ascension

Ascension weekend at the pines. Pool parties, beach parties, high teas, low teas, middle teas... party party party!

things of your past

A Friday night routine of cleaning my studio apartment unexpectedly developed into a 'spring cleaning' massacre that lasted till 2am at dawn. The victims? Six full black trash bags of 'things of my past'. While i believed this outburst of desire to cleanse was partly driven by some strange therapeutic needs i apparently was trying to release, the beauty of throwing away your past also lies in rediscovering the 'things' you have forgotten. And re-appreciation the love that people have given to you before.....

the park

It is easy to forget how much Central Park has to offer to New York City. On any regular summer weekend, this green oasis is just bursting with activities. And lucky for me, i got to breeze around in my bike, took a break to watch love birds row a boat by the lake, lazed in the sun at Sheep Meadow and finally learnt to dance tango at Shakespeare Statue!

sex symbol

Am i? Have i? How did this happen? Why?But but but.....i do have half a brain?

love

I must say i feel so much more complete now. Is this what i have been missing all these years?

the pier

Finally got to spend some time alone biking and lazing at the pier this summer. It is quite an amazing day!

warm up

Young architects went environmental at my favorite summer outdoor dance event PS1 warm up party. Other than the jamming up to techno live music with the hipsters, i particularly like the exhibits at the museum this year. Especially that wall of astonishing travel photographs by some Finnish artist, each attached with worldly political narratives...

pines party 08

And the 3 of us are back again for Pines Party. Have we been wiser since then?

455 ocean

Back at 455 Ocean for the yearly rooftop pre-pines party. It was fun reminiscing the days last summer at this house lazing and sipping wine while enjoying this fabulous view of the ocean...

oquaga

Reaching for the stars while camping at Oquaga Creek State Park.

found?

Is he the one? It just seem for the last 2 weeks that i have been waiting my entire life for him to come into my life? It just seem that all the stars have aligned for once, finally. And for some reason, you just know he is the one....

lost.....

When a best friend leaves New York in pursuit of dreams, it's almost an emotional awakening. A flood of desirable memories of the good old carefree earlier New York days lingers. Tequila shots filled house parties, weekend Roxy dance nights, mindless daytime window shoppings along the avenues of Soho and Madison, impromptu jetting away to random cities for vacations...and most of all the shoulder to cry on when you need one.

Thinking back, i can't think of anyone who has single handedly help define my last five years living in New York City. And you can't help but wonder, how lucky you have been...

They say in a city like New York, people come and people go. But when a best friend leaves, you just want to hold on to those memories forever and smile when they have a moment to relive them again..

pride

Love is in the air at NYC Pride!

figment

Nothing beats spending a day of participatory art with the city's creative juices at Figment and discovering the what a gem Governors Island is!

playing the building

The splendor of forgotten space in New York. The brilliant interface of music with structure. And the jubilation of stumbling upon them in random at the Battery Maritime Building...

lil frankie's

At rocker-hood, the lower east side for some Lil Frankie's.

new jersey

A gorgeous day to be lost on the New Jersey highways on the way back from shopping at the Short Hills.

linda@italia vogue

And she is back in vogue.

sleeping beauty

At the Metropolitan Opera for some ABT.

dirty martini party

Sigh...and then it was another hot hot hot weekend of martinis at the Pines....just another regular one, you know?

six degrees white party

Getting all whitey with Abby among a sea of dressed-to-kill hotties in white at Eden rooftop.

mark&richard

Meeting Mark & Richard, an adorable newly married couple brought me a sense of hope, some instant gratification, and also a reminder that i may still have a long way to go towards blissful happiness....

Time is the essence and i will be patient.

newfest

The LGBT film festival has always been one of my favorite movie orgy fiesta in New York. I feel that it is such a privilege to experience this annual celebration of film-makers' work dedicated to our community. I must say that some tacky materials do somehow bypass the panel and show up on the screens somehow, but isn't part of the amusement to just laugh it off and have a little fun?

Tru Loved at the opening night gala started off seemingly cheesy, yet developed well into a simple sweet story about the coming out chapter we all encountered in our high school days. Mainstream, but endearingly refreshing. By the end of the film, i was all gushy over Najarra Townsend's character and how natural she is on film. What a young beautiful actress!

The Lost Coast is a much more edgy piece that revolves around the struggles of friendships, old memories and unspoken desires. Filmed around the beautiful city San Francisco, this is the type of work that will rekindle recollection of your own existence and yearnings. Your own past, your own losses and gains. Though harder to watch, It is the type of work that will hang over your head for a while.....

The next best time about the film festival? The after parties in the Chelsea clubs don't hurt either.

lincoln

A Friday evening with the Philharmonic Orchestras of Americas at Lincoln Center.

the pines part ii

Random flowers are blooming all over the Pines. And my last weekend on the island was overflowed with scattered thoughts...

On a misty chilly Saturday morning, i took a slow routinely jog along the ocean. It was no man's land, literally. Awesome nasty was i guess the way i like to describe the setting. Violent waves crashes, dreadful clouds lingers and a peculiar haze just floats around. The perfect anticipation of an upcoming storm. And here i am jogging alone on the beach with my white hoddy over my head...my body plowing against the wind..

It dawned to me the feelings i had two weeks ago seemed plain silly. We had only had moments, split moments when we hugged or when our eyes crossed when i feel an instinct to want more. Yet consistency seems absent. And most of the time, i am left confused and feeling inadequate. I have always wondered to myself why we could not have taken a step further, at least maybe a shot at something more concrete and meaningful. But if we were meant to take this step, wouldn't that already have happened a long time ago? So why should i continue in denial? Why should we only hold hands in the dark? And i realized i am entitled to so much more...So why should i feel sad?

The skies finally cleared, and an afternoon tea at Dan's house on the island turned out to be pleasant and enjoyable. Almost instant gratification. Inspiration was drawn from a newly married couple (one who is Singaporean) and fresh sparks was generated with a young artist. I am just getting into grove with mindless Fire Island socializing again. After all, isn't this what the island is for anyway? And isn't this just the right moment for it?

The next day, Fire Island is all gorgeous and all sunshine again....

the pines

We are back again. To fantasy island. And i am feeling him all over again. Just like how i felt one year ago. As he held my hand in the dark for that few seconds, i felt a rush of emotions race through my mind. Just like how i felt one year ago. And you ask yourself, why it has to be so complicated? While the logical response is to try to suppress these feelings, maybe some feelings will never go away....

flowers

Flower market at Union Square.

all by myself

My thighs are cramping up, overly exhausted after a long day of runs after runs on the snow capped mountains. I had to stop, but i am all the way up on the peak of Whistler. I looked up to the dark clouds gathering and felt the blowing snow pelting down on my jacket as the last riders descend down their last run for the day. I was cold, and can barely see much in this blizzard. As i sat down on the powder and attempted to massage the pain away, i realized i am all by myself. I never felt more alone and it is a scary feeling.

murakami

Murakami at the Brooklyn Museum.

cherry blossoms

It's the time of the year when the cherry trees at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens are in full bloom again!