Story | Spatial Claim

Mass, noise, and odour can claim space.

People with bigger body types can occupy multiple seats, providing they do not interfere with the particular provider's regulations on fare.

People with chatty mouths and high-pitch voices can annoy nearby passengers and make them put on their headphones or even relocate to stay away from the noise.

People with stinky smells or over-perfumed bodies can scared away others around, forcing them to hop off the subway cart and wait for the next train.

Who would thought inconvenience to others can bring one spatial benefits? No wonder individuals do it all the way without considering their annoyance and disturbance to others.


2011/08/22

Story | Terminated

I cannot stop droplets of sodium-filled water coming out of the tear ducts, dropping down my spine. Yet another hour and thirty minutes til I can reach home.

Spending enormous number of hours at bus terminals, I learned to be quiet, to keep everything to myself. Who wouldn't want a good night of sleep in their very own comfy cozy bed, rather than resting on the cold back-less metal bench that is filled with germs of different sort.

Maybe one day in the future, I will no longer live in this filthy non-sustainable world. Perhaps I can fly through the clouds by then.


2011/08/19

Story | Green Buses

I feel good being an alumni of my school, of my program. Who knew green roofs on buses would be a great innovative idea that would gain you first place in a forty minute design competition and a miniature model of a double-decker bus?

Really, I was just throwing ideas that had lingered in my studio design projects and directly implementing it as a moving large vehicle. I guess that was new.

Maybe one day we will actually see a bus topped with a living garden and absorbing pollutants in our consumptive non-sustainable world.


2011/08/19

Story | Purple Cap, Blue Bottle

Last time the scent was present was over eighteen months ago in Romania. In the middle of winter, showering in a newly-renovated cubicle with a wood flooring, I inhaled the so-called ocean lift and divine aroma. Surely the coldness, through the non-full-sealed windows, made the body shiver. However hot water was dispensed and poured onto the skin, glided down the fleshed frame and ran into the drains. Bucharest had its snow.

Now in a familiar city yet foreign scene, the same scent danced. Except hair was cut shorter, and the same troubles no longer existed. Mentality had transformed, into a field of calmness. This does soothe one out; excitement downs.


2011/08/19

Story | Euphoria

Song for my Juliette!

The moonlight, as if it’ll spill, is definitely dark
Including the almost exploding torchlight
I need to learn how to shine like she does
If I look at her, I’ll be blinded

Please give me a chance
When you look at me with those eyes
I want to hold you in my arms
But to me, you’re like a playful fox

Juliette, I’ll give you my soul
Juliette, please accept me
Juliette, sweetly, a little more sweeter
Whisper my serenade

Sweet addiction, burning temptation
Even though your lips are bitter poison
I’m Romeo, your knight in shining armor
Trapped in a glass jar, love is a red light

You’re already the center of the whole world, my focus
You play me all day, and even if you push me, pull me, and I fall down
I follow your scent that embraces my body again
I can’t stop, so take all of my heart and my breath

Please open your heart
Your gestures toward me pass by again
My trembling heart seems like it’ll explode any moment

Juliette, I’ll give you my soul
Juliette, please accept me
Juliette, sweetly, a little more sweeter
Whisper my serenade

Even without any words, I already know everything
Your eyes said they want me badly
I can’t escape this habit of chasing after you
You spread like an irresistable poison
Yeah, baby Juliette

Juliette, I’ll give you my soul
Juliette, please accept me
Juliette, sweetly, a little more sweeter
Whisper my serenade

Juliette, I’ll give you my soul
Juliette, please accept me
Juliette, sweetly, a little more sweeter
Whisper my serenade

My love is passionate like the sun, only you, only you
Even if I’m born again, only one person will shine brightly in my heart
My heart shines brightly
My heart shines brightly

On and off. A year had passed by, yet nothing is accomplished.

The first time I lay my eyes on you was at that house party. You were shouting and dancing with the mop, while I sat quietly on the couch in the living room adjacent music-filled dining hall sipping my drink. Under those dazzling lights and loud beats, you seemed so good looking, so attractive.

With the influence of alcohol, people sticked together kissing and mooching in the backyard that lacks boundary. Under the endless dark sky, temporary excitement felt like they would last forever. Individuals hooked up, regardless of friends' questionable gazes or their concerns. Lust was important at the instant.

Hopping down the squeaky yet carpeted stairs. Bouncing away from the wooden platform and steps. Skipping on pads of concrete stamped with dates. Dancing across the historical bridge with an alternative mentality state of mind.

Silence filled the apartment.


2011/08/01

Story | Urge

Queerness is everywhere. The one special wink, and the one particular smirk, reveal all that cannot be spoken. Messages are exchanged with publicly unnoticeable gazes, shooting rays and glares among the same eyes. Stars are exploded within the sphere, creating warmth fizziness. Meanings are reinterpreted under the invisible cultural lens, pulling and pushing people to reveal their most inner and deepest selves.

Irrelevant. People eat, sleep, drink, and fuck everyday. What is so mysterious, special, and mysterious to retain the wall of barriers?


2011/07/26

Story | Intersection

Hundreds and thousands of cars, plus a few motorcycles, passed by.

Paper is being filled. Pen ink leaked and bleed on the white 30 lbs thin fax paper. Late night joggers ran by. Vehicles flied through.

Crossing my legs, I was alone lounging on the lightly reflective concrete pad. It was newly paved and dry, although a canopy of some sort was lacking.

It will come soon. Good things will happen sooner or later. Patience will bring in prosperity, right?

The intersection is a spot for change.


2011/07/23

Story | Suburbia

Once again, sitting alone in the middle of suburban land waiting. Is this a way for God to test me patience? I guess I have been too hush and too rush in my weekday life. Saturday is a perfect time to stop, slow down, and self-reflect on the fast pace schedule.

What does this mean? I cannot stop wondering if I did something bad in my daily routine.

I supposed it could be worse. At least the sky was clear without droplets of rain. The waiting area was brightly lit. My ipod was charged and working. A pen plus a receipt with a blank backside were available for jotting random ideas down.

I took this as an eye-opening experience. I mean, normal people normally would not have spent forty-five minutes of their life sitting in the middle of nowhere in suburb late at night around 10pm, sitting on a concrete pad under an invisible yet-to-be-built bus shelter.

Transportation is important.


2011/07/23

Story | Beach

I come home in the morning light
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
And girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one
But girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have -

That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have

That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun,
They want to have fun,
They want to have fun...

Drawings of line portrait make people happy. However there was one sucker who kind of brought the mood down.

You said you would show up - but no, you broke your promise. I have heard stories that you enjoy submerging in your religious bubble, only to resurface at designated moments.

But really, who cares. Girls just want to have fun.


2011/07/18

Story | A Hundred and Ninety-Six

Today was a bliss. Well, more like sublime.

There was a very beautiful enormous bright moon hanging on the dark canvas. Very very pretty and attractive.

There were three buses to catch. All of them were caught in hurries, with no breathing time in between each. This would only happen once in a blue moon - with the three buses being late when I boarded them, yet they managed to bring me to my transfer point destination in the speed of light years.

There was updated news, finally, about being selected to attend a summit. I guess I was worth it as a candidate.

It must be the full moon that brought all the goodies.


2011/07/15

Story | Work Hard, Party Hard

Now, only after so many years, I finally understand what work hard, play hard meant. Many months ago I was first introduced to the concept by someone I deeply admired, yet at that time I totally did not understand nor want to involve with this lifestyle at all.

It was weird. I have been trying and struggling to find a balance between work and relaxation, yet I am not getting anywhere close to the zen stage.

So why not give this a try? Together with overtime, period, sore throats and occasional headaches, I might as well throw and drown myself into the hardcore working hardcore partying life.


2011/07/12

Story | Aging

Time and age had slipped by.
After eight years of alternative experience, the body can no longer battle the severe physical pain nor endure the thrill.
Stamina had dropped.

The change in mentality caused the disinterest.


2011/07/09

Story | Mounted Projections

To be able to think and make choices, it is a privilege. I do recognize I am in a privileged situation. I am delighted and glad that I am able to choose and to select my next step.

Storms are here. Questions raise to the surface.

What is the meaning to be living? Was it to follow the norm? Was it to suck up everything and start living a normative life? Was it to follow the suit of presenting your best self and live up to other people's expectation of you? Was it to live a model life?

Bullshit. Everything is just an illusion.


2011/07/02

Story | Otherness and Homeless

I want to escape to Shanghai once again. Just another twelve month. One more year I would release myself from the current suffer, off on a plane and f*ck everything else.

There will be things to deal with, but it is better than stuck in a boring questionable life style. The present situation is not doing anything good - escape escape escape.

Perhaps I am trying to run away from things, from reality. But why do we have to be bound by the preset normative life others subscribe us into? We never really sign up for it; it is just people push us into the slots.

Yes I know. I might not fit in. Well guess what - I do not think I will even fit into anything. Blending in maybe, but never fully able to fit into anything. I am queer in that sense. Home is nowhere to be found.


2011/07/02

Story | Tip-toe

Sometimes it is scary. Actually most of the time. Everything is like a bet, take it or loose it.

I supposed lost should not be that consumptive. They say if the old does not leave, the new will not come. However, the process of healing, accompanied by the experience of drowning in intermediate purgatory, comes with heavy grief.

Drop.


2011/06/30