直从由国外升学回来，我才真正发觉自己土生土长的地方在很多外国人的眼里是那么的独一无二。当时，我狭窄的世界里只有西方的美好。念旧和贪新忘旧分别就在一念之差，《 Malacca: voices from the street 》 测底改变了我看马六甲的角度。我开始用相机记录每一次回家的旅程，开始注意一些不曾留意的事物。
Returning to Malacca has been my monthly routine. When it's time to head back to Singapore, it usually is hard - I really miss all the nostalgic sights and sounds that I'll leave behind. An example are these photos, taken way before Chinese New Year, on one of my many visits to Grandma, who is staying in one of the plentiful, peaceful and quiet villages in Malacca.
The MUST have "Rojak" stall before visitng grandma
|One of Grandma's enamel collections|
My aunt is always eager to pick the best coconut for me! (so sweet of her~)
These lovely pink flowers existed even before I was born
Home-grown passion fruits
|and rose apples in recycled cushion cover|
In the afternoon, spending time walking under the sun, with "Clover" (my green umbrella) is a great way to explore the many interesting places and people around the neighborhood.