流光不及 liú guāng bù jí

乡土以南. 瞥见两三老人, 斑驳城墙, 浮云掠光, 沿河流水, 悠哉悠哉. 但愿老死于此, 不见灵魂腐烂.

派对发与飞波珊既结婚专辑. 唔好问我点解, 佢哋既名称绝对与佢哋既专业有关. 欲知详情, 请游览佢哋既商业网页.

An album exclusively dedicate to my friend Yook San and her love one, Fatt. The album is rather rough and rashness for this time I would say…

P/S : 如果你哋间BAND房仲係度, 我念我会叫你哋Base屎发同Keyboard珊.

更多照片, 请按”派对发与飞波珊专辑“.

If heritage is meant to be redefined, I would say heritage is you, me, the passerby, or any individual that happened to get along with the place we called home. Despite how other emphasized aged building as heritage or even symbolize them as prominent landmark, in fact, they are merely still life, that consists of nothing but the foretime of all. What is crucial? “People.” I would answer.

Heritage is everywhere, as if it’s embedded into our daily living. A pair of red lanterns, various spices, manifold attires, diversity of ethnic groups, that arouse your sense of belonging, and depicts the stories of all. A silhouette of dome that u reckoned as mosque, a wee scent of incense leads you the temple of east, overwhelmed red reminds you of Chinese’s feast, statue of Shiva shows you the deity of Hinduism…

Well, this was what I thought about heritage last Sunday, on the competition itself. Pretty bad huh? When perception of all changed. Definitely, heritage is far more than that. It could be vast, but never to be vague.

Deity

Musician.

Cast back – curiosity never kills, but ignorance does.

The mosque.

Red lanterns.

Embedded faith.

Fusion
- He is loitering in the city, a city of strangness, yet it looks familiar.

The remnant, nothing much but survivor of demolition.

Oblivion, as it started to fade away.

The present of past, which indicates the day of fall, and the year of rose.

我开始相信念力, 相信念起那刻亦是了圆那刻.

无端兴起看海的念头, 这边霜接到林家小姐的来电.”登塔看海去不?” 好啊我说.

绵绵细雨老半天, 瞥不见”海角7号”里小桥, 流水, 人家那种特意营造虚假的朴素.

雨渐息, 沾着满脚泥泞, 穿过渔船聚集之地, 稀嘘老人俱乐部, 绽放着宛如大红花花卉的丛树, 该死的清水混凝土燕屋, 来到一贩卖休闲的神秘株社, 有好几秒, 恍惚瞥见以前自家村子里头那充数三山五嶽老大小弟悠自摇晃黑狗啤的会堂, 仰或, 村子里举足轻重的肥佬FAT杂货, 那时候没有印尼妹, 没有7-11. 后来, 我只记得会堂的糯米鸡很好吃, 我家与肥佬FAT成了亲戚, 7-11与肥佬FAT身份对调. 再后来, 除了记忆中的美好, 其他都烟灭了.

往海那头走去, 踏上那一端丘上. 蹲着, 紧接着是大半天的发呆. 或许看海是放牧时光的最好选择. 潮水像岁月,  一涨浮现一退具灭, 述说永无休止的月晴圆缺.

摄于雪州丹绒士拨与摩力海岸.