March is no good

The third month of 2009 is unpleasant at the moment:

I am not in Hong Kong so I can't go see Soundless Wind Chime, which will be playing in the international film fest in 3 weeks, followed by director's discussion after viewing.
You told me you are no longer being ambiguous with your partner, while mine is still unresolved.
Ikea is still out of stock for the lid that works with my kitchen utensils storage box.
You came back to visit, stirring up unnecessary memories that was long buried.
The shower drain is still stuck after squeezing liquid soap into the slot.
The bakery ran out of angel cake stuffed with whipped cream.
Still too cold to wear my converses instead of boots.
I'm feeling jealous of you but I feel wrong doing so.
Raining everyday. Or at least 6 days a week.
Work is no longer fun nor interesting.
Still haven't get paid after 2 months.
There's no ice cream in the freezer.
I'm whining more often than ever.

Story | The Postcard Baby

Made in Toronto. Created by a pair of loving partners.
Been to New York, Chicago, Budapest, Paris, Fukuoka, and Singapore.
Rounder and smoother corners through each transfer.
Presences of different stamps on the front and the back. Memories left behind.
Love letters on the surfaces. Many generations of writing and covering with gesso. The same for receivers' names and addresses.

But now the baby is lost in the geometric space.

I will miss you. Remember you have two mommies that really love you.
May you adapt well to your new surrounding soon. Adore the change.


02/27/09 [This story is dedicated to the forever-gone postcard sent to me from Fernie.]

*Update: The postcard did arrive after 2 months of touring around. Yay. 03/13/09

Story | How Are You?

Have you ever wonder what it meant to me? Your disappearance was you own mature choice. Once I had lots of self-doubts, but at this moment I would not question. It was purely our mutual decision on not being together anymore and letting this go. You will have a good life without my presence. I will have a prosperous time of the future. Nothing will last like diamonds in my house nor in my art anyway. However I would like to wish you well on the walk of going up and down the numerous corridors in search of the hearth. Daffodils would come out of the desk drawers. Sapphires would reveal themselves behind the stationary sculptures. You will be like my tulips.

To keep you updated, herbs started to grow in my suitcase right after you disappeared. Especially the basils. They are blooming like they have never performed before. Flirting like Toulouse-Lactrec's Can Can dancers. Parsleys are going lovely too. Shyly smiling at the negative space. The emptiness is shrinking. But it is recovering slow. Maybe the cropless fields existed for thousands of years already, yet no one seemed to notice the bad soil condition and chemical contemination before. Until now. It was hiding behind the mainstream bias image as a featureless motionless backdrop. Now I wish I did my college and trained to be a theatre set designer. Then I can use my knowledge and skills to crowd the entire stage with many many of you.

May nothing rest in peace.


02/25/09

Story | Crossinspiration

You inspired me.
I inspired her.
She inspired the second her.

(The cycle would just go on and on.)

We ended up sharing the same favourite colour of clothing. The exact shade of bright bluish-teal and persian indigo.
We ended up dressing similar to each other. Those cozy pre-teen boy sweaters and the way we tie our scarfs.
We ended up having the same t-shirt. Remember the black one with white cad block-like people on it? And the white one with grey and yellow stripes too.

What some coincidences. Maybe we are meant to bond in a very subtle way. Cloning makes us identify each other from this chaotic world and together we are.


02/26/09

Craziness for a book

I'll start March with a story about my craziness. I have gone far enough with the purchase of this book - it's not easy to get my hands on it (of course it could be easily done if I'm willing to pay crazy for shipping).

I've my eyes on it since it was first mentioned in an article on Fridae around October 2008. So after reading that article, I went to the project organizer's website, read information on how to buy the book (which doesn't really help as they only provide info for people who are currently in HK), and then went on emailing one of their contacts. Connie, one of the contacts, replied that I could get the book via Fridae shopping, or she can accept money personally via Paypal. For Fridae, obviously it didn't work because even now they don't have the book listed in their shop. As for paying through Paypal with Connie, she didn't get back to me after a month or so - I decided not to bother her anymore. I would just wait and wait until I get to HK and I go get the book myself. 2008 passed and 2009 came. I'm working in Shanghai and going back to Hong Kong for Chinese new year. Here's my chance! However, as I was sticking with my parents all the time and going to lots of different places, I don't really have access to bookstores by myself (no I'm not out to them yet). I did manage to check out one in the shopping plaza underneath my apartments a day before I leave HK (I know I was late, but I couldn't find an excuse earlier to go out by myself), but they ran out of stock. ARGH. The sales assistant said the closest place to get the book was in Causeway Bay. I know I would regret a lot if I didn't manage to get the book before I leave, I decided to head to CWB 2 hours before going to the airport even though I was super sick and dizzy, finding a random but workable excuse for my parents that I want a specific book. So I went and got the book. That's the story.


Wondering what made me doing crazy stuff like this? The full title of this book is called《艾love女人一一香港會愛上女人的女人口述歷史》(roughly translates as "I Love Women: Oral History of Hong Kong Women Who Loves Women"), 2008, organized and edited by a group of volunteers, published in traditional Chinese. Although I only spent my childhood years in Hong Kong, I do want to know more about HK women who love women and their stories. Plus I'm in love with reading right now (should of know that way way earlier). Getting back on topic, the book listed numerous stories of women from diverse backgrounds, of different generations, and with various self identities. And the last chapter included a fun piece of writing on "TB 背心" (chest binding vests) and how they act like the wonderful push-up bras for most women, but rather provide the miracle of "push-down" for tomboys and butch ladies. The book also included a bookmark which gives the definitions and explainations of many of the popular terms used within the HK lesbian community or gay culture in general.

Check out the book description and purchasing information from 香港女同盟會 (Women Coalition of Hong Kong) by clicking here.