Dancing in Spring

My walk in Chepstow Villas.

What a lovely thought that someone put this couple to dance in blooming flowers.

Love grey

My favorite color.

Broken keyboard is like an old lady's falling teeth.

And I wonder the alphabets I statically use the most is J & K ?

The collapse of traffic light

Bond Street

The traffic light was hit by a long trailer trying to turn left and it couldn't resist the gravity any more.

Make it clear

Soho

From a front door of a house in SOHO. They make it clear, "No Prostitutes Here".

Fed up with the door knocks or sense of humour?

Innocence

at La Fromagerie

How innocent she is. She fed these goats with sugar cubes. That would make delicious goat cheese.

A Train & Relationship

on Heathrow Connect. This would make a good vignette. 

A train is like a relationship

what if I was in this bogie, and you were in another one.

what if I was heading West but you just decided you want to head East?

what if we met and chatted in this train but you said you're tired and you want get off before me?

what if I want to go to next stations, but you don't want to go anywhere else but here?

what if we were once the same line but at that point one day we have to go parallel? 

The Hug

From Soul i-D exhibition

I love hugging and being hugged.

Angels

My mom told me since I was young she believes in guardian angels, those who protect her when something bad is going to happen. It can be a sort of unseen energy or good people who happen to come to help at the right time. I thought it was bullshit but the older I am, the more I believe in such things and feel thankful for having guardian angels around me to always keep me out of trouble.

> A drug-crazed guy on the basement climbed up and knocked my window at 4 am with two glasses of champagne. 

My angel was my elementary friend who came back from a night out with me and made me feel safe by talking peace with that guy. Although we got so scared in the end because the dickhead was swearing at us like he was gonna eat our flesh.

> I sent my passport to request for visa on Friday. My parents just landed Monday night to stay with me here for a month. Tuesday, my housekeeper received a call from the Thai Embassy in London that my passport is with them. I thought, "such a curious case... I need a Sherlock Holmes" Wednesday, my dad received a call he hadn't answered for a couple of times and it was a call from the Thai embassy informing us that my lost passport is with them. It was sent to them Tuesday evening. On a bus to the embassy, I was frustrated and wondering how that happened. Where are other documents? Did it come with the passport? And why 400 pounds was taken out of my bank account this morning for the visa fee? When I got there, the only thing I received is my passport only. With the help from the embassy, they gave me an official letter as a confirmation that what they got is the passport, with no other documents. My parents and I then went to the Home Office in Croydon. The letter was my passport to get in the office unless anybody with no appointment can get in. Meeting a gentle officer, he then contacted the Sheffield office and checked whether they have received other documents which are my MA certificate, two letters from the University and my personal bank statements. Fortunately, they have received it and I was told that the officer there told him they were aware that there was something wrong with packet. I then passed my passport to the officer and they will post it to the Sheffield office. Such a case. Really strange case. But I feel so thankful that my dear passport came back to me. Thank you my angels: my housekeeper p'Uan who lets me know the news, my parents who came just in time with relaxing attitude,  a person who posted it to the embassy, all helpful officers at the Thai embassy who understood how frustrated I was, a generous officer at Home Office... all angels, thank you all energy force that drove things to happen at the right time and the right place.. I thought it wasn't right at first but finally I feel thankful and thank you my angels, both seen and unseen, I'm going to treat you well.

men / constructivism

After this exhibition, during Saturday afternoon conversation on relationship, a new crush, flirting, love, and lust at TATE cafe, my friends and I came up with the observation that men are like constructivism - like those straight lines drawn by a ruler on a canvas.

Love these insights

Psychology Today, February 2009

Insights: Navigating Wall Streets Is More of a Mind Game than Ever by Sadia Latifi

MONOPOLY MONEY

How did we enter financial freefail?

Here's one contribution. People cheat more when they aren't dealing with real money.

Abstractions - whether it's a poker chip or a stock option - make people more comfortable with fudging the rules. Start trading fancy derivatives and your morals just might come unmoored.

so true

So true about St Martins!

From 107 Charing Cross Road by Murray Healy, LOVE magazine

...This is why Kappo loves the place. 'You think it's a shitty old rundown building, freezing cold, with windows don't close properly, noise and dust, whatever. But no one is precious about this place. And because you're not precious about it, you use it...'

oh i love it

i love how Hanna Hanra beautifully describes how 1960s was like in i-D March 2009 sooo much.

"There was something happening in London, the sixties were swinging.
All along the watchtower and all down the Kings Road, the youths were marking their territory with mini's, midi's and maxi's, the contraceptive pill was making it ok to share some of the loving feeling that was in the air. No longer was being a teenager a grey area. The times, they were a changing and culture needed a poster pin up to become the face of generation."

dot to dot

I slipped in my rubber flats.
An anonymous guy smiled to me.
If we can catagoriz types of smiles, this would be what I call an assuring smile that says, 'hey, it's alright to walk and slip'.
Just two seconds, he made me feel so good.
It feels good to slip sometimes.

What if we take incidents in life as connected dots, rather than the one bold line drawn as lifetime or long term commitment to someone to make us feel good, to make us feel that we have a shelter to comfort us all the time?
What if we are happy with those dots which are the collected feel good things that we get from different people and strangers we happen to come across in one second, a week, a month, a year and there is no requirement for a life time commitment?
What if we are not overtly committed to any one and don't expect them to make us feel good, but rather jump from dot to dot and enjoy it?

Like the dot to dot I used to play when I was young.
I'm going start playing it again now.

This makes me think of Orange's recent campaign - "I Am Everyone".
Not so directly, but in a way.
If I were them, I might want to try using the dot to dot visual.

What makes me choose these brands

What makes me buy the brands I buy at Tesco, Tuna in a can and tissue rolls is the handle of the big tissue bag and the easy open end of the can.

Small things count.

As in life, sometimes we fall in love with someone for the first time by just a very small thing in their personality whether it's their accent, their pace, their movement, their gesture, their smile, or their messy hair.


Just came across a related article in New Scientist
"How Your Looks Betray Your Personality"
http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg20126957.300-how-your-looks-betray-your-personality.html

These twins made my day.

These twins made my day.
They reacted a lot to the environment, they made faces, they learned to imitate facial expression, they pointed at things, they tried to speak.
They are new to the world and they got so excited.

Let's keep our eyes young.

Life needs what's next.

My life needs something to look forward to.
Both the planned ones and the unknown.

Looking forward to meeting my new-born nephew in Thailand.
Looking forward to 1st of every month to read forecasts on www.astrologyzone.com
Looking forward to the fresh smell of new monthly magazines.
Looking forward to hearing my daddy's jokes.
Looking forward to kissing my grandma's cheeks.
Looking forward to teasing my mummy.
Looking forward to Hats: An Anthology by Stephen Jones exhibition
Looking forward to "what's next?". C'mon life, bring it on.
It's like a guessing game. Without these, the excitement and the fun is gone.

It reminds me of the quote from Vicky Cristina Barcelona - "Only unfulfilled love can be romantic". It lies more in the wanting and the guessing games in life.



Not so related thinking:
Most of us look forward to New Years and Birthdays.
The time which we celebrate and a mark of the new bright beginning.
But my dad told me that perhaps we human create all the special days such as New Years or Birthdays and celebrate it to cheat ourselves, ageing and to make us feel good about the truth that we can never avoid - we're getting older every year.

The Verse

Last night the DJ played the remix of "Gold Digger" with my favourite verse sang by Jamie Foxx being repeated
"She take my money when I'm in need".
Just this one verse that made people sing along and get movin'.

If life were a song, sometimes a favourite verse is like a favourite phase of life - one moment, one specific phase that you enjoy the most and wish it replay forever.

Love his speech

And the BAFTA goes to.... Mickey Rourke.
Love his speech!!!!!

AMAZING La Clique

The best of the best show in town.
The magic of human body.
These people brave what we understood as human limitation to objects - tennis rackets, hula hoops, puppets, etc
The passion I can feel from the flesh in front of me.
Beautifully-made, it gives the audience the thrill, laugh, excitement - to reconnect with human emotion, to feel that we can still feel. Amazingggggggggg. It reminds me of the film "The Prestige". They're playing with the real thing. And if something goes wrong, people would think it's a joke, the show must go on and that would be the scariest part of the show that nobody else knows but the artists that have to carry on.