If there be no miracle in the 20 days ahead, Singapore’s first cable radio station Rediffusion will play a last song for its subscribers on 30th April 2012.
I remember the rare days of going to coffee shops where they sold no-frills butter cakes displayed in a shelf with glass sliding doors. Positioned in a prominent spot in the coffee shop, a wooden box with a mesh and a couple of knobs imbued the coffee shop with lively melodies and songs in different languages. Some patrons seemed to really pay great attention when story-telling or talk shows, in dialects that were Greek to me, came on air.
As I recall it now, I finally know why such experiences are nostalgic. We didn’t go to a coffee shop every day, not even every few days. And we don’t do certain things now, not even once a year.
我还依稀记得，年幼时到咖啡店的次数比我们现在上馆子的次数还来得少。虽然我最欣赏的是玻璃橱柜里一片片的旧式牛油蛋糕，但从那四四方方、外加一粒圆纽的箱子所传出来的美妙音乐及歌声也常常引起我的注意。有趣的是，每当讲古时段一到，就有好些大人（成年人）竖起耳朵，聚精会神地在听，仿佛是在给我做个好榜样 – 上课时就是要这样专心听课。