kampong service centre

Yesterday I was at the back of my kitchen when I heard sound coming from the main door. It sounded like someone trying to push the door open, which I had locked from inside. I thought it was those visually handicapped people selling tissue paper, but it was my next door neighbour.

My neighbour is a man in his 70s. He wanted to ask me to take a look at his mobile phone cos it was in silent mode and he had a missed call. He didn't know how to switch back to the normal mode. He handed me his phone (and the user manual @@) and wow, why would an old man like him use such a complicated phone? So I pressed a few buttons and switched the profile back to General. This wasn't the first time he came over to seek help for his phone. I guess what seems technologically intuitive to us, may not be the same for people of older generations. I mean, I didn't look at the manual.

I had a little discussion with my friends on plurk, and some brought up that this may be that kampong spirit thing. I have never lived in a kampong before, but I guess it's something like people leaving their doors open, people walking into each other's house, people borrowing salt from you, people helping each other, people sharing food, kids playing with one another...

I remember the days when my neighbour asked me to help them set up their new computer, the days when they came into my house to borrow toilet (-_-"), I think they could have relocated the Resident's Committee.

Now, why didn't that cute pretty girl down the corridor come look for me?