Another Kind Reminder.

"Create Your Future or It Will Create You"
The little note I wrote myself on the morning I woke up from a bad dream.

And I pledge myself to Create, today and every day.

Overheard in Agency #1

Matter of Urgency.

Client: Why you didn't response to my urgent email?

Agency Girl: Really? (looking it up...) You mean the one you wrote about the teaser page?

Client: Yea. Yea, I sent it this morning and I supposed a 4-hour response time is more than enough to handle our urgent request.

Agnecy Girl: Sorry but you title almost all your emails urgent. I thought it's as urgent as the rest of the requests.

Client: No I titled it "Very Urgent!!" instead of "Urgent!". You should be able to tell the difference.

Agency Girl: Oh! Last time you used "Top Urgent!!!" when it was indeed urgent. And you're usually fine with a 1-day turn-around for the not-so-urgent cases.

Client: But I marked "Very Urgent!!"!!! Didn't I?

......

Perhaps, trivia.

perhaps, there are skies beyond this one

perhaps, the grasses are greener

the sun is cooler

diamonds are cheaper

life is simpler

and bubbles would hang on

and on

and on

and on

to be found

photo by sitruc. 2005, hk

Exclusivity.

for those who listen to the rain
for those who never rush for departing trains

I promise you a way
a way
a way

to end
as to begin


for those who milk the coco trees
for those who give away fruits for seeds

I'll let you shy away
away
away

from numb
as to feel


photo by sitruc. 2008, tokyo, japan

Internal fabrication #3

最擅長易容的人

忘了自己的長相

她甚至忘了自己忘了自己長相這回事

掛上一張又一張別人的臉

粉墨登場

挺快活的

直至她愛上一個人

然後那個人告訴她令他迷上她的是她獨一無二的臉孔

一個有關主角笑不出的笑話

photo by sitruc. 2006, hk

Just in case.

she's on a ferry

leaning out the dress fluttered in the breeze

and slipped

I then have a reason to exist

photo by sitruc. 2008, hk

All that I can read alone #1

黛玉來到今生
只為還淚
乾了　盡了　也就完了

下凡前　化泥後
種種　重重
通通

譬如朝露

It's my left foot you're standing on. It hurts. But it's okay.

time
is killing me
slowly
in tranquility

aloof eyes on his poker face
seems to tell

c'est pas mon défaut

no it's not

photo by sitruc. 2006, hk

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

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

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

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

In the waiting line.

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

photo by sitruc. 2006, hk

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

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

Hostage to all the yesterdays.

I have learnt so much from this world

that
I can no longer be myself.


photo by sitruc. 2006, hk

As if it's.

who cares about the aimless loop of déjà vu in overrated reality like screaming bubbles, like ignis fatuus, fade for who they are before elusive sunray comes out of it's exile, the incomplete night completes me

Light it up. Bring it down. Nice, fab.

for the lamp underneath
the leaf glows

Day in day out.

the morning breaks she wakes watching the clock telling the same time all these years she wonders was she dreaming she was a girl or a girl dreaming she was a woman proceeds to the kitchen cracks the shell on rim 16 seconds on the pan she knows precisely it takes to get the halfcooked egg yolk another daybreak just like that

It doesn't really matter if.

slightly grim patiently beneath this suffer the glow swallowed uttered the boy's sigh undo cord sixth finger torn hyponotized into bare sleephood stays aroused in hibernation minute by minute drop by drop exhaling a tree of oxygen 130 vessels away from torn he has to be told that he is okay he is okay he is okay you are okay you are okay I am okay okay.