Saturday, July 10, 2010

Dear Monsieur 誠品. 博克萊,



一切就像被馬桶捲入的衛生紙團一樣, 裡面究竟是包了些什麼?

像暗流, 匿藏在陽光普照的海平面上, 外表一絲絲暖意, 裡面卻陰冷的令人窒息. 其實做人就是醬, 騙的了別人卻騙不了自己, 對外再如何的武裝, 到頭來都是空虛了心靈.

當"做自己"變得只是一個逃避責任的藉口之後, 我真的感到有些無處可逃, 那種不用顧忌別人感受的能力, 當今真的有人做得到?

平凡的幸福到底是幸福還是墮落的楔子? 誰又真正分辨的出來?

身在就連瞳孔大小都是假的世界之中, 千萬畫素的照相機真的能帶給我絲毫真實的觸感?

一切感動都可以用"FU" 來形容的時候, 我到底在追尋些什麼啊?

既然都已經選擇了吸血鬼的生活, 我的身體為什麼在陽光之下沒有像鑽石般閃閃發亮?

人到底可不可以只為自己而活, 哪本書裡面真的有這樣些答案?



Monsieur 誠品. 博克萊, 可以告訴我嗎?

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Cellular

0:07 am, that's what my watch showed when I finish the last report of the day. was just going to MSN my girl that wish her have a good night...

"zzz..." my cell phone vibrates.

With one hand lighting up my cig, the other opened the text msg.


"I said everything that I have to say, and everything that I shouldn't have, it's all up to you now..."

"What the...??"

I checked the number and that wasn't any number that I know of. However, the contents of that text seems pretty serious...

"the hell with it..."

I dialed the number with the office phone, in case it was just another con phone call.

"duduuuu...duduuuu..." a man picked up the phone.

"Hi, this is number 0919-xxx-ooo, and I guess you just send your text to the wrong person."

After I repeatedly explain to the guy that this is not the correct number he wish to text, and if it really matters, he should text again to the right person, her (I think) or him, again. I wasn't sure if he gets it, the guy was pretty hammered, and I really wanna keep this conversation as short as possible.

Anyways, I sort my things out, and get ready to the airport, the phone rang.

"Hello, Unicorn Express, and how may I help you?"

Because the nature of my business, I got calls in midnight a lot, time differences and all...

"I know I shouldn't call..." it was the drunk dude.

"Sir?"

"But I just really wanna say...umm..."

"Sir, I think we have a misunderstanding here, I..."

"I love her... I would give up my life for her..."

"Mister... I..."

"Please let her go... I beg of you..." ...

Eventually the guy stop calling, and even I didn't make the call to the drunk dude (but he did call me 3 times.) I still check with the police from the counter fraud hotline, who said the number that I provide was not listed... whatever that means, I still wish everything is ok with that dude and his girl, and even if it's a fraud, please do find a better story to keep me online, and stop calling the victims...unless you find my voice really sexy.


Counter fraud hotline

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

"Here's fifty, keep the change."

"Here's fifty, keep the change."

I like to use a wide angle/standard lens to take a shot without people noticing,
not only it gives such a "on-the-spot" kinda perception for the picture,but also
gives me the thrill of being exposed in the sense.

This old man must have been standing there for hours, selling chewing gum in
one of the most bustling district in Taipei. I am not, will not try to make this note
as cheesy as one of those 1 gallon cheese ball you get in Wallmart, after all, it
was a textbook kinda shot.

Anyways, people are passing by, I took a few frame and ready to go.then I
noticed the old man was holding a cuple box of chewing gums in his shaky hand,
paddling in whisper. People keep passing by, in the big-city-like pace.

I never knew a man can be so ignorely Invisible.

"Here's fifty, keep the change."
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FM2n
35mm
TMAX 400
HC-110, 6'00"-ish, 20°C-ish
V300

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Black & White Self-Develop























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Nikon FM2n
Nikkor 35MM F/2.8 AI-S
Kodak TMAX 400
HC-110: 6'00"-ish, 20C-ish
v300

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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自製.紙箱人 阿愣 DHL


自製.紙箱人 阿愣 FedEx

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

土匪

Marcuz



正確的事實已經不可考了, 只記得

丹媽的同事說有一隻3個月大的MIX格魯,

要給我們養.



第一次見到你的時候 滿身是蟲, 肚子種的跟湯包一樣,

顫抖地躺在灑滿剩下的滷肉飯的盒子裡面.



打了針, 上了藥, 為了要把你身上的蟲洗掉,

放滿了一整桶的稀釋消毒水...



"要浸頭摟~~~"



你窩心的並不掙扎, 乖乖的閉上了眼睛.

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現在你卻病厭厭的躺在那裡, 一如往常的皺著眉頭,

後腿去多了幾個齒孔...



"就跟你說打架要找我, 你一個人打不過那麼多隻狗"

"就跟你說別人的老婆你不要搞, 現在被咬了吧~~~"







摸著摸著 你搖搖尾巴,

又去找周公吃雞屁股了,

我還是不放過地偷玩了一下你的鼻子...

不知怎兒的想起你小時後的事...









你的故事, 等你好起來 哥哥再幫你寫.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

種種.

chill to the bone



日夜顛倒的日子持續著, 如同吸血鬼般的生活.

思緒也像我那隻光動能的手錶, 因為太久沒有光線的滋潤,

停了.



在2009年的最後一天, 一個人糊里糊塗的在辦公室大喊新年快樂.

印了張A4大小的"年"字, 就這麼一腳跨了過去.



用了10多年的打火機壞了. 店家因為保證書遺失的理由, 拒收.

連自費維修也被拒絕. 吞吐雲霧之際, 少了那份掌中的金屬冷冽感,

胸膛也少了份溫暖.



我喜歡大部分人討厭的寒冷天氣,

緊閉著嘴, 用肺的力量吸入冰冷的空氣.

鼻腔深處傳來難以忍受的刺痛,

卻為乾燥的眼睛帶來滋潤, 讓我看清.



我喜歡大部分人懼怕的黑暗寧靜,

那種八竿子摸不著邊的黑, 那種聽得見心跳的靜.

黑的像游在子宮般的安全;

靜得像倒影在湖面的月光.
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