2007/02/08

Prey, play, pray, be preyed.



















*images adopted from the movie Babel

Watched Babel another night. It's a good one and a heavy one like 21 Grams, former work of the movie's director Alejandro González Iñárritu who's well known for his ability to weave compelling and non-linear stories in harmonic rhyme.

Sons of a Morocco farmer were given a hunting rifle to keep the wolves away from their goats. The boys played with it shooting a bus far away. The bullet went to shoulder of an American tourist. Hided the rifle, prayed not to be found, were finally got into a chase and gun shoots by the police.

They were supposed to prey, and they played, then prayed, then were preyed. Like you'll never know what a mindless move you made would trigger, nor where the day will bring you. By reading this post you pulled a trigger, and I did mine writing it. The bullet may hit a tree trunk, or a supermarket trolley, or the dark side of the moon, or somebody's chest. Right, like you never know.


[Babel by Alejandro González Iñárritu, 2006]

2007/02/07

Internal monologue #1



























i'm afraid of epilogue.
i'm afraid of flatterers and insinuations.
i'm afraid of being cold-shouldered.
i'm afraid of the crowd.
i'm afraid of casual acquaintances.
i'm afraid of being stopped.
i'm afraid of being pushed.
i'm afraid of getting stuck.
i'm afraid of not being understood.
i'm afraid of being looked through.
i'm afraid of getting up at the wrong side of the bed.
i'm afraid of doing something wrong.
i'm afraid of doing only the right things.
i'm afraid of permanent damages.
i'm afraid of conclusions.
i'm afraid of not being loved.
i'm afraid of loving someone too much.
i'm afraid of being loved for the wrong reasons.
i'm afraid of being the right guy for the wrong girl.
i'm afraid of the right girl showed up at the wrong time.
i'm afraid of the right time will never come.
i'm afraid of afraid.


photo by sitruc for misa c. 2006, hk

2007/01/24

Internal fabrication #2














woke in the midnight traded my sweat soaked pillow for a dry one then found the little white mood-elevating pills doesn't work as on pain of tragically sentimental god you give me years and years of disneyland while all I asked for is Musée du Louvre like you never listen or I never pray bet you're on the frantic side of busy running your universe would have no time to run little errands for me, huh?

2007/02/11: Thx for emails & msn messages from you guys, I'm doing a okay. What I wrote under "Internal fabrication" are little tales came up to my mind, not happening to me. So don't worry. I'm not having the little white mood-elevating pills. :)

photo by sitruc. 2004, hk

2007/01/23

Internal fabrication #1

每天晚上要說過愛你愛得不得了的他的太太今日給你撥電話說她懷孕了請你行行好讓讓路給小寶寶然後你不說話吃不下睡不著不找他不讓他找到日夜躲在牆角一遍又一遍反覆後悔最後一次見面時竟然沒有狠狠擁抱你愛的男人

2007/01/12

Sexy is is sexy.



























sexy is a pair of peep-toe high heels
on the right pair of legs
wandering down a bridge of concrete
in a foggy night
tracing tipsy steps
watching the man
watching you
wearing peep-toe high heels

is sexy

photo by sitruc for jasper c. 2006, hk

2007/01/10

Killer interface.













Check out the new iPhone. See "widescreen iPod" demo.

oh oh oh, there is some serious charm here in this killer interface.
Nobody can resist that. Nooooooooobody.

image from apple.com

2007/01/08

The muddled.













朋友當中最聰穎會六種語言記憶力最好的, 也是最不快樂的一位.

在浴室想起以前某女友說過 "頭痛得像扭毛巾",
用力扭毛巾時擠出了水, 頭痛時擠出了什麼?
或是一點點不具名的天份, 重要與不重要的記憶也許.

如是更接近了混沌, 及快樂(?)

小孩子們: 切記別人說吃了會聰明的蔥是毒藥, 而祝你聰明伶俐的人正在詛咒你.

2007/01/01

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It's my birthday and I wish my life will make more sense after the end of every day.

2006/12/26

Well, I do cook, occasionally.















Fry Yaki-soba noodle with scallop.

My first time spending more than 20 mins preparing lunch for myself since probably 2002.

It tastes as good as it looks. :)

2006/12/22

In the waiting line.















too close as a safe distance
too far apart to jump over

photo by sitruc. 2006, hk

2006/11/30

i am me.





















It was 1998 back then. Stood alone in faculty office, I was fascinated by a piece of writing hanged on the wall. For 30 mins I stared at it, lifted my mind up above the ceiling.

The very next day having coffee in the faceless crowd at cafeteria, the plain sentences and simple words still grabbed all of me. It wasn't as easy as it is now to search for articles via the internet. So I went to the faculty office again to write it down on my notebook disregarding the curious pairs of eyes:

i am me - "My Declaration of Self-esteem"
by Virginia Satir

In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me -
everything that comes out of me is authentically mine,
because I alone choose it -
I own everything about me -
my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions,
whether they be to others or to myself -
I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears -
I own all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.

Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me -
by so doing I can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts -
I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me,
and other aspects that I do not know -
but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself,
I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and for ways to find out more about me -
However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me -
If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought and felt turned out to be unfitting, I can discard that which I feel is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded -
I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me -
I own me, and therefore I can engineer me -
I am me &

I AM OKAY

photo by sitruc, 2006, seoul, korea

2006/11/20

1120 to the power of two.

















your theory does not square with the facts,
nor your wish with the desires.


graphic by sitruc, 2006

2006/11/15

Peter Pan's blue.












he rather not to fly when again found that's vanity in a dream,
afterall,
like every another day.

the kind of pain he never can get numb to.


photo by sitruc, 2001, andong, korea

2006/11/04

God forgot to give a soul.



catches first ray of daylight
just for him

a crack on the wall
looms a handsome smile
blinks bleary eyes

blatantly
sends forth an unadorned innuendo
to the landlady of porcelaneous skin

right.

flawlessly
spotlessly

she
is a doll rolled out from an assembly line

2006/11/03

A little black tale.






















of my recent visit / purchase in yygallery, 5cm, Gay Giano, Cour Carre, 01TheOne, ScaredCow, Twentyuntil.