The organised chaos

The apple and her tree

As I was walking out of the MacPherson industrial park area this afternoon, I was suddenly struck by the thought that 20 years ago, my father could have walked down the exact same tree-lined path.

When I was a kid, I never knew exactly what he did. My knowledge was limited to the fact that he worked at the 报馆 and brought home lots of magazines every month. Needless to say, my fascination for fashion was started by my very early induction into the world of Her World and Go.

It was only much later when I went through Dad’s old namecards that I realised he was a circulation manager. For which newspaper or magazine, I never knew. Which is a real shame but then again, I was only six when he passed on.

And now, 20 years later, his daughter is working in the same company, at the same location. How strangely coincidental and weirdly touching. No wonder my mother was so nostalgic about that place, and really excited about my accepting the job.


Speaking of the mother, she can be really hilarious. We were having dinner this evening when the home landline started ringing. As a rule, I seldom pick up the telephone unless I have a hunch that it’s my call (90% of the time, the call is for her) so she got up from her seat and walked out to the living room to answer the call, grumbling a little as she did.

“Hello? Yes, yes it’s me. Yes, I am at home now.”

I almost choked on my food because of the sheer silliness of her greeting (see if you can catch why it’s so funny). And then I stopped and thought for a moment, and came to realization that I have actually inherited some of her funny quirks.


I guess the apple really doesn’t fall too far from the tree.

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