Mangkhut isn’t your typical fruit (name contributed by Thailand) and ravaged the Philippines (where over 100 lives perished) and led to chaos and damages in Hong Kong unseen in recent history.
Trees were found two months blocking passageways or dangling next to pavements. If there is a take home message that get hammered from time to time yet ignored but the majority of the populace, it’s “climate change”. It’s here and it’s not going anywhere anytime soon and it might well get much worse.
印象中巴士服務很少在8號風球除下以後受阻，但山竹這次使到部份偏遠路線幾日、甚至一星期才恢復！Bus services never missed a bit for anything weaker than a No.8 typhoon signal were seriously disrupted for up to a week for certain remote routes, especially in the New Territories.
And on to the trees that fell, I was surprised to learn some were fragrant emitting agarwood-like that were uprooted. That certainly was the case near a bus terminal in my neighbourhood where many trees were down. A breeze with the pleasant scent not normally there signaled the end of those trees, which took years to grow to their considerable grandeur and more likely irreplaceable in this over-built city.
pourquoi cet art national qui démontre normalement la beauté de la vie ou le bonheur montre un visage semblablement méchant? peut être c’est un cœur dur et froid qui fait une apparition non-déguisée.
what the heck is goin’ on near junk bay?
passing police cordon
mama said staying up late is not good for your liver…
some medical study claimed night owls have a higher chance of catching diabetes, given the former need to burn more energy and are likely to consume higher amount of carbs…
but late night in most cities bring out interesting characters…
the people (or the lack of), the landscape, the occasional drunks,
more relentless than others are the billboards and signs , the claws of global capitalism, shouting at you in the wee hours when other forms of communications are taking a break!
From those tangerines of unbelievable bargin that I didn’t took in for the Ram year, I did menage to recuperated a bouquet worth of flowers from the street, as one of joyful by-standers when passers-by spotted a grad-opening of a store/office (I dont know to-this-date what it was) was throwing away, or at least letting people take home all those flowers delievered to their doorsteps just hours before.
Trashed after an hour or so of spotlight, they are now in a vase, on a table, for an extended fortnight of their lifespan.
The dust has long settled after the World Cup 2014 in Brazil. Football aside, the theme song and its video really sounded and looked heavily American, albeit international production. So much for Brazil’s backbone of photographing and fingerprinting Americans visitors knocking on their doors on arrival, when it comes to big money, multinationals still dictate how events are run or sponsored. This couldn’t be truer weird and somewhat vulgar and definitely violent (towards the end) parody which par hasard caught my attention today:
So the Brazilians spent all that money, threw in some false pride, garnished with cultural absence and misrepresentations and topped off with some posh infrastructures, et Voilà! Who eventually would benefit? Wait, Rio will host the Olympics in less than 48 months and the story keeps on fermenting itself.
and here’s the NFL or Miami-like original jingle.