Friday, 26 July 2013


Leather Jacket

Marijuana Necklace 

The bay area rapid transit, BART for short. Trains are always filled with a myriad of people ranging from the quirky to the funky to the kinky. Ok kinky only during the Pride Parade (pink dot equivalent) where bras and hosiery are flaunted on the outside.

We all spend a short/long amount of time on transport, public or private. Backed by convenience, if money isn't the factor, private transport reigns supreme. 

Then again, peak hours behind the wheel is perhaps the most atrocious way to waste your time away. The studious ones would probably load up audio-lessons or audio books and the likes to 'enrich' themselves on the go. What better way to kill boredom by having a boring lecture from a random educator? 

Well, at least that was what I had in mind whenever I get jammed up behind a frustratingly huge throng of cars along our puny highways. Are the roads getting smaller or are there more cars?!

But it really isn't that bad getting stuck in a jam when you're with the fancied one. EXTRA chat time provided one can hold a conversation, or just end up spoiling the impression by having awkward silences. 

Public transport is where the masses gather. You see people, come into contact with people, strangers or even familiar faces. The joy of observing (not staring) the antics of an individual(s) always makes it all the more interesting.

It could be a couple quarelling or a mother chiding a son. The endless drama that could unfold, all that for a price of one bus/train ticket. 
Though slightly more tedious than the private car, public transport does give us the advantage of time to digest our thoughts, read our book, wire up on i(insert gadget) and even some last minute mugging of notes. 

In our increasingly individualistic world, public transport may perhaps be one of the last few platforms for us to interact with the 'other person'. Simply by sharing the space, we acknowledge their existence. An affirming nod, a smile akin to that for our kindred, shaking of hands. Without this platform, all of the aforementioned would be precluded. 

Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Change, not pity

Surprising as it is, a first world country like USA would have hobos strewn along the streets, one at every corner of the block. 
Then again, perhaps it ain't much of a shock to know that as any country elevates its economic status, there will be 'collateral damage'.
Those who cannot keep up with the highly mobile workforce with 'upward mobility' will simply be left behind in this individualistic society.

The silver lining here is that amongst the countless disadvantaged, there are those like them two, putting to full use their able bodies. 
Showboating their skills of which they picked up overtime, they fully indulge themselves in their music, belting out song after song, each one of them bleeding with emotions.

The younger lad probably isn't in an economic situation as bad as the elder. Even so, honing his craft by putting himself out in the fray is just as praiseworthy!

It is not pity they need,
only 'Change'.

Thursday, 18 July 2013


Interlocked for warmth
A subconscious and outward display of introspection.

Interlocked for strength
Antiquated yet simplistic form

The conventional BGR hold as opposed to the BFF hold (where two hands are clasped together without interlocking fingers).
Strange as it sounds but when put to a test, the BGR hold does feel alot more secure and non-slip than the BFF hold. 

Even before the ancient Egyptians started with their pulleys and rollers, we have cave-people maximising whatever they could lay their hands on. Sticks, stones and rocks. The most simplistic structural arrangement of beams accurately reflects the 'Why fix something that ain't broken' saying. No screws no nuts and no fuss. Just plain ol' wedges.

This may sound like a chicken or egg conundrum, but do we influence the forms of our buildings or does the physical environment compels us to have ideas that only pegs onto the available resources?

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Back in Black(and white)


We have never really defined the objectives of this blog, but the conventional idea of a blog has always eluded me. Everyone has their own rendition so we welcome all of you with open minds and open hearts. 

Feel the photos as you deem fit and most importantly, generate your own thoughts and opinions based on whatever you feel. The only person you need to please is yourself. Let the floodgates open and receive the pangs of <insert emotion> as it flow up to your knees, your neck and ultimately submerge you within. 

The description only serves as an overture to what we feel about the photo. It is OUR own take on the photo and the emotion that we want to present to you when we took the shot. The opinions may vary as there are two heads(think siamese twins) in this brainchild of ours. 

As far as possible, we will try our best to stimulate your mind and highlight the crux of the photo with image-explicit words such as the aforementioned 'siamese twins'.

Our emotions and feelings are too intangible and volatile to be captured in still motion (like a photograph). 
That constant flux is why it makes this all the more interesting. Visit and revisit these photos and see if it can invoke a different feeling in you. 

Whatever you may be going through in your life, change is always constant. While the still image freezes the 'mood' and encapsulates it in one small frame, our minds fills in the bigger picture.

We would love to hear any comments and opinions of yours because it is through friction of ideas that generates more thoughts. Engage if you would like to be engaged. 

Last but not least,
For your viewing pleasure~

While we trod along the aisles of the airport, granted that we had free time and could thus spend time on taking as many photos as we could, there is that all encompassing mood surrounding us.

The airport witnesses departures on a frequent basis. It makes for a mood of absence, leaving a hole in my heart. 
Like the dyadic concepts of Earth and Sky, Black and White(coincidentally the overtone of our whole blog), the arrival halls of reunion fills up the absence.

I am never a big fan of departures. 

We are all beings of free will, so if given that option, would you rather not be present at the time of departure?