It’s just me.

to the ignorant fools who blindly forward chain emails in an effort to stop the alleged cruelty of fellow mankind. if you’re one of them, be very ashamed, if ur not already a tree hugger. blame yourself for being incredibly stupid to believe in a couple of fictitiously captioned photos and then audaciously condemning the innocent for a crime that is totally unfounded. never mind if you let it known to everyone that you’re incredibly dumb by mass-forwarding the mail, but you should really stop corrupting others. rather than feeling indignant for the wrong reason, you ought to look yourself in the mirror and be woefully sorry for the consequences of your insensible spending decisions.

please enlighten yourself –> true story

haha.. i wonder how it’ll sound if this genre were still alive..

善良的人有时侯会过的更辛苦。知道为什么会那样吗？善良的好人，老天爷因为喜欢他, 想让他学到更多才这样的。。。

on the education of the architect

let him be educated, skilful with the pencil, instructed in geometry, know much history, have followed the philosophers with attention, understand music, have some knowledge of medicine, know the opinions of the jurists, and be acquainted with astronomy and the theory of the heavens.

… i think that men have no right to profess themselves architects hastily, without having climbed from boyhood the steps of these studies and thus, nursed by the knowledge of many arts and sciences, having reached the heights of the holy ground of architecture.

vitruvius,
the ten books on architecture

some people never move on.. they still look the same, as if they time traveled from the past.

have we really moved on?

i’m suddenly reminded of T’s own response during a lecture when mr fong asked, “what is delightful space?”. “a delightful space is a space with a bed”. haha. totally hilarious.

but why does the life of an architect (-ure student) have to be so difficult? it’s so extreme that, i can’t really figure why. not that i’m complaining la.. tsk. anyways i’m glad studio for sem 1 has (almost) formally come to an end, although there’s really no such thing as an end to designing. i’ve witnessed enough sunrises in these few months than in my entire life before that. now the next phase of the battle has already begun. 3 more weeks, 3 more papers to go (and a marathon after that)!

it’s 4.11am, and i’m still up. who’s to blame? i’m not thinking right now. ‘ve long lost the ability to. sleep’s creeping in. the playlist’s running..

goddammit. i hate this. i really hate you right now.