Archive for 六月, 2005

踢著雨水嘩啦嘩啦的唱

還記得上週三整天都被雨水覆蓋嗎?離開辦公室,輾轉乘車到紅磡海旁,褲管跟心愛高跟鞋也濕透了。望向對岸,那景觀好陌生,我從沒有看過這樣啡啡黃黃的天和海,海裏翻著白浪,滿街都湧著很急的雨水,白領們站在碼頭簷下,等待雨水稍歇。

好想好想跟心愛的人分享那一剎那,我對這地方這城市的感受。相機攝錄機都不管用,真想把腦袋拿下來讓他品味。 Read the rest of this entry »

 

幸福

Big blue sky... I can't have much chance touching such a big blue sky in my home city.

我真的不懂得如何表達我滿心的感謝。

生命對我很好。

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subzero

It's nice to get drunk sometimes...

It’s nice to get drunk sometimes, with good music, good movies.

Goodnight folks!

 

ACM《敬拜 Crossover》

ACM《敬拜 Crossover》

出版及發行 香港基督徒音樂事工協會 
監製    陳芳榮
製作統籌  古丹青
製作助理  陳永業
和聲編排  陳芳榮
結他    John Laudon (except Track 13)
木結他   何頌華 (Track 13)
低音結他  John Laudon
編曲及混音 John Laudon @ Reel Music Studio, Tai Po, HK
母帶處理  Craig Waddell @ Gotham City Studio, Vancouver, B.C. Canada
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That’s life

A family comes back to Hong Kong for two weeks, and I’ve spent some days with them, eating out, shopping, babysitting, and most importantly, chatting. I’m glad that we make good friends offline. We share quite a few important moments of life together. Thanks for your love and care, and hope to see you very soon. I love you all!

Having dinner with birthday girl tonight. I’m glad that she sounds happy when she receives my phone call, and I know she has great time with her ex-colleague in the afternoon. We have a great dinner in a smoky restaurant (we can be happy even the environment is that bad, it’s a matter of choice). We talk about jobs, career, food and health. I’m sorry that I can’t say “Happy Birthday”, because I’m a bit lost, after seeing doctor today. We’re all aging. Anyway, my dear friend, all the best everyday in your wonderful life! Got that job and seize for better life in Jesus!!!

Chatting with a friend tonight, about my cat and his dog, about aging, about death. We live under different clocks, facing similar scenarios. We stock stuff in our houses throughout lives. We got problems in throwing junk away. It’s another matter of choice, to buy new things and to throw away old stuff. We got to spend hours in picking “valuable” things from junk hills. But at last, they’re mostly left untouched for another decade. What are the things / people / stories / memories / emotions we’re trying to grasp firmly in hand? Would it be a lost giving them up? We’re fear of changes. My way of facing fear is to admit the fact, and try tiny step of changes. I’m afraid my cats are all leaving me someday in my life. So, I start to adapt to the foreseeable ending. Someday, one day, they’ll leave me alone. So what can I do?

Life, without rehearsal, without replay, you’ve got only “take one” for every seconds.

How are you going to live it out?