equivocality — Jeff Ngan's collection of thoughts, experiences, and projects, inspired by pretty much everything
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RT @Chantal_Hackett: Please lis­ten and share my BRAND NEW cover video: “Je l’aime a mourir”: vimeo.com/71282575

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1 year, 1 month ago
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I just have to warn you that it smells like a cat in here but she doesn’t have a cat”. So begins the gross­est morn­ing ever.

1 year, 1 month ago
22 Jul 13

terminal velocity

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The jour­ney lasts an hour, by turns mov­ing and bit­ter­sweet, a mix­tape with­out a name that’s pos­si­bly the most thought­ful col­lec­tion of music any­one has ever given to me. It’s the addic­tion I’ve been wait­ing for. Proof that I can still be under­stood when a feel­ing is shared if not a history.

Yet new songs on repeat don’t define this moment, cause I can’t tell when one moment ends and the next begins any­more. There’s no sense of per­ma­nence in any­thing. I don’t know whether to be scared or relieved to know that every­thing will inevitably change.

view of Mississauga, Ontario

 

Shawn thinks I’m plum­met­ing towards rock bot­tom cause I need to prove to myself that I can pull myself out. The idea was on the very tip of my con­scious­ness, and it’s get­ting harder to deny how right he is. I’ve always been a per­son who needs to explore the lim­its of the pos­si­ble. I just won­der whether I’ll sur­vive the fall.

Me @ Twitter

Girls can’t con­sent to tick­ling when they’re drunk.

1 year, 2 months ago
15 Jul 13

the loving dominant

My rela­tion­ships func­tion best in a one-on-one con­text, when I’m giv­ing a sin­gle per­son my full atten­tion or vice versa. I see myself as the dom­i­nant most of the time. But power flows from the bot­tom up and I’m a pleaser too, so I fre­quently assume the sub­mis­sive role cause I enjoy it (need it?) so much. Knowing that I can make peo­ple happy is some­thing I thrive on.

At heart though, I’m a very dom­i­nant per­son, and I never real­ized I was miss­ing an out­let for those ten­den­cies until Shawn handed me the remote as we were about to watch Game of Thrones. He read me well enough to know that I enjoy tak­ing care of lit­tle details, and he’s even more of a pleaser than I am, so he gave me con­trol, even though I rec­og­nize that he’s the more dom­i­nant per­son1.

Over time, I’ve become the one to do the talk­ing, to decide what we do, to make the small choices that remind me I have wants and needs as much as any­one else. Shawn’s a per­son I respect, and he’s nat­u­rally “bet­ter” in the ways that are impor­tant to me, so being in con­trol when we hang out has been really ful­fill­ing. I’m get­ting bet­ter at speak­ing out about things that bother me and think­ing of myself and being stronger in general.

  1. I highly value intel­li­gence, so it’s nat­ural for me to sub­mit to more intel­li­gent peo­ple, and he’s way more intel­li­gent than me. He’s also a lot stronger of char­ac­ter. []
Me @ Twitter

Perrier is bourgeoiter.

1 year, 2 months ago
05 Jul 13

a quiet moment

I took a break from gui­tar. Not a con­scious deci­sion, just days that were busy enough that I didn’t think of pick­ing her up, which means I don’t even know how long I’d stopped. All I know is that it was long, cause I feel the strings vibrat­ing through every piece of wood that touches my body now, one of those sen­sa­tions you stop notic­ing after enough time.

I haven’t had much to say either. Nothing seems impor­tant. At the same time, I’m try­ing to move away from this social media over­load, where so many peo­ple speak only cause the power to do makes them believe they should. It’s mak­ing the gaps between my entries longer and longer, and I won­der if I’ll even­tu­ally stop writ­ing altogether.

getting dressed

 

All I have are mem­o­ries of lives I lived so long ago that I feel like I’m watch­ing them in 8mm. The friends and the lovers, the love and the hate, the cycles and the pat­terns. I’m only now sort­ing out the mean­ing of each one, maybe cause I’ve finally grown enough to under­stand myself and my rela­tion­ship with the world at large. It’s com­fort­ing to see how far I’ve come when com­par­ing the per­son I am now to each per­son I used to be.

But such progress came at the cost of my inno­cence; we aren’t always ready to learn the harder lessons, and sur­viv­ing some­times means we change in ways that pre­vent us from becom­ing the peo­ple we’re meant to be. I’m try­ing to take back that inno­cence now, cause I know my hap­pi­ness is at stake.

Me @ Twitter

Never do a Scarface impres­sion for your Cuban girlfriend.

1 year, 2 months ago
Me @ Twitter

RT @KerynR_Artist: Love your work, thankyou! (using Wu Wei) @equivocality

1 year, 3 months ago
Me @ Twitter

Shawn is spend­ing time with my crush today and I don’t know who to be jeal­ous of.

1 year, 3 months ago
Me @ Twitter

I like it when dogs like me. http://t.co/oA33cPW3lT

1 year, 3 months ago
17 Jun 13

not today

Summer has been over­cast, if not rainy. It’s great. I can keep every win­dow open, and the whole day feels like it’s a dew-soaked morn­ing on the verge of a sun­rise. It’s enough to make me believe that the real sum­mer is never coming.

girl playing cello

 

These days I’m still recov­er­ing, still learn­ing to treat myself with com­pas­sion. Sometimes it’s a blurry line between that and pro­cras­ti­na­tion. I don’t know how I feel about parts of my life, parts I never ques­tioned before, and it’s a strange uncer­tainty to be carrying.

That means I don’t know how to act around most peo­ple, some­thing I haven’t had trou­ble with since I was a kid. I’ve been avoid­ing most social con­tact, while spend­ing time with the few peo­ple who know me well enough to hurt me. Sometimes it’s like walk­ing on a tightrope, wait­ing to fall off. Everything is an exer­cise in vul­ner­a­bil­ity. Luckily, they’re the right peo­ple to help me through as well, the right peo­ple to put my trust into. This is how I learn to love again.

pugs

 

I’m learn­ing to be self­ish too, espe­cially at a time like this. I’ve real­ized how impor­tant it is to be obliged to myself, instead of con­stantly putting aside my feel­ings for the sake of oth­ers. That means under­stand­ing what I need out of my rela­tion­ships, instead of try­ing to make them what I thought they should be. Sometimes that also means mak­ing sure I spend enough time alone.

14 Jun 13

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1 year, 3 months ago
Me @ Twitter

not sham­ing myself in the base­ment get­ting drunk off tiny wines

1 year, 3 months ago