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.

god willing, there’s a break from studio! i thot this sentence in the email was beautifully written, “We have a small pause like the time space between two musical notes making each clearer and more meaningful.” it’s meaning isn’t very welcoming though!

dealing with such unexpected generosity, it’s hard to resist the temptation of just spending time doing really unhelpful things.. like, oversleeping, missing tutorial -. then i’s fingering the piano.. watched a dvd.. slept more.. slacked even more. yeah i’ve always wished for a time like this, but then, well y’know, it’s like a fella on diet, who binged, then wished he’d killed himself before he could do that. that’s how i’m feeling. i wished i have all the time in the world, but life is so meaningless without something to work for.. and then when there’s an assignment which i’m obliged to do, i procrastinate.. and drag. and drag. wth! i hate myself for this.

back then in the place where stars are bombed, there never really were any expectations. i guess the fact that i’d landed in a pretty devastated state, i didn’t really dare to aspire.. not sure if this is the reason, but certainly it showed in many of us. but look where we are now, and where we will be.. with bright futures ahead. i’m so glad to hear from eileen and marlz that they’re doing well. the future is unpredictable.. tides change.. stories twist.. well, and people really do grow out of themselves, out of who they once were. there’s really no one way to go about life, as i was preached. that’s pretty optimistic to realise. rather i should be bold, dare to dream, and perhaps do whatever i think is right to do. a reminder to stay true to my goals and convictions.

i realise sketching is therapeutic..! =)

and i realise too, that i’ve a disorder. i could be lost in situations when i ought to be natural sometimes, almost all the time, that sometimes i really think something innately human in me is missing. like, there’s always this inertia? it’s always stopping me from stepping outside, naturally as an ordinary being should, such that, i’d feel misplaced in a world that doesn’t seem to belong to me… and then be lost. it’s such a strange dilemma. why?

anyways.. i hope you’re really doing great in your new group, sp.

the sun sets, and nite falls.. or is it morning already?