The hubby brought up an Andy Lau CD I never knew he has. Then he played it on our stereo system.

The melancholic melody - trademarks of Chinese songs that is familiar to my ears - started to fill up the room.

I used to hate Chinese songs very much (I still do for some songs) however with the lack of great songs on the radio lately, I welcomed this odd sounds to my ear. After all, it's Andy Lau's - supposedly the Sinatra of HK music scene.

It is a strange nostalgic sound that reminds me of childhood days back in Jakarta, going to the Gloria building accompanying my mom, passing through street vendors that sells illegal Chinese cassettes.

I remember we went there to eat. The food I don't remember. But the blasting music raping my ears with unfamiliar language, that I remember. I hate that sounds. I hate not knowing what the singers talking about. I hate how they all sounded so damn sad.

Hubby was raised in predominantly Chinese culture - yet he rarely shows this side of him. I was very comfortable with Western & Indonesian culture. Only recently, since my friends here are quite comfortable with Chinese culture, I started to care a little bit.

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