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in silence, we rise and we fall.
20090115 - 23:27
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"The paucity of knowledge about ancient architects, combined with the limitations of the surviving literary sources, make the monuments themselves the primary source for understanding Roman architectural design. This brings into prominence the problem of how they should be interpreted, for the mute stones speak in different tongues to different people. After much soul-searching, art historical discourse is now acutely aware of its subjective nature, and the extent to which it mirrors both personal conviction and the prevailing intellectual climate.."
..aaand I am still not inspired. The improbability of agendas further conforms a less than certain Roman-ce, yet to blossom with volutes and fillets. As much as the decision of taking the subject is resolved, the impossible arrangement of classes and timetable will continue to conflict my architectural discourse. One still ponders whether the nervy pronouncement will turn to be an honourable declaration, what with the tormenting 0800-1700 count on mournday and wrecknessday. Not to mention readapting to the mundane and morbid gruelling of lethargically being idle in a classroom for as long as those very hours, the spark of hope that each of the lectures be stimulating remains pale. At least one still possesses his TGIF's, and a screw-you-farewell to the LAN's.
As for Studio, the pre-exhilaration prior to the week in mention still burns intensely. So the ice melting session was uncalled for, what more when seasoned with a pinch of intimidation by compelling 10% worth of appraisal to tally your participation. Still, exerting manual labour proves to be a well needed push from/kick in the back, although the notion of clobbering sticks and suspending balls does not belong to us. Bus jaunts out of college always churn out the moments of moments for us, accompanied with junk foods and sunglasses alike.
 Credits, fe. Attend KLPac's Open Day, people of the world.
Top it off with the equanimity of Sentul West, the humble yet satisfactory first week of sem 3.0 leaves my skin as pink as my umbrella. Let's just hope that hard times pass by as fast as time is currently passing and good times stay as long as we'd wish time would pass. For now, I shall simply suffer well..
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