An evening - Recap

Walking along the river, walking through the crowd and the restaurant staffs holding the menus inviting everyone who walked pass to patronize them.
I always see the same people and they always say the same thing to me and I always reply the same back to them. This has been going on for almost two years. They have been saying the same things everyday for this long.

The techno music playing from the trishaws is very irritating, where’s the heritage? Or it has become commercial? There is always a super long queue of people waiting for taxis. I thank God that I no longer need to queue for my transport. I used to hate walking; I am a rather impatient person, like things to be fast, quick and convenient. But now walking kind of calms me after a long day at work.

Counting your steps, listening to your breathing, hearing your heart beats. Rhythm.
There are some people who permanent residing at the river bank. They have been there for the longest time, not sure since when. They would sleep on the benches while waiting for their catch – fishing. I wonder what happen to them if it rains.
There is a man, I think he is suffering from some mental problems, sometime he would smile and wave to the tourists and they would mock him. What's in his mind? What is he thinking about? What caused him to become insane? What kind of trauma did he go through before he reached this stage? Is it a choice to be insane?

In the underpass, there are two men basking, with the help of the echo in the tunnel, they sound rather ok. But they never seem to complete a full song. They sing without feelings but just for the sake of singing to get some money, it like putting the spirit of making music to shame. It is a pity that one's passion in music has dwindled due to the need to earn a living or a lack of appreciative audience. People walk passed them, hardly anyone stopped to listen. Most of the time, the baskers would just entertain themselves, jamming.

Reaching the opposite side of the river, the bungee is really exciting, you could hear the men and women screaming as the cabin shoot up into the air. I will try that one day. Challenging oneself needs alot of courage. It gives me a good reason to scream my throat out, that sour/bitter chocked air near my chest, because if you were to do that publicly, you would be labelled as insane.

It’s a relief as I reached my car, but I kinda dislike weekends as the partons to the poplular disco usually cause a traffic jam at the exit of the carpark. But I am comforted and contented from sitting in Jiu Jiu, my old purple car. An old buddy I take with me everywhere I go.