My egg plant was dead, and the traffic light

My egg plant was dead the day when we moved my office from 19th floor to the 21st floor. It was about mid September. So that means my egg plant was happy living for about a month before it died. Actually the photos you see in this blog are taken when the plant was in best shape. Long live egg plant.

Yesterday my working colleges and I went to North Point to have lunch. We came across an interesting traffic light which I didn't think was being implemented across Hong Kong. The light has a digital counter which started ticking when the light turns to green. It gives you the count of how much second left before the light turns to red. I think this is a very neat idea and really should be installed across the Hong Kong city.

Feeling of sorrow

I woke up with overwhelming feeling of sorrow this morning. Some sort of depression maybe. Maybe it's the ex-performance syndrome again.

Sadness for no good reason

I woke up at 3:30 am this morning. Something bothered me, but I didn't know exactly what it was. It's been a while since I was overwhelmed by such kind of sadness. Maybe it was a news that I heard from a friend. Maybe it's a imperfect performance that caused my depression. Maybe it's a rude awakening of the fact that I really is way too old to do what I was frequently doing these days (and it made things worse when I saw it from what the others does). Maybe it was the girl that I met 10 years too late. Maybe it was a realization that I was far less talented than what I wish I could be. Or maybe it's all of the above.

No matter what the reason was (or were), I am pretty sure that I will forget about the whole mess and start getting busy on whatever I am going to busily work on, and it helps when I have such a short concern span and short memory.

My terribly short memory, what a beautiful double edge sword of my life, causing me so much pain and yet giving me so good a way out from desperate pain and sorrow.

More Egg Plant photos ...

My little egg plant

Here's a photo of the plant that I received as a gift from a friend.