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The Idea of Fixation/ Obession

I was having one of my random chats with a friend the other day. We had suddenly come to the conclusion that I tend to fixate on everything. Be it my job, my career path, the projection I have of my friends, the image I have for myself, a guy, ideals.... down to the most minuscules things such as the restaurant I frequent. I used to think that if I really believed in something, why do I need to be apologetic about it. But in realization on how many things I fixate upon, I am beginning to question. When the heck did this happened? It’s getting a bit out of hand....

"The critics talk of stubbornness. But you're just passionate" But what is the difference between passion and obsession?

Saying Goodbye

Sometimes I choose to immense myself in this feeling my vulnerability. This feeling of something is missing, yet you do not know what it is. It is a beautiful kind of sadness. You know that you are okay. Life will be fine even if you never find out what that missing piece is. It’s just a moment of loneliness.

A friend whom I don’t see often told me he is tired and will be leaving town for good today. We are not especially close, but I grew to feel comfortable around him. The feeling of vulnerability emerged after we parted ways. I chose not to say goodbye, thou I am not sure if we will see each other again in this city. Was it subconscious? Was it intentional? I do not have an answer. I said “I will see you around.” Maybe our paths will cross again someday, maybe not. But this uncertainty makes things hopeful. After all, our paths crossed briefly half way around the world a few years ago and now here we are bidding our farewells again. Someday….maybe….

Good Luck my dear friend. I wish you the best and only the best where ever you will be.

Olafur Eliasson

I was thinking recently, if I was to name my favorite artist. It would have to be him and Leandro Erlich.



I came across Eliasson’s work for the first time at Tate Modern a few years back. I was bewildered by how a simple gesture of yellowish-orange projection changed human behavior at the turbine gallery.



The summer of his Waterfalls in New York, was one of the best summers. The excitement of seeing the waterfalls while unintentionally taking the subway across the bridge on the way to Sonic Youth, I still remember vividly. The warm summer heat of New York, how we ended up at the waterfront promenade in Brooklyn for the 4th of July fireworks; the streets that were named after fruits; the never fulfilled promise of going back to the promenade on a non-rainy day together… It was a summer about music, art, bonds of the closest friendships, and learning about being helpless…

Mirrors and Note on Being Morbid

We claim that we are busy; busy working, playing, just living. We seldom take a break and reflect on ourselves. Sometimes even when someone tells us something about us, we refuse to listen. I have definitely been in that situation before. Thinking back, did I get angry at the person because what was said about me was actually true? Something I knew subconsciously is a character in my personality, but was just too afraid to admit… Are their words mirrors reflecting me? Or are they wrongly judging?




The rug is called “Lovers”, urethane of the average amount of blood in two people. There is something beautiful about this implied destruction. The thought of “What was once there”. Just like beauty in ruins, it provokes imaginations of stories and fantasies. It is like a love for historical sites. Walking around imagining, maybe I was a part of this in my previous life.

The World Out There

Recently I had been hit by this, the more I learn about different aspects of life; the more vulnerable I feel. I was never satisfied with the thought of settling in one place forever. Since I have left the city I have come to known as home this past spring, I realized that I had been playing around in the shallow side of the pool, thinking the deep end is the rest of the world, when in reality there is a vast sea out there. With knowledge brings desire; the desire to know more, to be inspired and to inspired. Will this hunger ever be satisfied?

I am often overwhelmed with the feeling that there is something missing in my life. I do not know what it is, I am searching for it. Will there ever be an end to the search? Will I ever want an end to this search? After all, life is about experiencing. If I ever find this missing piece will life still be worth living?

Different Like Coco

I had plans to watch Star Trek with a friend today. We got to the theater 10mins before the show to get tickets and the seats that were left were quite bad. The choices came down to the first 3 rows in front of the screen. We opted for watching something else. I wasn’t really in the mood for a chick flick at first but I figured what the heck, the movie had pretty good reviews. “Coco before Chanel” was a wonderful surprise. Coco Chanel was a modern woman ahead of her time. She knew what she wanted and is determined. Yet the movie also portrayed her to embody very feminine weaknesses. She was afraid when she decided to accept her independence in Paris. It touched my heart. I have new found admiration for her after watching the movie. I long to know more about her life and be inspired by a great woman like her.

Chanel had done some amazing branding to the masses in the past two years. I am converted after the art mobile exhibition and this biography about Coco Chanel. I know the movie isn’t related to the company but it definitely boosted the company’s image. I am in love with them now. My favorite fashion icons Coco Chanel and the most elegant Carolina Herrera.