equivocality — Jeff Ngan's collection of thoughts, experiences, and projects, inspired by pretty much everything
30 Mar 12

Protected: retail therapy

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29 Mar 12

Protected: waiting for deliverance

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28 Mar 12

Protected: the time to speak out is long overdue

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28 Mar 12

he was never the same

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I have a feel­ing this day will be the new divid­ing line in my life, some­thing that was pre­vi­ously pre and post-kiss, and now also a sep­a­ra­tion between who I reached out to and who I didn’t call. And, oddly enough, this song will for­ever remind me of what hap­pened, some Canadian indie-rock hit from ’94 I had on repeat the whole day.

Things are going to be dif­fer­ent now, even though nothing’s changed. I just wish I knew what that meant.

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Me @ Twitter

Saying that you’re “open-minded” does not make you open-minded. Same goes for “quirky”, “weird”, and “nerdy”.

2 years, 5 months ago
Me @ Twitter

Pretty sure the middle-aged cou­ple sit­ting next to me at Bridgehead are on their first date. Pretty exciting!

2 years, 5 months ago
Me @ Twitter

Last night I dreamt about sack­ing Strangleroot Geists to a Birthing Pod so I could put Predator Ooze on the bat­tle­field. #addic­tion

2 years, 5 months ago
Me @ Twitter

My cats have been sit­ting by the open back door all day. I won­der if they appre­ci­ate the beau­ti­ful weather as much as humans do.

2 years, 5 months ago
21 Mar 12

the other side

Lila’s been my inspi­ra­tion lately. Her pho­tos are of such rou­tine sub­jects, but every frame is more than that moment. There’s some­thing about them that exudes glam­our and inti­macy, as if her entire life was filled with cham­pagne and Channel.

I asked her what the­ory she fol­lows, what equip­ment she uses, expect­ing to learn some basic tech­nique I’ve some­how missed. Instead, she tells me she doesn’t do or use any­thing spe­cial. She doesn’t even know what she sets for expo­sure and tone, cause she always plays around and changes them for every photo she takes. A true Taoist when it comes to pho­tog­ra­phy, and a true pho­tog­ra­pher after my heart.

lila

best birth­day ever.”, “coolest guy on the block”, “he is the one”, “London, I love you”.

One of my favourite sub­jects is her perfectly-coifed, impeccably-dressed Norwegian boyfriend. Sometimes he’s just lying by the win­dow, and with his shirt off you can make out the fab­ric creases that have marked his back, reveal­ing that he’s recently turned over on the bed. It makes you won­der what’s hap­pened, or what’s about to hap­pen. These are the details she’s cho­sen to cap­ture. These things were impor­tant enough for her to pick up her cam­era. There’s such affec­tion under it all, and per­haps that’s why it’s so fas­ci­nat­ing to see how the girl looks at the guy.

It’s the same with Aurora’s old entries:

Rolf is sit­ting a few feet away from me on a Sunday night and we’re about to play Settlers Of Catan online together. He’ll wake me with a kiss in the morn­ing and we’ll drive to work together. I’m full of a tasty new sup­per that he intro­duced me to. We’ve just fucked on the floor.

Do I love him? Or do I love this? How big is the difference?

I’ve always won­dered what a per­son would say if she ever wrote about me the way Aurora wrote about him. To see a lover learn­ing and grow­ing, fig­ur­ing out their life and the world, and dis­cov­er­ing what part I play in all of that.

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Me @ Twitter

You know the inter­net is get­ting main­stream when there’s news cov­er­age of viral videos.

2 years, 5 months ago
18 Mar 12

missed connection

(I was going through some old e-mails when I found this missed con­nec­tion post I wrote years ago. Aside from get­ting in touch with the per­son I was writ­ing to, one per­son replied, “I am not her… but I read this page hop­ing that one day some­one would post some­thing this nice about me after a ran­dom smile exchanged on a street cor­ner. Well Done.” Don’t we all.)

I was walk­ing north on O’Connor around 5pm yes­ter­day, lost in a thought, when I turned the cor­ner and saw you look­ing at me.

You gave me an unin­hib­ited smile, the likes of which seemed to con­vey a strange famil­iar­ity. Like we had seen each other at an office party but were never for­mally intro­duced, so we knew of each other’s exis­tence but were too shy to be the first one to say any­thing, and rel­e­gated our com­mu­ni­ca­tion to giv­ing each other quick glances when pass­ing each other in the hall.

It made me think of this line that Emilio Estevez says in St. Elmo’s Fire:

There are sev­eral quin­tes­sen­tial moments in a man’s life: los­ing his vir­gin­ity, get­ting mar­ried, becom­ing a father, and hav­ing the right girl smile at you.

Okay, so maybe Joel Schumacher got the entire con­cept of St. Elmo’s fire wrong in the movie, and sure, Andie MacDowell’s role was as chal­leng­ing as putting but­ter on bread, but she was per­fect for it. She had a fresh face with the right amount of charm and mys­tery to be the love inter­est of the guy who played the pop­u­lar jock in The Breakfast Club, and for a moment yes­ter­day, YOU WERE THAT GIRL. If that makes me the crazy, obsessed waiter-cum-law stu­dent then so be it. At least I wasn’t the wild frat boy with a bas­tard son who couldn’t hold his life together that Rob Lowe won the Razzie for, right?

You were the girl who defined one of those four quin­tes­sen­tial moments, and it came at the right time, as I had just spent so much time curs­ing Ottawa for hav­ing such incon­sid­er­ate dri­vers and inac­ces­si­ble down­town park­ing. I was the guy you smiled at who prob­a­bly lives a lit­tle too vic­ar­i­ously through 80s coming-of-age movies cause I was never cool enough to have any “real” prob­lems, and your smile stopped me in my tracks. By the time I gained the clar­ity to turn around, all I could see was you walk­ing away, in a long black coat, black hat, with red hair.

All I need now is to lose my vir­gin­ity, get mar­ried, and become a father. Maybe you could help me with those too.

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Me @ Twitter

I’m now an expert it giv­ing pills to cats. I imag­ine this is like say­ing you’re a pro­fes­sional wolver­ine manicurist.

2 years, 5 months ago
15 Mar 12

hope springs eternal

I awoke after five min­utes — or five sec­onds — to a changed world. For a moment, I was free of feeling…love, hate, jeal­ousy. And it all felt like happiness.

—Maurice Bendrix, The End of the Affair

a fresh start

 

A fog hangs low in the streets, illu­mi­nated by the indi­rect rays of an unrisen sun, leav­ing every­thing was awash in grey instead of white.

The sea­sons are chang­ing. Winter is offi­cially over. It never recov­ers from a day like this, when the inevitabil­ity of spring can be felt on your skin, as tan­gi­ble as any snowflake or rain­drop. This is when I can look for­ward to sleep­ing with the win­dows open again, a rit­ual made only sweeter by it’s ephemerality.

And with that moist smell heavy in the air, I for­get all else.

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Me @ Twitter

When you’ve had a kitty die under a vet’s care, you make sure you give your other kitty enough kisses before leav­ing her for any procedures.

2 years, 5 months ago
Me @ Twitter

You know you’re get­ting old when some­one tells your their age and you get jealous.

2 years, 5 months ago