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NSA. PnP. Masc. Fem. Chems.

It's a world of codes, isn't it?

A world with its own private language

and its own private dialect of wants and needs.

But I think the terminology itself can be loaded you know.

For some people, the NSA thing - the no strings thing -

implies something impersonal.

Like there's no emotions

no real intimacy involved.

But some of my most intimate experiences have been with casual hook-ups.

With strangers even.

And people really have revealed some seriously surprising

and honest things to me.

And, I've made my own confessions too.

In return.

He still lives here, does he?

Who? My Dad?

Well, actually, he died just before Christmas...

Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.

That's ok.

Yeah, he'd been sick a while - he had emphysema.

It gets intense.

It's a bit like watching someone slowly drowning in their own body.

Do you know what's weird?

The whole thing made us closer.

There'd always been a kind of awkwardness

I don't know like a formalness between us.

In the last few months -

obviously, it was pretty difficult -

but there was something really nice about it too.

I'd never really realised how dark he was.

His sense of humour.

In the end though it's fucked up to say

but you end up just hoping it'll just be over quicker.

And when it does finally happen, it almost doesn't feel real

it's fucked up to say, but you feel relieved.

You feel like you can finally breathe again.

Sorry.

For what?

I don't know. For being so pill'd out of it.

You apologise alot, do you know that?

Do I?

I'm sorry.

It's nice though. Just lying here like this.

I always find that weird with Grindr. When they're like:

no kissing, no cuddling.

Do you meet alot of guys off Grindr?

I go through phases.

There was a period there when I was going with lads, three or four times a week.

You do end up with some weirdos, though.

Like older, married?

Young, old, married.

I'm a bit of a slut, what can I say?

You can sort of tell

the ones that get, creepy or aggressive.

But sometimes I'm just like: fuck it.

Some of my mates even ask me if I'm attracted to them

and I'm like...'no, not really.'

'But they're attracted to me.'

And I think that's what turns me on.

It's the knowing that they want me.

Or the being wanted, I suppose.

Where's home?

I don't know. I don't really think of Brazil as home anymore.

It's been a long time now.

When I was a kid, I lived with my Mom and my Dad

in this tiny little apartment. It was very close to a river.

One night when I was sleeping with my mum in her bed,

my Dad...he set the place on fire.

He wanted to do it, what is it - a murder suicide or something like that?

They sent him to prison after that.

My Mom she...well she died.

I only remember little bits of her now.

At the time I don't think I really understood what it all meant.

My Mom...she was gone. And so I was mourning her.

But my Dad...suddenly he was gone too.

It's kind of crazy, isn’t it?

I had to mourn both of them.

My Mom...and my Dad...the man who killed her.

They look like...little mountain ranges.

Yeah, I think it started when I was around ...13.

I guess I kind of started because...

it gave me this feeling of control.

When people did stuff...or when people hurt me...

it was like they could control how I was feeling.

But if I did it to myself, then it was, you know, it was me in control.

I used to hate them.

I used to try and cover them up and stuff all the time.

But, em, I actually kind of like them now.

They're like a reminder, I guess.

I don't know they're, they're like a map. You know.

They just show my journey.

From, you know, where I came from

to who I am now.

There's something about that calmness that comes after the sex -

and, maybe, I don't know,

the fact that you probably won't ever see each other again

that really allows you to let your guard down.

To be vulnerable with each other, I suppose.

To be honest, much more than the sex

it's these moments after that I always find myself craving.

These days, it just feels like

one big tangle of faces and names and bodies and bedrooms.

You asked me what it is about these encounters that I find so appealing?

Besides, obviously, getting to be a huge whore...

I don't know if there's one clear answer.

At one point, I might have said it's kind of - anthropological.

Like you get a glimpse into another person's inner life, for a few quick hours.

And if you'd asked me another time, though,

I might've said that it's a way to experience intimacy

without the emotional risks involved in commitment.

But I don't know.

I mean, there's different shades of loneliness, isn't there?

There's that kind of loneliness you can feel even when you're around people

like when you have good mates, a supportive family,

even when you're in a stable, seemingly healthy relationship.

Maybe it's just a way to feel close to another person

to have a little company... for a little while

..like, a little holiday from yourself...

maybe it doesn't need to be much more complicated than that.

You Cheng, are you asleep?

He has fallen asleep.

Is his door open?

Yes, it’s open.

Is this our school?

Autonomous learning class

Syu Jing Hao

Syu Jing Hao

Syu Jing Hao

I am talking to you.

Did you hear that?

Yes, teacher.

I don’t go to the eighth class.

Agreement paper?

Where is your parents’ agreement paper?

I said I am not going to go.

Why do we still need that?

It is your parents’ sign on the paper.

Not you

I am the person coming to the class.

Neither my father nor my mother

It’s me. Syu Jing Hao

Is it the attitude you talk to your teacher?

Let’s talk to the teacher.

No

Don’t be like this, okay?

No

Please

Too shameful

Why don’t you look at me?

Or you tell me

where you were when someone sneaked the video.

Turn off the tap.

Open the door.

Turn around.

Still covering?

Move away your hands.

Fuck, is that real?

You can shoot from here?

Yeah, you look at here and there.

And even the window. Is it all the same?

Shit, there is someone.

In fact, I am not afraid if they watch me.

Oh, really?

And

How do you know I am right here?

How many times have you been peeping?

What?

Are you afraid?

Afraid of you?

Nice, isn’t it?

What about you?

Look she is......

taking off her clothing.

Shit all off

Shit

Record it! Have you?

Nice, eh?

You do some exercise.

How about pants?

Pants?

Yes

They are comfortable to wear.

Comfortable, aren’t they?

Let me see how comfortable.

Fuck off

Go away

You still know you should cover.

Move your hands away.

What? What happened?

keep breathing……

keep breathing……

Breath in and let it out.

Do it again. Keep breathing......

Damn it!

I’m sorry.

Why?

I don’t know.

You haven’t done something wrong.

Can’t understand you.

I don’t understand either.

If we knew everything

Why would we need to come to school?

Right?

Since I’m alone again

I feel less and less lonely, truly.

I don’t wait by the window when he’s gone to the shop anymore.

At nights I don’t listen for his footsteps on the staircase

and I don’t sweat at night thinking I won’t fall asleep.

And when I sleep with someone, this person is indeed the first and the last,

pure desire.

I feel free at last.

Though sometimes I miss the stillness in the morning before he was awake,

waiting for him to open his eyes.

For sure, I feel more balanced,

more with my own self,

though I don’t always like her.

Sometimes I think about him like about an archetype, as if he was dead…

Besides, my mind feels much more free from the very earthly issues,

because I don’t really live.

But I’m fine about this, and quite safe,

and everything in my life begins to fall into place somehow.

Although I haven’t met myself yet

and I still look around while on the tube to see if perhaps

I am sitting two carriages away from myself,

I am beginning to understand that in fact I don’t want anything

or I want everything, and I won’t get that ever.

I even think that it’s kind of beautiful… at last.

I don’t love you anymore.

Since when?

Since now. Right now.

I won’t be lying to you. I can’t tell the truth, but it’s over.

I love you. It doesn’t matter.

Too late.

I don’t love you anymore.

Here's your truth.

Farewell.

Now you can despise me.

Just go away.

I wouldn’t ever say that to you, because I know you wouldn’t forgive me.

I would. I would. I already did.

Why are you testing me then?

- Because I’m an idiot. - Yes, you are an idiot.

I would love you. Always. Always.

But now go, please.

Don’t do this, please. Let’s talk.

We’re talking now.

Fuck off!

I’m sorry.

- You don’t understand. I didn’t want to. - Of course you did.

I love you.

Where?

What?

Where?

Where? Show me, where is this love of yours?

I… I don’t see it. I can’t touch it. I can’t feel…

But I hear, I hear only words.

Whatever you’re going to say.

Too late.

Too late.

Please, don’t do this! Just don’t!

I’ve already done it. Now go.

- You’re lying. Lying. - So what?

Who are you?

Nobody.

I don’t know.

Perhaps you should start only in whispers.

Like we’re not supposed to hear it at all.

Louder.

Wojtek, talk to him as if he were an idiot.

As if he didn’t understand a thing and you have to explain everything. Just a total idiot.

Arek, be a caricature of yourself from a couple of months ago, right?

I’m a hysterical Jula Roberts!

A Hollywood diva. I’ve a big scene to play.

And a feather boa.

Or maybe start paraphrasing the lines?

Don’t stick to it.

Use your own words.

For example, in your head you have a sentence like this "I don’t want you to move out", but you can say it with one word only.

You say :“I love”, Wojtek, and Arek answers: “You’re lying”.

You can say a whole monologue like this.

Paraphrase.

Where’s truth in this?

Yeah.

There’s no truth.

Ola, where’s truth in this?

- I’m not the person to answer that. - Why are you asking her where’s truth?

Truth, truth, truth, truth. True?

What do you need truth for?

- What do you need all this for? - Yeah.

If it isn’t for the truth?

So, shall we play a game of truth then?

You mean, I’m to keep silent?

No! I don’t love you anymore.

Arek. Maybe let it be Arek to establish the rules of the game?

- But he does it all the time. - Because I’m good in it.

Well then, start again, shall we?

I don’t love you anymore.

That’s my line.

- Do you want to say it so badly? - No.

- So what I am supposed to say? - My lines.

- Do I know you lines? - You should, then. I can prompt you.

Since when?

I don’t know your lines.

- Since now. - Since now.

- Go on. - What should I say?

Your and my lines. I’m so predictable after all.

I don’t understand.

You don’t? You don’t or you’re anxious it can be true?

I’m a bit anxious, but on the other hand we’ve already decided that I don’t love you anymore.

- Gibberish. - Yes, now it’s so melodramatic.

- I don’t know, perhaps… the director... - ...should get control over the situation?

- I’ve no control. - Exactly.

I’m not a demiurge.

One last time and a sum-up so to speak.

But you know what, it’s not really for us, but for You.

A farewell to this dialogue.

Cut.

- I’m going to be myself. - You know what, I won’t be acting as well.

I’ve come to the conclusion that somehow there’s no sense.

You ought to invent me a form. You know…

But I wanted you to be me.

- All right. But how should I be you? - I don’t know.

Oh, no… but how do you even picture it, how I’m supposed to play you?

That I’m what? Be you?

I don’t know.

I also don’t know.

But don’t be sad.

I’m not sad.

- You look as if you were going to cry. - Cry? No.

- So what’s wrong with you? - I’m being me?

You mean, you haven’t been yourself up till now?

- You’ve been faking? Acting? - No. I can’t act.

I can’t take this light anymore.

I can’t. I can’t bear this light anymore.

I can’t stand it. Nor this wind. My eyes went so sore.

Sore.

Two window exits in the front of the cabin and two door exits in the back of the cabin,

Airbus A319 - two door exits in the front and two in the back of the cabin, and two overwing window exits,

Airbus A320 - two door exits in the front and two in the back of the cabin, and four overwing window exits,

Airbus A330 - two door exits in the front and two in the back of the cabin, and four overwing window exits,

Boeing 767 - two door exits in the front and two in the back of the cabin, and an overwing window exit,

Embraer E170 - two door exits in the front and two in the back of the cabin.

Yesterday a child asked me: you’re not from Poland, ma’am?

She thought I had Asian roots.

It’s the hair.

I don’t know.

Though maybe it’s because I mumble.

But there are so many dark-haired people.

It may be a kind of eye position.

I mean, all together, it’s all connected.

My high school mate had been thinking for five years that one of my parents is Asian.

Can you imagine? Five years.

God. It was just… We’ve had such a laugh about this that it was…

I’m not sure I should say all this so seriously. Jesus.

Because I must still stay sad. Right?

After all it’s a suicide attempt.

How much time yet?

Just a few more minutes.

You know what, don’t record it yet, ok?

I’ll just go brush my hair.

Turn it off.

What are those voices like? Are they friendly, scary? Menacing?

Scary.

Scary. Are they female voices or male? Are those just words or I don’t know… Screams or whispers?

Moans.

Moans. Yeah, moans are cool. Moans, cool.

And what about those moans?

They tell me to scratch myself.

- But why? - To feel the warmth.

- Does it mean you’re cold now? - No.

- Oh, so you mean with the voices? In that situation? - Yes.

I look into my eyes through your eyes.

I touch my body with your fingers.

I run to myself on your feet.

I cut my veins with my blade,

the one I got from you as a name day present.

And who’s this, the one who runs on your feet,

with whose fingers you touch yourself?

It’s myself. It’s just, in this way I wanted to show the duality of my nature.

And what is this duality?

Well, it’s... it means that, on the one hand, I’m well-behaved

and, on the other, I’m very lost,

and I want to demonstrate my dark side through the self-injury.

And of which part of you there’s more of,

the well-mannered, satisfied…

It depends, I think the evil side was initiated by the good one.

In what sense?

Well, the evil motivates the good.

To do what?

To being good at times.

And which one do you prefer?

- In my case? - Right now.

The evil one?

Why so?

It’s more interesting.

A teacher asks little Johnny a question. ‘Little Johnny, how do you spell “sea”?’

‘Well, “s”, “e”, “a”,’ says the boy. ‘Why is it?’

‘Because it alternates, Miss.’ ‘With what does it alternate?’

‘With “an ocean”.’

Ok, let’s go back to those little cats.

If that kitty was someone you want to kiss so much. Someone who turns you on.

How would you like to approach him?

I crawl under the bed, where’s lots of dust. I’ll call him: cat, kitty-cat, kitty-pussy-cat.

I give him a string to play cat’s games with. However, he is not so easy to outwit.

I give him some milk - let him slurp away!

He’s turning his back on me and goes his way.

I call him: cat, kitty-cat, kitty-pussy-cat!

Then I pick my kitty up and even though

I find him repulsive, I chew him in my mouth.

That’ll teach him a lesson, that bad tomcat, Such a little puss.

You don’t know what’s going on.

Nobody bothers about my state, which means they have no feelings, they have no conscience.

So they’re just like some animals, right? Like

- Like some kind of biological and chemical machines, right? - Right.

So tell him to live you alone, for fuck’s sake.

To fuck off, because you can’t take it anymore.

Take your clothes off.

All of them.

I can’t bear this world.

I can’t stand this light anymore. I can’t take this light anymore, nor this wind. My eyes are so sore.

- Hi there. - Hi.

- How are things? - All right, I guess.

- I suppose you liked it, and you’d like to try some this and that? - So to speak.

Oh… You’ve got a big one.

- Maybe next time we’ll meet with your girlfriend? - Maybe…

Will you spurt?

No prob.

I am Shiba san

I am Meow chan

Not Squidward

Not Patrick Star

Two brothers

Two funbies

Bring yo friends

Go party

There is a buddy called Woody

It's a little parrot that we love and hate

It never says pika pika

Pika

Atchoo

All it does is I hate you and I love you

I hate you, I hate you

I love you, I love you

Pu li pu la la pu li pu ha ha

Pu li pu la la pu li pu ha ha

Pu li pu la la pu li pu ha ha

Pu li pu la la pu li pu ha ha

Shiba San and Meow Chan

Full moon in the sky

Reunion underground

Woof woof

Oops

Reunion on the ground

Hey kids

It's Moon Festival next week

Don't forget to look up to the moon

You will find it so big and full

Just like a family reunion

Wow! So lovely

But meow

What's wrong Meow chan?

You are an abandoned stray dog

I am a stray cat

We are both alone

Oh dear

Never mind, we are a family

I love you, I love you

But

You are a dog, and I am cat

Come on, Meow chan

Don't be so stubborn

You should learn from Woody

He always forgets the way home

But he is happy though

Could you guys sign these cards please?

I'm gonna give them away this weekend

Why so many?

I'm running out of time for my homework

Dear Bubu, please

Alright, I will do it

Guess what?

I got you another ad contract

Are you guys happy?

Meow

Woof

You guys really want to be a cat and a dog?

By the way, Bubu

Where is your dad?

Who's gonna drive you home?

Don't worry, I'm on it

Who else can sign the contract?

Why is he ghosting us all the time?

Forget it

Bubu

Let's go home together

Sure

We can practice the new move on the way

Hum

Well, sorry to trouble you this time

Nope

Thanks

I gotta have a meeting with big boss

Good luck

What time is it?

Damn it!

It's almost two o'clock. Why didn't you wake me up?

It's damn late now

Can't you just stay here?

You know my situation

I don't want to make things complex

Isn't it what you are doing now?

Whatever

I gotta leave

What do I mean to you?

What's wrong with you?

I just feel like I'm always alone

I am always here, aren't I?

You ever know this kind of feeling?

I'm all alone when I wake up

I'm all alone when on weekends

I feel like I'm trapped

The only thing I can do now is wait, wait, and wait

I am with you

But sometimes it seems I am not

Then what do you expect me to do?

You think I can stay here?

Relationship is mutual, man

If you keep being so obsessive

I can't help you

Ben

Ben Chiu, corporal squad leader of stage 2086

I am nobody now

I will be depending on you

Fine

Let me hug you a little longer. It's been really a long time

Just one month or something

That's pretty long

I'm getting wet by your sweat. You dirty rat

That was gross

What did you said?

Gross

I don't get a chance to clean my room at such short notice

Never mind. I won't score your room

By the way, how much do you pay for the rent?

Ten thousand NT dollars a month

Ten thousand NT dollars?

You can rent a house in the countryside

It's different

There's going to be an urban renewal according to my landlord

That's why the rent is cheaper

Ten thousand dollars are a real bargain you understand?

You called it a bargain?

Yep

Holy. Taipei is not a place for people like us

You got enough money to live on?

I have a part-time job in the convenience store

And sometimes working as an extra

Guess what?

I'm going for a casting tomorrow

Hope I can be hired

Wow. So full of promise

Come on!

You will make it

That's gonna be hard

I have no idea what I should do

You just finished your service. Don't fret about it

Take it easy

Take it easy

So for the time being

I will be depending on you

Depend on me? Come on!

Fuck off

Please

Stay away from me! Why are so childish after service?

That's the reason I will be depending on you

Ok you sit and eat something

Deal?

I hate you

Whacha doing?

I've got no room

I've been sleeping on my own when you left. So lonely

Stupid

I'm gonna sleep

Move your ass off

What?

Stop

Bubu, what's going on?

Dad, where are you now?

Shrimp fishing. I'm too bored

Then why didn't you take me there? I'm also bored

Alright. I will be back soon

Why you got up at such late night now?

I can't sleep

Why are you always like this?

You go sleep in my room

Quickly okay? It's scary to be alone

Got it chicken

Wanna hear a ghost story now?

I'm hanging up

Bubu my love

It's been two years. You are one year older now

Mom miss you so much. Do you miss me?

Meow

Last year when I came back

You all were wearing new clothes

This year when I visited you

You all were growing healthy and tall

Do you remember?

When the lotus seed pods are full

There aren't enough flowers but never mind

I will paint all the leaves red

Cash cow Meow chan and Home-wrecker Shiba san

Luckily nothing private was taken

Just hold a press conference and explain yourself

What do you think?

Explain what?

Howard

I know your relationship with Ben

But you got to know

What role you are playing now

There are a bunch of kids admiring you

Do you think those monster parents will spare us?

Do you think they can accept the truth that

Shiba san is a home-wrecker!?

Shiba san is the husband's lover?

The station can replace you anytime

Can we say something like

You two are just good friends. Please don't take it the wrong way

I can't

Then what are you going to say?

Do you think Ben will admit your relationship?

Sorry

For Bubu, his dad will explain to the public

That's not a big problem

You?

The big boss said you could have a long break

After you've done this episode

Howard

It's been such a long time

We are like a comrade

If you get replaced I will be sad

I know you decided on your relationship

But what about your future?

Just for this time. Think twice for yourself okay?

Hello, Ben?

What's going on with you and Ben?

Would you please explain it to me?

Why don't you speak?

Go ask Ben yourself

I'm hanging up

You two are disgusting

Good brothers?

No wonder he was hanging out with you like every day

I can't imagine what you have been doing

Why are you intruding in our family

You really want to know who intruded in whose relationship first?

Howard

Am I really dad's cash cow?

The reporters were just making up the story

What about yours?

Hot here, huh?

Howard

Can you take me to a place?

Bubu

Howard

What?

I found Woody

Where

Up there

Turn left there and you will see it

Turn left. Okay thanks

Almost there

No. 5

Bubu

Here we are

Howard

What?

Let's go home, shall we?

Don't you like to see your mom?

Not this time

Let's go

Go

No

I love you, I love you

Meow chan

What's going on with you?

Woof

Howard

Why did mom leave me behind when she went away?

Why?

Is it because she forgot me after having a new baby?

It's okay. It's okay

Mom must be missing you a lot

She must love you very much

Tell me

You spilt the beans to the magazine, right?

What do you mean? Fuck it

What the hell are you doing?

I'm fine

You know what you are doing?

My family is breaking down

Your family?

What about me?

Now the story played out like this

Is it what you want?

I don't know

I feel like I can no longer stand it

I hate what you are now. I hate what I am now

I just want to be what we were like before

How could that happen?

Do you think I can abandon Niu-Niu?

Yes. It's me that should say sorry first

But you are now destroying me and also yourself

What do you want to prove?

I just want to prove our relationship

Please stay here

Daddy, you drank again? You smell

Niu-Niu

Niu-Niu

Look, Niu-Niu!

An air plane

You see that?

Howard

Bubu

Why are you here

I want to send mom a gift on Mother's Day

You are finally over it, huh?

What about you?

Howard, can you stay with me?

Why not?

I love you, I love you, I love you

Howard, look! It's Woody

Meow

Meow

Woof

Meow

Let's go

Go

When will you be back to the shooting again?

Meow

No idea

Woof

Written and directed by Chiang Chung-chieh

Hey, sorry I'm late.

- I got something for you. - Salad?!

You can't just eat sandwiches all the time.

But they're a lot easier

for me to eat than salad.

So, how was your day?

Okay, I…

- ...went out for a spin on my chair. - Yeah?

Oh and just to let you know,

- I am going out later tonight. - Oh yeah?

- Where are you going? - To a movie.

One, two...three.

Okay, I'm off.

- Okay. - Have a good night. Okay, thanks.

Billy.

- Hi, Craig. - You're drunk.

- Is it time for my bath? - Not tonight. You're going to bed.

- No, I need my bath. - Come on.

Ready?

One, two, three.

- I like you. - I like you too.

- I think a lot about you. - Okay, Billy.

- Let go please. - Stay, please!

- Stay! - Billy, please!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, come on in!

Hi, Billy.

I'm Grace. I'll be helping you today.

Where is Craig?

I don't know. I just go where the agency sends me.

- Let me help you. - I have it.

Hi, you've reached Craig. Leave a message and I'll call you back.

Hey, Billy.

What are you doing here?

I need...

you to help me.

I don't have anybody else to ask.

One... two... three.

HOLE