complains by saying: ”did u think it was easy?why don’t u try?”... then the mother explained to the kid that father was brilliant, it’s just not easy to catch those fishy.. the father had a smile on his face at that very moment.. so, who’s the kid again?!?!
i missed that feeling.. i miss it desperately.. how i wish to turn back time and go back to that house (which is already burnt down by some dudes). from time to time, i go by that street where i grew up.. i always try to focus on a certain lamp, a certain window, a certain door.. i want to fix everything in my mind.. i like walking by that street.. though my heartaches everytime i walk pass it.. coz the people living in those buildings are all gone.. the voices.. those voices.. oh... how i miss those voices... when i was young, i used to watch tv in the living room which was next to the balcony.. every commercial break, i would run to the balcony and peep out.. making sure my grandma’s not home yet (coz i should be doing my hw instead of watching tv). and then i would see neighbours chatting on the streets, sitting by the pavements.. and my neighbour friends trying to call me down to play.. sometimes i would sneak down five minutes... in which with all my luck, that 5 minutes was usually the exact time when my grandma arrives and i get caught at sight....
those voices.... oh how i miss those voices...
tonight had a nice dinner with a friend in an ’old macau style’ restaurant.. but of course.. old macau style restaurants are usually packed with HK tourists... we just can’t avoid it..
anyways, had a nice dinner and a nice chat.. a hot one.. not due to the subject but due to the lack of air-conditioner.. maybe i’m just too used to having air-conditioner.. but it was still nice.. coz the view was splendid.. right at the bay overlooking the tower and Nam Van Lake.. quite romantic too..haha...
then went to the nam van lake and sat there for a chat.. it was really.. i was really touched by the environment.. maybe it’s me being just too sensitive.. i dunno.. but when i sat there, i somehow had a feeling of deja vu.. the voices and the ’sound’ in that surrounding.. it reminded me of my grandma’s house... where the people used to gather at the roof top, chatting and enjoying the breezing.. enjoying the moonlight.. overlooking to Poh Jai Nguk where there’re a group of old women sitting at the garden chatting as well.. we can’t here their conversation, but there’s always a feeling of ’company’.. a feeling of... family.. tonight it was giving me a similar experience... old women sitting by the bay, dipping their feets into the water, children running around and men chatting about the dragon boat rehearsal they had not long ago.. in addition, there were quite a number of people trying to catch crabs and small fishes by the bay.. a father trying to proof to his son he is capable of catching some fishes but failed.. and embarrassed he responded to his son complains by saying: ”did u think it was easy?why don’t u try?”... then the mother explained to the kid that father was brilliant, it’s just not easy to catch those fishy.. the father had a smile on his face at that very moment.. so, who’s the kid again?!?!
i missed that feeling.. i miss it desperately.. how i wish to turn back time and go back to that house (which is already burnt down by some dudes). from time to time, i go by that street where i grew up.. i always try to focus on a certain lamp, a certain window, a certain door.. i want to fix everything in my mind.. i like walking by that street.. though my heartaches everytime i walk pass it.. coz the people living in those buildings are all gone.. the voices.. those voices.. oh... how i miss those voices... when i was young, i used to watch tv in the living room which was next to the balcony.. every commercial break, i would run to the balcony and peep out.. making sure my grandma’s not home yet (coz i should be doing my hw instead of watching tv). and then i would see neighbours chatting on the streets, sitting by the pavements.. and my neighbour friends trying to call me down to play.. sometimes i would sneak down five minutes... in which with all my luck, that 5 minutes was usually the exact time when my grandma arrives and i get caught at sight....
those voices.... oh how i miss those voices...