shun the nonbeliever.

i'm the greatest man that ever lived.

2010-02-15T00:46:00.002+08:00

I cannot relate anymore. My questions brought answers that brought more questions. Until I find my closure, this site will stay abandoned. Till then or never.

good feeling, won't you stay with me just a little longer.

2010-01-02T00:40:00.004+08:00

"It's official. I'm in love with Summer." And I will forever be lost in those eyes.

Forgiveness. To conclude a resentment, an indignation. Forgiveness is often requested, yet more often rejected than accepted. Of late, I've been finding myself quite frequently in the position of the forgiver, whereby the forgivees were never actually at fault, not at least, at the end of the day. I find myself thoroughly uncomfortable in circumstances of wrongdoings, circumstances in which the fault is almost never on one side of the fence, and almost never correctly blamed. Perhaps the conclusion of the year brings upon the closure of past resentments and misunderstandings. How it seems that 2009 was a year to forgive, one that should perhaps be left behind, but never one to forget. May the new year prevent the need for forgiveness to be requested.

kill me if you dare, hold my head up everywhere.

2009-12-19T23:43:00.001+08:00

"An experimental venture in designing spaces whereby a basic, unsophisticated folding technique is arithmetically repeated in forming complex geometric patterns. The interest is to confer an impression of individual polyhedron structures throught the expression of multiplicity in the folded polygons. The folded geometry becomes a a rigid space structure constructed from interlocking struts in a statistical pattern and manner, remaining consistent throughout the building's tectonic."

I looked forward to this only to look back at it. This project will forever remain to me as one that is finished but never complete. Compromises had to be made in the interest of time and frustration, all in which pointing towards a lackluster product of a so called building. Paper folding was such an uncharted territory that every direction I took seemed to lead me to the same ending, in which I did not like. What I foreseen was not to be seen, what I presumed was never resumed. "This is so not what I wanted to do."

So I've been working at an architectural firm near Ampang Park for the past 3 weeks. Had to begin my internship during this break due to certain undesired arrangements predecided for me, though I must say that the experience in a whole has been motivating so far. The range of my labour has been pretty extensive, which is what I am looking for in terms of how an internship should be. I am not made to be a kuli (though I have been directed to dust models & rearrange catalogues), neither am I made responsible in making decisions regarding the design of a project (though I have been given the freedom to alter a 3d model to how I see fit).

The scope of work of the firm is impressive, the manner and system in which they work is one to be observed as well. An office of 10 staff strong, all in which are architects in their own rights. What might be presumed of a firm having an established draftsman, a skilled model maker, and a godlike 3d renderer is not exactly as it seems. Instead of sharing the work based on skill, work is divided based on projects. As such, 2employees would be in charge of a particular project, doing the CADs, Sketchups, working drawings, & renderings all by themselves. Being an intern in an office of such a size is rather satisfying too, makes you feel less insignificant compared to if you are working in a firm consisting of 70employees and you are the sadness of the intern getting the peanuts of pays. I guess the only downside of it all is the fact that I have to take the public transport. No offence to those who do, but a journey where most of the time you have to be stuffed in a carriage full of rude msians is not exactly one that can be tolerated.

As if I have not enough preoccupations, anxieties and concerns have never been so taxing. Over the past week I have achieved much more than I thought I would during my time in college. Yet I only can see the bad in all that's good, and the mistakes in all that's succeeded. I dislike how I got here, and how I'm expected to be and react. I hate how I must redefine my principles and indirectly give cause for concerns to those who concern of me. And I loathe how my friendships had to come into play when instead, obligations of others should have been present.

As a result, others have to pay for my faults in judgements, and the debt seems to be increasing by the second. What makes it even more pathetic is that all I can do is sit n watch whilst I watch others repair my own mistakes. I has to flippin stoop to the absolute lowest of valleys in the eyes of my friends, while to the eyes of others, it seems as if I'm taking advantage of them. Dammit I hate the perception, and I hate the seemingly inevitable outcome. I don't want to loop my tongue n twist my stories anymore. I want to be an architect, not a blardy politician.

forget about your house of cards.

2009-11-29T22:57:00.002+08:00

The intention was clear from start. We knew that everyone wanted to impress, to have the wow factor. But I didn't want to animate in technicality, or perhaps was to noob to do so. Everyone seem to had an idea of flying walls, everyone wanted to do floating slabs, but if you don't offer more than what's already been offered, what's the point in having the same approach as everyone else. So I did it somewhat different. I searched to put more feel, I searched to stylize. The purpose of the aimation was to sell, and to sell we needed to add flavour. Sort of a trailer, so to speak. So you sorta learn a little from opening sequences, trailers, closing scenes from movies, to have a more cinematic approach but still clinging to the architectural context of the presentation. Little details like a ticking clock and a turning fan may be minor in thought but adds so much more depth to the visual. And of course, a killer soundtrack to heighten the senses. The Smashing Pumpkins at their very best.

my paper heart will bleed.

2009-11-07T20:05:00.004+08:00

FARKKKKKKKKKK. Everything has been done beforee.

"First and third-year students from Tom Emerson (of practice 6a) and Max Beckenbauer’s Studio 2 from the Department of Architecture at The University of Cambridge designed this cardboard structure for a banquet on the 23 October to celebrate the new term"
- ARPlus

Cambridge, I am impressed.

Life's a big joke.

on the corner of main street.

2009-10-22T17:08:00.003+08:00

Things you might not know about Japan.

1. Everything moves faster. From the people, the cars, time, to the very way they talk.

2. Japanese Japanese food tastes exactly the same as Malaysian Japanese food. You have the typical udon, archetypal sashimis, standard wasabis, and the rather distinctive salmons. Perhaps it was due to the fact that our meals were provided for and predetermined by the tour guide, they must've taken some package deal with discounted rates or wad not. Still, I wouldn't judge the favour to either side, considering we had more than sufficient with bbq buffets for two nights. Except for the rather costly ramen we had on our own expense. Worth every yen tho.

3. The people there are very environmental friendly. They cycle by the numbers, have smoking stations. Recycle stations everywhere to be seen, rubbish bins impossible to locate. They literally make you think before you dispose. Which bin to choose, decisions, decisions...

4. Vending machines are as abundant as the manga there. They vend everything from drinks, snacks, cigarettes to iPods, and can be found even on the way up to Mt. Fuji amongst the trees. They're everywhereeeeee.

5. The sulphur dioxide emitted from the active volcanoes are unbearable. Okay, exaggerating a little, but by no means is it delightful. They should have warning signs on how bad they smell instead.

Near the summit, eggs which are boiled in the heat of the foul sulphur pond are sold. The shell turns black, and apparently each egg you eat extends your life by 7 years. Indirectly, 100yen=rm3.80=7years. Not that bad a deal to me.

6. Japanese birds have funny names.

7. The spectacular views they proclaim of and from Mt. Fuji are exactly as they deem. Literally breathtaking, in addition to the fact that it was exceptionally chilly at more than 2km above sea level. Pictures do absolutely no justice.

8. Tatami mats aren't as comfy as they're cool. We slept on em the first night at this traditional Japanese style kinda lodging. No doubt it's better than the usual concrete floor, but nothing beats the comfort of a thick mattress.

9. Yukata's however, are comfy.! Instead of the customary bathrobes, the hotels there provide yukata's for your wearing pleasure. Brings out the inner samurai hidden beneath you, or geisha, depending on your proclivity. Rather difficult when it comes to eating tho, the sleeves always gets in the way.

10. Onsen's are hot. To the unfamiliar, onsen is a term coined for hot springs. The inn we stayed in the first night offer such a service, with warm geothermally heated springs located in the outdoors. Yes, it was a public bath. No, swimsuits are not allowed whatsoever. Yes, in the bare nude. Yes, I went for it. The very last 15minutes of it's opening hours, haha. Sadly, I didn't have the viewing pleasure nor the experience of the image shown above, rather the awkwardness of gazing into another man's

11. Needless to say, the architecture there is transcendent. Not just to the naked eye, the craft and technique implemented quite simply should be acknowledged. The typology of a shopping precinct is impressively redefined, or perhaps the way it should be defined. Streets replacing malls, outlets develop vertically instead of horizontally. A different shopping experience, one that can only be in countries with such low temperatures, at the end of the day.

I has touched the concrete of Ando. 21-21 Design Sight, Tokyo Midtown.

The glass of Herzog. Prada Epicentre, Omotesando.

Tokyo International Forum.

Fuji TV Head Office Building.

Yokohama Landmark Tower.

12. Petrol pumps in petrol stations are hung from the ceiling. I'm presuming it's an effort to save space and construction. Makes sense somehow. Didn't really see it function though, might be difficult for the vertically-challenged. Heh, heh.

13. Their bathrooms are small. From the bathtub to the very seat of the toilet bowl. IT'S NOT JUST ME.

14. They have spiral escalators. Leave it to the Japanese to design shyts like these. Epic coolness.

15. The macha ice cream there tastes so much sweeter. What with girls like these serving you whilst breaking out into a song as they prepare your order. Mmmm..

16. The Japanese transported the Statue of Liberty to Tokyo as part of their treaty in yielding to the Allies during the end of WW2. Lol.

17. Kacang sakti.! Dragon Ball is apparently still a hit amongst the Japanese otakus, as are other notable Japanese animations.

Hello Kitties.

Pokecenter.! Where's Nurse Joy.?

18. Foreign tourists are subjected to massive Japanese pensive syndrome upon departure.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to visit notorious places of worthy in Japan such as Harajuku & Akihabara. Fortunately, it gives me an excuse to return.

this is the way it should be, for lovers.

2009-10-09T21:59:00.004+08:00

Something I happened to stumble upon which although recently built, carries much nostalgia with it etched in my memory. And Jason's. And Su's. And Justin's.

Familiar.?

So is this pavillion, rite

Wait a minute, could it be..

O yes, the lines confirmed it. Welcome back to sem1 design comm.!

You have no idea how much this building has influenced us. Educationally, and tormentingly.

It intrigued me to hell back then why the balustrades on paper weren't parallel. Was it a photostating error.? The fault of my protractor.? Now I know. It simply isn't. -.-.

Ironic how this comes to haunt me today. In the midst of Maxx which is pretty much the digital equivalent to the inking and backaches of manual drafting, I realise my laptop cannot render the uncomprehensible size of my supreme maxfile. Waddabitch.

Forget a year, what a difference a week makes. Bringmebacktotokyogoddamit.!

can you meet me halfway.

2009-09-28T16:14:00.004+08:00

So this is Fergie.

Tho I didn't have the luxury of owning nor smuggling in a camera of a higher resolution, nor was I the lucky few who gets to be groped by lady and manly humps a.k.a the best seat in the house, I was considerably near the stage and managed to get quite a view from the concert (no doubt, I still had no personal space). The energy was high and it never did die throughout the night, just prolonged dip in the degree of AWESOMENESS thanks to the unnecessary and uncomprehensible rapping. Albeit the insignificant rhymes, the wait was well worth it from the get go. Will.i.am was killer dropping the beat and spinning the tracks (wooohooo.! song no.2, for you), apl was working the stage, Taboo working himself up. Fergie however sounded more nasal than ever, serious case of high pitch. She scored a perfect 10 on the high notes, but fell flat during the rest of the songs, char kwey teowed. No doubt, it was one hellauvagoodgoodnite.

I depart to tokyo in a matter of hours, in a more than desperate attempt to get away from all the things that tie me down here. Sayonara responsibility, tasks, and duties. I'll definitely be thanking you much, Mr. Roboto. It's gonna be legend-... wait for it... and I hope you're not lactose intolerant because the second half of that word is DAIRY!

Haha, and it took me this long to finally catch Barney in action. Excuse the AWESOME humour.!

i got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match.

2009-09-22T17:48:00.002+08:00

Though not a fool, one becomes too often a subject of ridicule. In obliging to conformity and conventionality, we effortlessly tend to pass judgements harshly and hastily. Call it intuition or simply human nature, we habitually become objects of spite through our sight and like. Rather repulsive, neither is it attractive, but it is inexplicably inherent in all of us. One can so easily become supple and yeilding, compliant and completely willing. What wouldn't one do to simply please and be well-liked.?

Ergo, said of may change their hue with ease, at will, another one of the many that can so easily be bribed by the pressure of the majority. Revolting how one's tongue can curl and twist, and spit words of deception without a risk, another cruel excuse and disguise for a semblance of a bitch.

If only you take a minute. Sit patiently still. If only you mellow and wait, mimic the foliage mimic the wind. If only you stop seeing what you want to see, but see what is there to see.

A box with a twist. Mirroring the mirror effect. The absolute chamwhore experience. I could go on and on with the puns but I shall save you the bother. This here is simply one of the various consignments which has confined me to some solid work of labour for quite a stretch. Point of worthy, I Maxed this myself, with pieces of pointers here and there. The laptop has not died, which is astounding, yet I still can't quite comprehend to why my 3dsfile is worth 100mb (I have not applied materials, unlike some people).

Farewells are aplenty this month, their company are and has always been sorely missed. Fatigue has taken a toll on me and I continue to indolently mellow and brood as if everyday's a monday. On that note, I cannot stress on the fantastic timing that is of the raya break to me, even as it may only be a sole week. I gotta feeeling the tone of things are gonna be much more frenetic in the days to come, woot.

i can feel this narcolepsy slide into another nightmare.

2009-09-08T23:12:00.003+08:00

The inconceivable has been conceived.

"The Walt Disney empire is to buy the superheroes stable Marvel Entertainment for $4bn (£2.5bn) in a star-studded Hollywood deal that unites family names such as Mickey Mouse with lucrative characters including Spider-Man, the Incredible Hulk and the X-Men. Disney hopes to put Marvel's 5,000 characters to work on its television channels and in video games, theme parks and movies. The agreed takeover is for a mixture of cash and stock, with Disney shares accounting for roughly 40% of the buyout price."

Oh, but it doesn't end there.

"Megan Fox has signed up to play Catwoman in the next 'Batman' movie. The "Transformers" star is set to follow in the footsteps of Michelle Pfeiffer and Halle Berry in donning the skintight catsuit."

Ledgar was doubted, but exceeded expectations. To say that Fox is a doubtful choice would simply be an understatement, rumour or not. In Nolan, I trust, but seriously, yougottabekiddingme.

twice as much ain't twice as good.

2009-08-28T00:23:00.003+08:00

Yaaaaaaaww...

...aawwwwwwnn.

Lol. Yang you damn paparazzi. Hope you don mind me posting em pics.

I hate the jungle. Never did like em. It's as if the idea of it all defines the absolute antonym of me. The dirt, the green, the torrid sun, the mozzies, the creepy crawlies. All in which causes itchyness, sweatyness, smellyness, tiredness, grumpyness, n a whole lotta swearing. Such a dense climate of wilderness, uncertainties and simply uncultivated situations which would mean remorse for a city kid like me, contradictively shallow and dense all at the same time. How can I possibly survive the ordeal of being there for 2 nights. I hated the jungle. Cos well, I've never actually been in the jungle. Then the trip came along.

I adore the jungle.! Has been liking em since two weeks ago. It's as if the idea of it all defines the absolute synonym of me. The chilly green, which sheds the torrid sun, the non-existent mozzies, the creepy yet captivating crawlies. All in which causes carefree-ness, breezyness, excitedness, eagerness, adventureness, n still a whole lotta swearing. Such a dense climate of wilderness, uncertainties and simply uncultivated situations which would mean delight for a spontaneous kid like me, contradictively deep and lucid all at the same time.

One might loathe since there is absolutely no cellphone line (tho there's astro, the power of the satellite) in the area, but it was rather a relief being disconnected. No need to put concern about received messages or missed calls, checking the inbox for mails or facebook for new quizzes, not even how much money is left in your wallet. It's been awhile since I was able to stride without the baggage of keys, phone, and wallet strapping my thighs, or even the harmless periodic touching of my sides to check whether I dropped or misplaced any of the said baggage.

spotted a sasquatch there.

In all theatricity, thankgawddd there wasn't much mosquitoes, if not any. I barely had one or two pink spots hideously appearing on my arms or legs, which was a pleasant surprise (possibly due to the fogging). It was as if the sheer exoticness of the creepy crawlies there owned the abysmal existence of the mozzies. Picture an ant outsizing my thumb, beat that maddening mozzies. And the iciness of the chilliness of the mother of all cold showers. Utterly sadistic masochistic.

And so we hiked, and so we rode, and so on and so forth. The trip was a good surprise lah, rather enlightening for me. I suppose it's the experience you get and the wisdom you claim you earned from the whole ordeal. It's not like it made me go live in a cave and only survive on wildberries and tembeling river's water, simply a matter of understanding and living through the circumstances of which is said and done.

View from the peak.

Lol, excuse my humour.

As for the eggcordion, it was sadly rather disappointing. It's not like the design sarkedcork, for jerking out loud the damned thing was an eggrection. No way am I to conclude that there was no effort put into it, seems as though I just can't seem to find the words to explain it. Would be rather blatant of me if I were to say it simply didn't work, that would unreservedly be unjustified. Maybe I'm just too fixated to find something to blame. Or maybe I should be looking for a reason rather than something to blame.

holyshyt.

by a freakin hairline.

I should prolly just giftwrap the damned shyt (which I did) with a screwyou ribbon to the dusty lands of 'let it go & leave it behind'. Whole project was rather inept and redundant as well, donchyallthink. I still don't know what we're intended to learn from it, though I won't go to the extent of declaring that I've learned absolutely nothing from it. Sigh, I know it's too soon to say this too, but I kinda prefer studioone.

Step up, kijun. Like a man.

free fallin', fallin'

2009-08-14T15:36:00.003+08:00

It is all a matter of protection. To instill the idea of a sanctuary, a haven. We all find solace in places as such that have been nurtured with much thought, care and love. Peculiar isn't it, how we only expose and unveil our uncertainties in moments and individuals which are of the complete opposite; of trust and certainty. We thoughtlessly become the epitome of insecurities, in the confidence and security of our safekeeping.

Our idea of a sanctuary, a haven. It is only then that we have the belief that we will survive, that we will endure. That we can overcome the outcome of our comings. That we can assume the fracture and fragments of our fall. Only then can we let go.

As we embrace the fall. Eggspect the uneggspected.

nothing works like you.

2009-08-02T21:57:00.002+08:00

Dang it. Missed the show. Pun intended. But I needed the timeout and actually spend time home. Need more timeon though for physical activity, much much more. Feels and felt as if I was preoccupied with lots during the week, but when I look back and front it didn't seem thaat much. We has the torture chamber so that's that, for now. Week one wasn't that bad. Workload isn't that much. Why else do I feel like there's so much that I've done and that's left to be done.? Maybe it's just me.

Lol, I can play as good as the guitarist.

everyday i wake up and it's monday

2009-07-25T16:58:00.006+08:00

"Grab the opportunity while you still can."

"Don't let the chance pass you by."

"You not going for it?

Why not?

Do only la."

"Backside, later regret."

We all have our beliefs and hold on strong to our personal principles, not to mention convictions. I'm not preaching verses from books of inspiration, nor am I advocating practices for a lifelong/after-life/no life spiritual fulfillment. Those are just a few of my points for persuassion in battling my inner angel and demon on my shoulders. Or were. I can't tell for sure now. It's times like these where I doubt and second guess myself when I am usually unyielding. I don't seem to be 'rewarded', if you may, as I might have been before. Gratification become less apparent than before, any sense of delight dawns too soon before I can go hell yeah. Seemingly so, satisfaction strings to a sad song sauced with a sad sense of satire.

It is not the past I dwell, nor the future I swell. It cannot be a measure of guilt, of that I am sure. Regret? Bah. I for one do not do regrets, and the thought of that particular statement being enlisted above amongst the uncertainties of poor me remains, thankfully, unthinkable. Or maybe it's simply me being me seeing what I not want to see rather than seeing what I should be seeing that is simply there to see.

What I see for sure is the imminent adversities and uncertainties that shrouds and surrounds me come this term and the term after. In sheer irony and cynicism, I find myself in this very peculiar spot of what we term as a very bad joke due to no other than the very actions and inactions of yours truly. My very words have come to bite me smack right at the ass and, figuratively, the bite marks are very much apparent to others. Running along that same vein of irony, time which has always been my worst enemy now becomes my very best friend forever. And as I take comfort on the shoulders of a once bitter foe, I must ultimately rely on myself to get me thru the absolute shytness of my words. Oh and did I mention, college starts in two days.

CAD2, please be kind to me. And I wanTOkyo.

why, bleeding is breathing

2009-07-13T22:49:00.004+08:00

"A work of art, is not a living thing, that walks or runs. But the making of a life. That which gives you a reaction. To some it is the wonder of Man's Fingers. To some it is the wonder of the Mind. To some it is the wonder of Technique. And to some it is how Real it is. To some, how Transcendent it is. Like the 5th Symphony it presents itself with a feeling that you know it, if you have heard it once. And you look for it, and though you know it you must hear it again. Though you know it you must see it again. Truly a work of Art is one that tells us, that Nature cannot make what man can make."

- Louis I. Kahn

That in itself initiates a lifelong's worth of pondering.

Whilst the haze is setting off a whole lotta *$!*^#*&*%#^!!!! in me. Blow wind, blowwwww.

i'm starting with the man in the mirror.

2009-07-07T22:54:00.000+08:00

Or so they say. The conference was rather enlightening as they all should be. It's truly a humbling experience whenever practicing architects speak of their ideas and work. Whether or not you agree and glofiry their sentiments does not matter, one still appreciates the virtue and shyt that they convey. Point worthy of taking note: a good speaker does not necessarily represent a good architect. Nor good architecture. Expecting another Bjarke this year was also rather naive I guess. As a BIG fan, lol, this year's line up of 10 was rather weak compared to last year's. Nonetheless, 5, or 6 of them rather, did intrigue me enough to google and find out more about their works.

Howeler + Yoon Architecture. Young American couple who have a thing for glow in the dark sticks, lol. Jokes aside, I prefer their smaller scale projects compared to their architectural designs.

You'd be surprised to learn more from a 2 day convention than a year's work in college. It's not to say that these speakers give you notes and books to memorize and learn by rote, it's the stimulation and controversy that is provoked within you. If I were to expect answers and solutions fed to me, I'd end up very much disappointed and stupefied. And I guess it pertains to everything to a certain extent. I have this tendency to google n wiki like nobody's business after watching a movie or show. The idea is not to search for your answers, but to deduce your own. One with reason and amazing architectural bullshyt.

junya.ishigami+associates. His projects definitely speaks louder than his words. Check out the human scale in his balloon project, made of aluminium yet freakin floating. omggungho.

3mm thick table. Nuff said.

The idea of basic design debated was a perplexing one for me. At first, I didn't and still do not fully grasp nor comprehend the term. I don't believe that it stands for a distinct philosophy or decree that we should or should not choose to follow. Innit more of a perception, a vogue or fad, a certain trend in not only architecture but design, extensively. How do you separate basic to complex design in the first place.?

MVRDV. I speak een Dutch arckcent yarr. Very Bjarke in terms of both their manipulation and stacking of volumes.

Theme aside, (or maybe it's related, I can't tell for sure), Winy Maas made a really good point in his talk I felt, questioning human's greed intelligently, while I sighed pessimistically in accordance. The issues of our local building and construction remains also in question. I remember questioning the question in question in last year's conference as well. Architecture overseas demean our architecture so much, in perspective. Clients want value for money, fair enough. But sadly there's this misconception that value for money means no space is wasted, which means each squarefoot in their land is concrete and artificially built, which means the box, which means no architectural voids, which means all our buildings look the same, rather than getting your money's worth for the design as a whole. Stubborn architects who disagree then refuse and refute archetypal clients as such, and then accordingly get the finger and the sacking soon after. Compliant architects however oblige and design as we see. They get the job, whilst the stubborn ones don't; the richer get richer, the poorer get poorer.

standardarchitecture. Looks like a monk and Hong Kong gangster yet speaks like Singaporean scholar all at the same time. Contemporary Chinese architecture at it's best, I feel.

On top of that, another set of clients with deep pockets emerge as well. Those that want their beach to be airconditioned. Ridiculous.? Maybe. But they can and who are we to stop them. Needless to be say, losta zeroes must be encrypted in the paycheque for the architects involved in these kinda projects. Rather foolish to reject, innit. Would you say no.? There's a good chance I won't.

MTA. This one I like alot. Very Kahn in her design. Seems much more conscious about her design and yes, highly phenomenological.

Who am I to say this architecture is wrong, but after a year n a half's study and torture, this is not the architecture I know nor I like. And of course, politics and social ethics come to play. Who are we to accuse the compliant ones to be money hungry. The bills have to be paid rite.? An archictect is a profession first and foremost. It's the same situation on how global warming is being perceived, donchathink. How everyone is aware of it yet nothing but the absolute minimum is being done at the moment. How we're so ignorant and conservative about the rising temperatures and sea levels, considering how it doesn't directly bites back at us, when indirectly we're figuratively biting each others asses. Aren't you ashamed of how narrow-minded we can be.? I am. Indeed Mr. Churchill, our buildings shape us.

so please don't stay in touch.

2009-06-29T01:01:00.001+08:00

"And thus, the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Little did he know that whilst this path he strides on is one in which he solemnly sheperds in the name of charity and good will, it is the path itself that becomes the lie, the path that is chosen by him and him himself, his screwed up righteous self. What was the praise is now the blaspheme, the devoted now the departed, as our raconteur winds up to be the one and only thing he strived and stridden not to be: irrelevant."

Song is getting to my head, so excuse me if I go on a vulgar lyrical jingle. Lol.

maybe, i need to see the daylight.

2009-06-24T00:57:00.000+08:00

Woot, apparently the amazing swine flu a.k.a. the A (H1N1) influenza has infected my high school, which is in close proximity to my residence. Classes ordered to be stopped as a student is confirmed with the virus, in fear of further infection. Home quarantine, they say, but would that prevent the spread.? Local transmissions on the go, brother to brother, son to father, father to uncle, uncle to Jack next door, there is no stopping it. Only a matter of time before 99.9% of the world is infected, I say...

whilst the rest of the population will suffer and respawn as infected, living zombies, comprising of pouncing rapists, obese bulimics who can vomit at will, and oversized gym buffs who are impossible to stop.!!!

Ah chooooo.! Influenza for youuu....

I am definitely infected already. This is what prepping for pam camp gave me.

baby, i've been here before.

2009-06-15T21:42:00.000+08:00

Ooo ale, ooo ale, ole ole ole, chewbacca chiku chiku choo choo choo ilovechihuahua.

And my holidays unofficially begins just after I've received my results. Talk about timing. But after all that's said n done, I have to admit all the time spent prepping for the workshop was well worth it. The experience was enlightening, to say the least, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself throughout the 5days, with the company of the other 22.

PAM camp is an annual architectural workshop held every year doing architectural shyts with the usual bonding-berbonding and cheer-as-loud-as-you-can-for-your-group mumbo jumbo which we do during camps, minus the campfire. Sounds awesome on paper, which was to why I was the eagernessss; seniors telling grandpa stories of how they had a life-changing experience (to say the most) during last year's workshop in Penang. So we got the shah alam this year, which pretty much sums up everything, forlornly.

I'm usually the first to complain bout these kinda shyts; I may be pampered but I'm certainly not spoiled, but I certainly didn't feel welcomed as a guest there. I've been going on posts to mention how important presentations n impressions are, and seems as tho I am left to make a fuss again. Yes, I commend them being friendly and ever ready to be approached, but it's the little things that makes the bigger statement. Would you feel welcomed if you are invited to a foreign place where they prepare a simple mattress (minus the sheets n pillow) for your slumber fiesta, a shower with a pressure too measly to wash a fly, food which would be turned down even when you're famished. I could go on n on, but I simply find it disrespectful, and that being hosts, one might go the extra mile to ensure that your guests are being treated with a certain regard to being taken care of. Mozzy bites as souvenirs, thankyouverymuch.

Being bred n educated in a government school, I certainly didn't expect to feel estranged there. No doubt the majority of the people are from public/government institutions. But one can't help to feel that sense of inferiorness and intimidation towards those from private establishments, yours truly. Again, it's the little things; chants along the lines of busuk and timon (amongst others) being thrown at during occasions along the itinerary such as a formal speech by the president himself speaking of worthy shyts like zumthors and murcutts, rather suggestive whistles and noises during female-oriented performances. Rather uncivilized, doncha think, considering again, us being guests at a foreign place.

With all that going on (including performance prep), my mood memang bo-song la during the first few days. But I soon n gradually took it easy a little. Heck, this was supposed to be my penang, I wanted to hang loose n just have fun. And fun, I had. Cos at the end of the day, once you get to know these people, they're not so different from us, individually. They are archeeteks in the makings, we go thru the same shyts, we sleep (or rather don't sleep at all) in studios, so it was great in terms of learning n comparing how other institutions learn their bullshyt. Mind you, was I flabbergasted at their workmanship, slicing thru bamboos as if they were paper. I do, on the other hand, take pride in the fact where we excel in our verbal, but certainly hope that the impression we left towards them was more than just the exceptional use of our tongue.

Most importantly tho, and probably the only thing that mattered to me during the camp was that the performance was a success. And mygawd, I can never be more thankful that it did. I can never be more fortunate in having the pleasure of working with probably the most willing and giving mates sabd has to offer. Intimidated I was, by the first night of repertoires. It may not show, but I was shytting rocks and peeing in my ridiculously sweaty pants in anticipation for our turn the very next night. I humbly admit and apologize that I may have been guilty of delaying certain matters which if confirmed earlier, would have made our night very very much easier. But in my defence, I am glad that all the decisions that I personally and we as a group made turned out to be for the very best, and that everything (but the pavilion roof) fell into its place.

So I applaud and respect each n everyone who lend a hand and more in making the performance the hit it was, I bow in grattitude for those who cheered louder than I ever had heard them talk. We may be no. 3 but all I perceive is a well deserved no. 1. We are Taylor's.

Polaroids are making a comeback.

doing the right thing seems to leave me being wrong all the time.

2009-06-06T22:47:00.000+08:00

Oops, she did it again.

The Zaha continues her venture in footwear with this collaboration with Lacoste. Shun, if this does not leave you screeching "fuglyyyyy...". I like the tactility of the grids, but loathe the curves.

Who am I to judge anyhow. Any of her work at least. Wish me well for the coming week btw. I shall be away residing on the unfamiliar grounds of UiTM, to compare and constructively criticise the rather critical living conditions conceived by the superior. And may there please be tissue paper. No, seriously.

"You very lame wan loH"

"Babi youu"

"Bihsingerrr..."

Here comes another week of enduring and imitating..

how many times can i break till i shatter.?

2009-05-31T00:26:00.005+08:00

I'm running out of gas. Just when I thought the parade of studio is over, the circus of the booth and workshop soon followed. My gung ho week has now become weeks, and I'm beginning to get more n more annoyed with the thought of driving to college to n fro, day by day.

I choose to be apart of all this. I want to, with all the shyts that comes with it. Why would I subject myself to such treatment if my intentions lies otherwise. Of course, I would rather be able to sleep and awake by myself, and dream of bowling pins and zombies. Not with the aid of the alarm clock, which annoys me more n more, snooze by snooze. For sure, I want to be able to do nothing and nothing at all at home, metaphorically rotting whilst literally stoning and sulking for whatever the reason, in front of a computer or television screen and complain that I am sien and have nothing to do. And yes, I'd like to call my peers out, meet at random times and odd places doing the most spontaneous of acts, simply because we can. But yea, I cannot. Not yet at least.

Maybe it's a point of proving myself to others. More importantly, to myself. I am a tad arrogant like that, thinking that I can do all these things that I set out to do. And to a certain extent, I know I can. So why should I prove myself to others? To be truthful, I have no freaking idea. I do gain some satisfaction in being able to prove others wrong, to be able to say "I told you so, you mtf&@!#*^!@*!@", without verbally doing so. But I guess it's fair to say that I want the experience. I want the achievement. I don't want to grow old and grow a belly whilst looking back at this peculiar time of my life and say, "Backside, why didn't I join" or "I knew I should have applied for this instead of that", in a grumpy tone. I want to at least be able to tell my grandchildren that their grandpa was an awesome architect student, so at least if I fail as a practicing architect, it would be proven that I am awesome studying the subject. As I continue typing, I just realise how wtf I must be sounding like speaking of grandbabies, when I myself don't know how being a grandpa is related to all this.

Nevertheless, I am effortlessly enjoying myself through it all. Amazing how dejavu things can be too. Just when I thought Angel was over, another stage design pops up. Just when I thought ping pong balls are done with, another site installation is required. And so, I am basically retaking studioone in a two-week crash course, hopefully being able to impress again. Hopefully able to experience and achieve. Audaciously.

Kill me now. A change is so definitely coming.

like a rootless tree.

2009-05-22T22:45:00.001+08:00

Lo and behold, arguably the very first design I can humbly boast and solely take ownership of.

I said I'll gung ho for a week. And gung ho, I did. The daily mundanely trips to n fro the studio was absolutely worth the hassle. Sorta experienced n understood why architecture students subject themselves to all nighters. Because we simply had to. The load was considerably heavy upon foremost presumptions. Time was precious and time was taut, once you start you sorta can't stop. And it was amazing how you can truly get lost in time; the week was a day, the crit was barely a trice.

Having said so, I come clean and stand accused by noone but myself to perhaps rushing the design. In perfecting it, at least. The idea was reasoned, the context esteemed. The words were there for me to play, yet I struggled to find the form. Undulations n swellings, ripples and waves, the organic nature of the artificial organism was what I intended. I substantiated and rationalized to a certain extent, but perfected, I felt I did not. One can't help but linger in guilt, but the pragmatic side of me saw it justified. I nonetheless managed to shape the form to make the design a lot more coherent and sound, of which I condescend in.

The reference of the stage was deliberate and conscious, the idea of the conceptual simplicity and programmatic complexity adapted and assumed not only for a sense of continuity, but also to tie back and string the schemes of the semester, paralleling with the intention of creating spaces within spaces, function within function, program within program. In the outdoor space, Bale can be Karl committing first blood on Kate, Bale can be Bale appreciating the verdant landscape. In the working studio, Bale can be Karl composing odd references, Bale can be Bale reading Charlotte's Web and Batman comics. Again, program within program in creating programmatic diversities.

Completing the intangible is less than half the way. The model was physically prodful and sm, but completed in a day to my surprise. Laugh all you may, but since the toilet assignment model making has for me been less difficult and annoying as before. The deed instead is now claimed by another; manual drawings. I have no complaints in drafting without the osnap or trim, moreover with my lack of proficiency on the subject of matter, just the simple issue of lines and lines and more lines in mesh form bowing and bending and curling. Takes a French to curve like that, and french-ed I did. Turned out to be a rather helpful technique once one has gotten used to the trial n errors of adjusting, but then again comes the fundamental reasons to the existence of butter papers.

One has also learned the valuable lesson of allocating more time for your layout. Again, the presumably egotistical me felt I rushed this. I don't know if it's just me but I felt rather noob in designing the proper layout when the simplest of arrangements would do and visually communicate. But no, that would not do. Not for me, at least. Impression. It's everything and everything that sells and flabbergasts. The last pixel of grime on your scanned drawings, the green in your grey, the clutter of your papers. The importance in keeping the invisible lines of the grid invisible. Even if the design's shyt n the verbal's gibberish, the visual is the strongest tool in communication, and thankfully with the stroke of fortune by two malfunctioned A1 printers, I didn't had to learn it the hard way.

Dog or gun, dick or bra, we all become objects of subjection. To whether it is justified or not, it is all upon us to contemplate and sulk and frown and sulk somemore. I might be asking for more, yes, I'd rather be screwed hardcore. At the same time let me be the first to tell you that I'll probably be ranting to this sad excuse of a blog the very same time next semester. But yea, I'll be prepared. I won't miss a crit. I won't be the ones to be mourned upon. My bullshyt cannot be wasted.

I feel rather spontaneous.

cos you make me happy.

2009-05-18T20:21:00.000+08:00

what a week.

what a crit.

what the wasabi.

whatthefuck.

i could be wrong, i could be ready.

2009-05-02T01:51:00.000+08:00

If these can pass as line towers whilst they seem as a snippet from War of the Worlds,

and these be so ridiculously dubbed as shoes in which costs £200,

not to mention this proposed edifice akin to a pile of

..concrete,

then why is one labelled as being a contradict when one is doing exactly the opposite.?

Conform to conformity at what time one may disstentingly dissent in lieu of becoming an orthodox amongst the unorthodoxed.

Sigh, grunt, sigh.

Don't you feel so much better now.?

rewind your time.

2009-04-21T00:21:00.001+08:00

Amusement is fairly subjective. lol.

hear my song.

2009-04-15T00:19:00.000+08:00

I hate being wrong. It's clear that it is undesired to be so by many, but I despise the feeling to the very core. It's a state of mind to me. One that I scorn at being.

I give a lot to what I do. Whatever I do. Most importantly, I stay honest. In whatever I do. Not in the honesty is the best policy kinda way, but in an inherently sincere disposition kinda way. Regardless the venture, be it the work, relationships of any kind, personal deeds of sorts, I stay and be honest to myself foremostly. I believe that in being so the effort gushed will be duly just and well, honest. Not so much a satisfaction but a belief that by being honest I can do right. I can be right. Care less for the results, for in being so the results and outcome will most certainly oblige. Or so I thought.

By doing so I think rationally. I'm reasonable. I'm logical. I'm rather diplomatic. I look at both sides of the fence. Over the fence, under it, top, bottom, front, back. I see things at a larger picture. A larger scope. A larger context. Cos that's just who I am to fact. Quote by quote, point by point, I see things by reason. I need reasons. With reason I get purpose. With purpose I get cause. And with cause I react. I need answers to respond. That's how I work. That's how I see. Directly and indirectly. Don't make sense to you.? Absolutely fine. I'm just being honest. With myself.

By doing so I risk being taken for granted. I despise that word too, moreover being treated as such. Does having the tendency to understand things denote you as an understanding person.? To push the question further, the denotion of being nice. I retort with a big big no. Understanding the wrong in things does not make you any more wrong. Knowing and comprehending the fault in me or thee simply gives the advantage of doing better. At doing the right. It doesn't mask the emotions and sentiments, that can never be second guessed. With that I generate trust and loyalty from my understanding, my comprehension. I be nice. I be honest.

By doing so I become indecisive. Some people are resolute in their thinking, clear cut in their decisions and desires whatever they may be based on. Perhaps judged as the stronger and clearer minded people, I refute as being indecisive and personally challenged in decision-based issues does not necessarily make you any weaker nor any more dense. Just cos I see things in grey doesn't make the world black and white. Vice versa. No doubt this will shadow me and prowl behind my every action or non-action rather, but hey, I'm just being honest. With myself.

By doing so I become different. Not so much in a green pea on a white plate kinda way, but I stand out loosely. As a matter of fact, I revel in being different. Always have been, always will be. Not so much a manifesto nor life or death policy manner, but I have the tendency of just being so. It's not like I make it a freaking struggle to break free from who I really am or what I really like simply to be different, it's just the way it is. The way I am. The way I are. People may accuse all they want, people may intrude to influence or sneer due to disparities. I could care less about other people caring more about me being unlike other people than themselves. I can take it. I can take it all. I'm just being fucking honest.

And yet. I somehow feel that I'm wrong.

I make mistakes. I'm not perfect. Point taken. Dissatisfaction overwhelms me though. When the problem can perhaps be solved by just being dishonest in the first place. Or when the problem may perhaps not be a problem at all. Maybe I won't feel like such an asshole and look like one whenever I pass the mirror. Neither would it mend the wounds that skin my skin and will carry with me from now till forever. Perhaps it's rather justified after all to cry like you never see sunset before. Nevertheless, my fibre and soul has been scattered all over thee that I can't help but exhaust and feel the way I'm feeling. I simply prod deeper. It brings the very best and worst in me.

Truth to be told my classifieds have always remained under my wraps to my disclosure upon my discretion. I'll feel safer. Critics supposedly are filtered, and selected. But how can I do so when the requirements are all so jargoned and contradictive. To impress oneself or to impress manyselves. Amass the fact that oneself becomes impressed solely by the impression of others. By simply suppressing, opinions and perceptions will not have to be dealt with so explicitly at the risk of prodding further. I need not be perturbed for I have more than enough to pore over from myself. Things that concern me should somehow or rather be of my concern only. I, by some means become my own worst enemy, or friend.

Having said that, I'll persist, but I'll know when to release. I'll erase. I'll delete. But I won't empty the recycle bin. I need no sympathy, I simply need time.

I demanded honesty, honesty is what I got. I appreciate the honesty, but the honesty in return did not. Honesty became me, and in due, honesty reduced me. Strike three, I'm out.

And I'll never whine again.

i got to let it go, and just enjoy the show.

2009-04-12T21:47:00.000+08:00

So I went for a show in KLPac yesterday. Yes, again. I might fall victim of being indicted as a strong voice of endorsement to the instituion but hey, I invite such claims. This place seems too good to be in KL.

Experienced rain there for the first time though. And was as picturesque as if the sun was shining in sanctity. The rain drops streaking at the concrete entrance was wonderful. I can't help but relate to the soon-to-be Balecave, but the texture created was better than I intended. Haha, "I love rain".

We watched a show entitled "A Madman's Diary...after Gogol" adapted from prolific Russian writer Nikolai Gogol's The Diary of A Madman. It was also my first time being in audience of a performance in Pentas 2. I had no previous account to such a book nor the plot of the story, which was fine with me. Best to hold no expectations of any, low or high. Performances are best experienced as such. And indeed I experienced.

The show was really really captivating. And disturbing. All in debt to the brilliant acting. Best acting I've experienced first hand. There were only 2 actors throughout the 1 and a half hour play. Might sound a tad boring or taxing to some, only having the pleasure of 2 characters, only one with utterance. Heck, it was a one-man-show all along with the other character inducing pleasures of another kind. But yes, it is not pretentious to assert that the lone actor (Will Gluth. Has an imdb page, wow.) was flawless in portraying Ivan, a low-class figure slowly sliding into the brink of insanity and schizophrenia as we learn of his delusions and hallucinations.

The play was a monologue enscripted story, which follows the character's diary written in a first person point of view. It was highly entertaining watching the character physically and facially jotting his thoughts, indirectly telling his story to the audience. A connection was assumed, as the audience immediately responded to his every expression; filled with laughter whenever he impeccably feigned a feminine voice, and stoned with silence as he glaringly endures himself to what he thinks is a strange coronation of kingdomhood. The show develops seamlessly from a very light and comical tone (the character suspected two dogs talking, writing letters to each other, and having an affair. -.-.) to a very self-descending and depressing realm of lunacy as the audience thoroughly sees him strip himself with anguish and torture all inflicted by none other than himself. What's more, was I very puzzled to whether the events happening were all upon his narration in reality or just a phantasm subconsciously created by his paranoiac mind, suspecting himself mentally in so many levels. And I still am.

The stage design was subtle yet fascinating. Everything was grey. Think modelling board. The backdrop was a grey wall slightly smudged on its surface at the right, with an opening fit for a door. Props were basically grey cubes of the same hue, intelligently articulated to fit the scene. Whenever he sleeps, two cubes becomes a bed; when he writes of him being in office, a bigger cube becomes the table, the smaller becomes the chair, etc etc. Acoustics and lighting were amazing, can't help but to think if the Angel were to be performed there instead. The size of Pentas 2 was perfect, not too big, not too small. Nevertheless, I didn't even need the help of the temperature to bloom goosebumps whenever the light shuts out with bewildering tunes playing whenever they changed scenes in the dark. How very appropiate for the ending to be very blinding as well.

I left feeling slightly tinged with uneasyness and incomprehension. Nothing about the play was literal in its approach, but it is the very abstraction of the performance which really invigorates me. The kind that makes you question and question alone. The kind that makes you google the play, the book, the actor. The measly Condors may flutter back and lay eggs, nothing made me query as much as Gluth did. That to me is indeed how a performance should be.

Yata.

i don't want to follow Death and all of his friends.

2009-03-31T23:37:00.001+08:00

"Byzantine, a Christian empire, an architecture of heaven. Churches and other religious buildings emerged as the preeminent architectures, others faded into obscurity. A mystic image of heaven, so very opposite of the architecture of the work-a-day world outside. Devoted to reinforce religious experience, the familiar physical world of human sensation is transformed into a suggestion of the transcendental world. Images of conventional reality, captured in the glittering mosaics, evoke a spiritual presence in an otherworldly atmosphere of shimmering light from countless windows, reflected from high mosaic-lined domes. Alas, the early Christian and Byzantine liturgy celebrated the fusion of secular and religious rule and the endeavor to create a heaven on earth."

For I, a man, the measure and measurer of all things, stand so small and insignificant against the sheer monumentality of Thee dome, the geometrical perfection of the circle, the indisputable perfection of God. It seems as though it is a case of being minor and irrelevant. To being concerned of the life in the hereafter, and not with the here and now. To being mysticized, instead of embracing and being comprised. The human spirituality of being forever the outsider, and never the insider.

and start today tomorrow.

2009-03-27T00:08:00.001+08:00

"For the first time in history, people of all ages, nationalities, race and background have the opportunity to use their light switch as their vote – Switching off your lights is a vote for Earth, or leaving them on is a vote for global warming. WWF are urging the world to VOTE EARTH and reach the target of 1 billion votes, which will be presented to world leaders at the Global Climate Change Conference in Copenhagen 2009. This meeting will determine official government policies to take action against global warming, which will replace the Kyoto Protocol. It is the chance for the people of the world to make their voice heard."

20090328 - 20:30

I'm just one person.

does it make you happy you're so strange?

2009-03-20T22:04:00.000+08:00

Is it necessary to inherit a certain aversion towards the boring. Can't be the worst thing a person can ever be, can it? Since when Hollywood was ever boring in the first place, what with the condors enjoying their wind, and the Bale being so profane.

Doing a task, I take the risk of being slightly foolish and delve in to bring the emotions of others and me, with a certain level of rationality. Properly done it is not, spawning reverence it sometimes does. It is those moments when you see to whether you have risen to the occassion. You either decide to take the easy way out, which means you're gonna disappoint yourself and everybody else. Or take that risk of being the fool, the fool whom everyone notices and is given a damn.

Perhaps Bale is the easy way out, for I perceive myself familiar towards his work. And there is so much more than just the bat in the man. You then get tied to the fact that you know an artiste so well to their very depths of their work and craft that it becomes predictable. So much credit and esteem are lost once you know the author too well, somehow lessens their prolific anonymity. That does not mean I have reasons to believe that I've disappointed myself, but to others and some people of significance might have.

Perhaps Bale can become my tool to be a fool, and I still have hopes for that. I can be diverse, I can be unpredictable. I can be dual, I can be layered. I can be honest, I can be contradictive. Brutal, I might, but nonetheless I can. All this will naturally be in the dark, and unfold in due time. That keeps things enjoyable and yes, unpredictable. Flaws will always be in attendence, for it is just so overused as an answer to the search of excuse. But that endless fascination to enthrall will perpetually drive me. After all, it's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.

And you're telling me it's a quote from Batman. Backside, that wasn't the fool I wanted to be.

heaven help me, i didn't see the devil in your eyes.

2009-03-07T23:54:00.001+08:00

It's staggering how people strive to get things perfectly into plan. Include me, mind you. How one struggles in his endeavour so that it all falls directly into place. Into its millimetres, accordingly. No disarrangement, no cutting ques, no disorientation. For even the most chaotic of disorientations has to be meticulously disorientated, simply to fit the plot. To have everything in order, and order in all its delineation. One will do everything within his willing and grasps to ensure that when the moment finally arrives, the hope and anticipation of the obsessive compulsive labour will unfold exactly akin to the precisions of his computations. Only for it to embrace the unthinkable, for it occurs almost inevitably. Very much against the plan. The plot. Even the improbable disorientation seem strangely tidy against the impetuous that has caused all to fall out of place.

But then we look back at the plan. From a diferent perspective. We look back, at the bigger picture. Is it really out of place? Or just dissimilar to the view before. For the silver linings is always there, only a matter to whether we're keen enough to notice its shimmer. And once we do, oh you pray n pray that you do, it exceeds your premeditated expectations. Screw falling into place, it escalates above and beyond the highest of places. Ever present, and ever giving, you begin to embrace and celebrate the fact that you are completely. powerless. to stop it.

the things that could make us cold.

2009-02-17T00:09:00.003+08:00

An angel. But in the dark.

We speak of a setting, a backdrop. A venue to a tragedy. The murder of a cherub. The obliteration of a life's hopes and joy. Merciless, uncompromising with absolutely no humane form of judgement. It is the anguish and sorrow suffered by the parents that is scripted to drive the story. The nature of tragedies, i like, i like the drama.

We speak of the ambiguity and duality of the accused. The unassuming appearance, the malevolent unpredictability of his personality and nature. Why.? Absolutely senseless, to reason for reasons he is. A multifarious identity, translated to a character belonging to the shadows. The sillhouette effects brings forth the entity of the cause, surreal in the eyes of the parents. A certain fear of facing the face of the mulifaceted, he torments and fragments the mind and mentality of the suffered. And for that, the fragmented notion.

We speak of the permanence and temporary, how the stage resides the scenes. Transcending the ephemeral, we wanted a predetermined set, some sort irrevocable. Paralleling the imagery of the parents puzzled thoughts and mind, the fragmentation of forms speaks volumes to creating the proper setting for each scene. Abstract in nature, there will be no need for accurate depictions; no car, no bench as the script prescribes. Spectators are immersed to the libretto and motion of the performers, the intangibility of performing art. Indeed, it is the matter of the sensation.

We speak of reality against the memory. The virtual recollections of affairs and feelings piercing through each fragment of event, a corporeal presence is needed to counter the insubstantiality of the fragments. A tree. Honest and organic, its existence facets a locale for the parents in their narration along with the scrupulous delineation of reality against memory.

We speak of the speaking of the nonspeaking. In order to depict a sense of loss, a stature was first neccessary to portray the deceased, only then can it be truly lost in the eyes of the viewers. A figure of hope and pure innocence, the limbs of the figure are binded by a long cord of red. The spirit and soul, it's life as a whole, corresponding to the sheer crimson attachment, only to be vividly snapped by the fangs of the murderer.

Significantly, we should speak of the weariness the massacre has inflicted on the parents. How helpless they are in understanding and bringing justice against such a pittiless petty. No motive or purpose to dispute and persuade, an insolvable jigsaw puzzle that can only be left unresolved. It is a story of redemption, a salvation. The sheer anarchy of the twofolded Karl.

Oh, the creeeps.

wtcrap.?

gasp, the duality.!

hahahaha, wtf damn cute. Karl unleashed.

Jeng jeng jeng, sneaky sneaky.

HAhahhaa, omg can diee....

the broken clock is a comfort.

2009-02-11T00:03:00.007+08:00

Time

Please be kind to me.

just run with me through rows of speeding cars.

2009-02-08T00:49:00.006+08:00

For archeeteks only.

• Open to all SABD and Design School students.

• Registration Fee is RM2, to raise fund for SABD Dinner.

• Registration should be done before 16th Feb 2009.

• Theme: Upon students' creativity. Must identify with SABD and Design school.

• Design has to include Name/Student ID/Contact No. and incorporate Taylor's logo (No limitation of sizes).

• Design has to be within the area of 30 cm x 20 cm, in only 3 colors, and in 300dpi resolution.

• Contestants are allowed to submit as many designs as they like upon registering.

• There are 2 methods of designing: (i) Photoshop (ii) Sketching (A4 paper)

• Photoshop Designs will be submitted online to (e-mail address will be confirmed soon) by 27th Feb 2009.

• Sketch Designs will be submitted into the submission box located at Program Office on 27th Feb 2009.

Prizes:

1st Prize:

• Free Participation in PAM/ID CAMP 2009

• Cash Prize of RM150

• Design will be mass-printed and sold

• Vouchers

• STEPS Book '08

• Featured in SABD Blog

2nd Prize:

• Cash Prize of RM100

• Vouchers

• STEPS Book '08

• Featured in SABD Blog

3rd Prize:

• Cash Prize of RM50

• Vouchers

• STEPS Book '08

• Featured in SABD Blog

Consolation Prizes (x3): Vouchers

Further details on registration and contact person(s) at sabd. Do stalk. Prizes are superfluously magnanimous. And go mad with the designs, fellow chums. It's free publicity and respect. Recognition and acknowledgments, see to make a statement. What have you to lose.

i see my tears that you cry.

2009-02-02T22:57:00.000+08:00

Februum. When all sorts of inquisitiveness pushes you further to the creeping approach of curiosity, and the brimming husk of assurance can no longer hold forth the impeding desire to plunge. To leap, diving into the deep blue deep with the inevitable splash of reprieve. The tranquil texture of the facade couldn't fool me, I see through the ripples and undulations. God's vivid illumination against the azure simply taunts me further, a mere dip of a finger will not do. I want to immerse, so badly.

A dampness so complete, a vision blurred by eddies with the droning background tint of the arcane. It is another realm of it's own, spectacularly mirroring it's exact outlook from the inside. Though, I am not overwhelmed as perceived. Little by little, I lose the sense of sense. To an extent where I become almost completely numb and blunt. I wanted to be, but I don't know whether I want to be now. My existence still counts for something, even against the coldest of entities. As insignificant as I may be, my reflection still beholds me to resurface with every fizz from my bitter body. And when I do, I can only be drenched with clarity and opportunities. I will hold true to my name and float against the current. I will breathe. Februum. The birth and death of me.

And i'm feeling very Dr. Suresh. Meh.

a movie script ending.

2009-01-21T22:59:00.003+08:00

Performing arts.

All a matter of the sensation,

not the physical.

The performers are the props,

the libretto is the craft.

The reverence it spawns..

..all the world's a stage.

Sound is only a channel,

vision is merely a medium.

Regardless to the nature of the piece,

it's comedy,

and all it's idiosyncrasy,

it is the bravura impression beyond the consciousness that stimulates the senses.

No way is this plastic art.

It is fine art at it's finest.

"This installation explores the idea of points in creating surfaces. Ping pong balls are used to create a visual impact of a surface which appears to 'peel' away from the landscape. It reflects the visual aspect of performing arts which is dynamic, fluid and non-static. The installation also explores the idea of generating different senses through visual stimulation, or more precisely, capturing the "sound of wind" in motion. As the balls vibrate in the wind, it tells of something intangible, like air, being captured within the motion of the balls.."

And the recognition it bestows.

Good job, lah.

...yet one still yearns to be recognized in the Gallery. Blardy hell. It's not a matter of pride. It's the desire to make a statement.

in silence, we rise and we fall.

2009-01-15T23:27:00.001+08:00

"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..

earth angel, earth angel. will you be mine.?

2009-01-07T22:33:00.005+08:00

Screw the terracottas, green is the manner to cover. Insulates and cools, turf made roofs screams less emmissions and shyts for conservation and eco-friendliness. Absorb see-oh-two, release oh-two. Hot air rises, cold air drops. You get the science drift. What more when rain and sunlight will naturally nurse and conserve the roof to work in it's complete effect. A garden rooftop wouldn't harm anyone, if well executed. Think green, think green, architecture must sustain. Floating is optional.

"Schwimmhausboot, in Oldenberg, Germany. At 14 meters long, 4 meters high and 3 meters wide, it will have a spacious living room with kitchenette and a bathroom on the lower level, a sleeping loft and a 'veranda'. What's special about this 'hausboot' is it's eco-friendliness: zero-emissions, a green roof, and materials such as 250 year old larch wood salvaged from an old farmer's shed."
- Materialicious

And to be fooled by the images shown, simply models of the hausboot. Be inspired kijun, be very inspired. Time, amongst others knows you need to be.

trouble is a friend but trouble is a foe.

2009-01-01T23:23:00.002+08:00

Life as one would know has no shortcuts. Least the fact that 08 has come and gone to contradict, we go through each day living amongst the moments, the jiffies and the eternal. It's uncertainties and commitments. One revels in the safety and assurance that expectations rewards us with, bounded with bliss like a ribbon fastening a present box. One however, often flees faster than a fugitive in facing the worst of the evasive. Oh, the insecurity. That self anguish that simply must be felt. There is no alternative, as even if there is, it would be much worse, and downright wrong. So one breathes em all in. Making one human. Special, vulnerable, and intrinsically beautiful. All more than worthy of living the pain of life. The hope that comes with the pain. That reassurance of an assurance. Somewhere between the agony, optimism and prayer.. we're alive. And that is what we are.

Life is 2009. One says yes to 2009. Bring the drama.

i need this, old train to break down.

2008-12-29T00:36:00.002+08:00

"ABC has canceled Pushing Daisies, executive producer Bryan Fuller has confirmed exclusively. Eli Stone and Dirty Sexy Money have also been confirmed to be canceled. According to Fuller, the facts are these: "It's very likely that Pushing Daisies will end after episode 13, which as you know, is a cliffhanger. But we are talking to DC Comics about doing comic books that will wrap up our storylines, and I already have a pitch for a [big-screen] movie ready to go."

- E!

First season life, second season death. In all it's hypercoloured palette of glory, kenapaaa........

that being known, let me know.

2008-12-19T22:14:00.003+08:00

I choose to ignore. Rather, I choose to disregard based on reasoning with myself and myself alone. I choose to seek for contentment. It is not a matter of ignorance explicitly, no, I'm not that naive. To myself, at least. For we always have a choice in being, and being that choice of being simply means acknowledging being with reason. Others will strive to interject, more often than not provoking qualm and remorse, intent fully seeking to do so for their personal and platonic gratification. More importantly, they choose to do so.

But we consequently have a choice in hand, or rather in mind. Why subject to grief or distress? Simply because we should? For the only reason we should be or do something speaks of how we allow ourselves to be interjected. We have the choice to decide whether we should or should not. Choose to rejoice, choose to lament. Choose to conflict ourselves under the worst of circumstances, or choose to take it frivolously, and with that interjecting contentment within ourselves. Our choice. My choice. Me, me, me, yada yada.

Assume the consciousness. For it is all a state of mind.

screaming no, no, no, no no.

2008-12-16T15:41:00.003+08:00

You begin something with a promise similar to an aspiration. A common faith bonded with mutual intentions, exploring the pertinent as well as unbecoming possibilities together with conviction. Hope. Of something that remains ambiguous. The present becomes hope for the future, and the future progressively becomes the hope.

Yet unexpectedly, a presence from the past comes into the present. An intimacy that is the bygone now returns from the departed. It is that tinge of familiarity; that lingering trace of a forgotten touch, an everlasting assurance and comfort glistening deep within the darkest of eyes. Such honesty embedded within every sentence from the sober to the cynical, uttered by a voice that captures your every attention. So complete and idyllic, it makes all the worth in the world than to be having without.

The enigma then becomes a choice. The possibility, or the propinquity. Both overlapping, as nothing is for certain. Questions then impede: faith, fidelity, and even sanity. But more importantly, is the answer that is retorted. An answer that heralds the perpetual and the explicit. One that needs no further explanation. One that gives authority for a simplistic "you make me better, you make me be good". Quite simplistically.

..ridiculous. wtf. Why wont you die la. I believe he's already featured on the show more times dead than alive.

use somebody.

2008-12-12T23:21:00.008+08:00

Literal lavatory. This screams IBS, haha. A potty fit for a giant.

Dude, aim properly.

"The steel, white concrete and glass house, with a symbolic opening in the roof, will be ready to receive visitors next month, said the World Toilet Association in a statement. Among its many amenities, the house features four deluxe toilets, said the group, started in South Korea and dedicated to providing clean sanitation to the more than 2 billion people who live without toilets."

- Reuters

First of all, hahhahahahhahahahhaa. I had no idea that there's such an association. The group is supposedly dedicated to providing clean sanitation to the more than 2 billion people who live without toilets. To think that there are that many people living without toilets, and that the facility is located in South Korea. Perhaps a wrong perspective in the context of the statement, but that's not stopping me from poking fun at this potty-shaped home without the lid.

The house is named Haewoojae, which signifies in Korean "a place of sanctuary where one can solve one's worries". Indeed, if only solving one's worries are as easy as taking a piss..

we take time when it's up, but give up when it's down.

2008-12-11T01:59:00.005+08:00

Damn good.

Me.? too old.? for drama.? NEVERR.......

Fleeting glitters of December, reminiscing promises of Never-never.

that's where i want to be.

2008-11-29T16:22:00.004+08:00

So I've been contemplating catching the new 90210 spin-off for awhile, ever since it's conception. Toiled for weeks n got the news that Starworld was gonna be screening it, to my surprise. Up to date, sial. 4 weeks in, n well, i'm not exaaactly hooked.

Plot stays true to the original series, though very archetypical. So mainstream it's painful sometimes. New kids on the block, fitting in to super atas lifestyle, the formula has proven to work over n over. It may be ingenious and captivating 10 years ago, but we have been accustomed to scenarios as such that has been synonym to primetime drama all our lives growing up. Storylines fixating sex, drugs, and gossip just isn't as alluring as it is before.

Yes, Gossip Girl has paraded the idea superfluously. But that's just it. It's so over the top, extravagant, it works. It attracts. It's dramatic. Madness, but we like. 90210 simply doesnt offer that spark of ingenuity. The only thing that probably launched the series was probably the infamous zip code to reboot the franchise. Save on promo n marketing.

Features young and semi-believable actors in terms of age compatibility. But they cant act for nuts, i tell you.! Im sorry, but even by teen drama standards, they fail miserably. Lead actress played by Shenae Grimes, portrays the character so forgettably i cant even remember her name as of now. All i can think of is that think she always does with her hand, acting all innocent and girl next door-ish. So yuck. The role was first offered to Hillary Duff, which she declined. Smart girl.

gasp, hot guy, *act innocent*..

Her adoptive brother Dixon is portrayed by Tristan Wilds. The word adoptive is evidence enough to depict him as out of placed, even self-pityful to a certain extent. The fact that he's African-American probably gives another reason for the writers to render the cultural shock plot exclusively in the character's case.

may i take your order, ladies.

The jock is Ethan, played by Dustin Milligan. Oh and did i mention that lacrosse is the sport of worthy in this series, unlike American football or basketball that has been oh so typical. I find it so funny, considering how macho they try to be in the 'action' scenes, haha.

lacrosse is cool.! wtf.

Naomi is supposedly the girl we love to hate. Sadly, i just hate her. Annoying aesthetically and temperamently. Cannot tahan how her nostrils always flares up, something that i find quite funny at the same time. Haha, so bad.

maggi mee curls, puke.

Ah, my fav part of the series. Silver. Nuff said. Haha. She rocks la. In everyway. Character is appealing. Not contemporarily, but you get what i mean. Supposedly the quirky and peculiar, I find her the character anyone can relate to the most. Cmon la, the rest are so fake n plastic. As if working in a coffee shop for a week can settle damages inflicted on a car.

yup, she was on prom night.

k, im hooked. lol.

The other characters are just plain forgettable. When all's said n done, the only thing keeping the show alive is the return of characters from the original alumni. Tho the frequent visit of unfamiliar faces to some can be abit annoying as they may be like, totally clueless on what's happening n all dat. So potong. And it's pretty obvious that Ethan and Annie (yes, finally rmb her name) will end up together. Then break up. Den make up. And break up. And make up. And......

we'll end up together come the end of the series, you'll see.!

4 episodes cant tell much, but it definitely shows more than enough. Sigh, and to think that I used to religiously follow shows as such, dying for more. Perhaps i'm getting too old for this. Meh, what a difference college and high school can make..

hadouken.

2008-11-20T16:37:00.003+08:00

A new Street Fighter movie.? ooh, the campyness. This ain't a sequel to the earlier installment of the video game franchise tho, the one with Van Damme & Kylie Minogue. Which i enjoyed as any four year old boy would. This is more of a prequel. An origin. For Chun-Li. wtf.

Ahhhh.. But this has caught my attention even before it's released. Kristin kreuk. Nuff said. haha. So what if she's not asian or chinese enough, any form of ass kickin cannot match eyes like that.

drops dead.

Other cast members include Neal McDonough (dude from Criminal Minds) as M. Bison, Michael Clarke Duncan (retarded dude from Green Mile) as Balrog, Chris Klein (loser dude from American Pie) as Charlie Nash, and hello, hello, Taboo (dude from Black Eyed Peas) as Vega. Given the fact that the character doesnt seem to have the ability to utter a single syllable for reasons i do not know, not much acting experience is needed here.

Psycho Power yo..

Mike Tyson wannabe.

People killin, people dyin~.. rofl, wtf.

Shouldnt he be blonde.?

What? No Ryu? No Ken? Not even Guile? Thankgod btw, never liked the character. Even the plot sounds rather boring, Chun-Li's quest for justice, puhlease. But then again, Street Fighter has always been about the walk, not the talk. Question is, does Kristin have the legs to pull off Chun-Li's signature moves.

Hyakuretsukyaku.! Check yes, and yes.

in your eyes.

2008-11-16T22:35:00.002+08:00

Fact or fiction: The use of timber in architecture or rather construction helps in preserving the environment.

It's renewable, easy to handle. Conveys a natural texture unlike any other material. Has an inherent cooling effect, allowing the building to 'breathe', be ridding of CFC releasing mechanisms. But doesnt the endorsed use of timber equate to excessive logging? The higher the demand, the higher the rate of exploitation on this natural resource of ours. Like fuel, noe. Is it truly sustainable? Would the rate of harvest keep up with the demand?

Rimbun Dahan, Kuang (i have no idea how to get there). This place radiates natural conservation. The whole purpose is to promote all things green, indigenous and cultural conservation. With that in mind, architecture is allowed to blossom here, both sustainable and landscape, housing the noble deeds of the Hijjas family. Sounds like orang asli rite.? Mana tau angmo. And yes, she sounds more Msian than I am. Bunga raya from China.?? Gasps, it's a conspiracy i tell you.! Cetak rompak man, even our flower is unpatriotic.

Upon entering, you find urself in the middle of the forest. Not jungle. Forest sounds friendlier, haha. One would be dwarfed by the overwhelming height of the trees. Perhaps reminding you of the importance and significance of green, in line with the site's principles. Totally fine with me, as it filters massive amount of sunlight. One thing unavoidable tho, mosquitoes. Just like the urge to scratch. Lalala.

I like the idea. I dont like the execution. The house doesnt rly stand out, I cant even distinguish it from the guest house. Like the idea of open space, where the first, ground, and lower ground floor are visually connected. Dont like the execution where the ceiling takes the shape of the roof and threatens the space of the living room. Oh dont get me started on the roof, human scale totally off. But then again, perhaps it was a notion of preventing rain from entering the building, especially the lower ground floor.

Besides main house + guest house, the complex boasts a traditional Malay house, artist studios, and a garden (more of a forest reserve). Implements the inward-looking focus of space, where the buildings are orientated and connected to a central space. Sounds familiar, noe.? This one goes one step further, where it establishes the intended concept not only on plan, but vertically as well. Underground art gallery yo.

Features a central atrium, for lighting purposes. Indirectly baths the gallery with natural light, expressing a connection between the "upside" with the "downside". And the effect comes out rather nicely as well. Used to accomodate a spiral staircase, connecting the gallery directly to the central space. But didnt look nice, so abolish. I agree.

Even the exhibition is a green one, protraying art with nature as it's theme. Art for nature indeed. So yes, ppl. Think green. If we dont, who will. Oh and did i mention, b*tch and p*rnstar from the New New York Art Museum were among the art pieces displayed at the site. It's as if we sculpted the future.

b*tch!

p*rnstar.!

Haha, bring on Usutu, I'm ready to begin my spirit walk.

all your sex and your diamonds.

2008-11-12T00:19:00.002+08:00

The public toilet marks my 4th venture in model-making.

Wtf.? Yes, we hv design ze toilets. Absurd, but comprehendible. Anthro + ergo, people tend to disregard these things. Include myself in that bracket. I dont choose to ignore it, but we simply dont. Who gives a shyt when you piss or poop. When you hv to go, you hv to go. Ah, but that's when I'm wrong. And so are you.

And i suppose model-making forces you to deal with this things. To take issues of negligence to matter. Like who would consider the pipings and fusebox in designing a model rite. In this case, how big should da potty be.? Railings for the handicapped.? Waddabout the washbasin for kids.? We obviously flawed a tad bit dere, but they'll grow.

Did i mention how excruciatingly rewarding the task at hand can be. I mean really, you stay stationary at the same spot, you slog your way. The experience is agonizing yet when the visual of your labour materializes you jump for joy. Your body remains motionless, but ur fingers work, they dance. Like a poet enscribing a poem, an artist crafting a sculpture. Oh ftw, I am an artist. haha.

Moreover, the joy of make-believe. A site.? New York, lah. Why.? Got Friends building ma, Monica and Chandler's apartment there. Why apartment.? Readapt it then, readaptive-use produce wonders. Art museum, artsy fartsy abit. The New New York Art Museum it is.

And what good is an art gallery without it's art pieces. It's not vulgar or profane, just provocative. InDeep5h*t ma.

Oh and im oh so proud of the potty. Pretty potty. And the toilet roll. It's usable, mind you. And the push-for-flush. No.1 and no.2, does both ur biznesses at the same time. Dainty shyts, who knew the human fingers could comply with such work.

The concept has been used, the old versus the new. Think KLPac, or even Heeren of some sorts. Develop on the approach, we get a totally different tone altogether. Old container sheets, reused, restored in a manner in which respects it's original condition. Employ mod vent ducts, semi-translucent, the feeling of the contemporaneous. Complemented with wire mesh patterns + glass screenings, one can truly appreciate both the conflict and convergence intended to be perceived.

No doubt, this modular masterpiece is a product of consorted labour. Which makes it all the more sweeter. Never expected an elective subject to be so taxing, IBS is conquered. Take that, Visual Comm ppl.

Haha, fine. I plead guilty. Obviously not my work. Failed miserably in my attempt.

father, i have sinned.

2008-11-04T17:04:00.004+08:00

The Roman Catholic Church. The House of God.

Noted, it is traditional. But why must it be. For it houses the practice of the religion.? Do we equate religious deeds to be traditional, then.? Does addressing the call of the celestial designate outdatedness.? Why not reinterpret it. Why not modernize it. Sorry, contemporarize. Why not inward-looking focus of space; big "interior" space for gathering, big "exterior" space to be an ideal setting. Opportunities for involvement, we like.

Seatings to be equidistant. No front, no back. Height and position of altar to be considered. Neither physically or symbolically demeaning participation, cos you noe, ppl are easily intimidated. shy shy.

The symbolical crucifix form is trademark. Implement with light + shadow, the natural instrument of poetics, the effect is gung ho. Even nonbelievers will shun their prefix, with the stage set as such.

The large baptismal font, a contemporary outlook to the ancient act of devotion. The presence of stained glasses, a religious tool for education moreover with it's aesthetic properties. And the Stations of the Cross, to be situated around the common ground, complementing the purpose of the space with o holy celebrations and processions.

Check yes, yes, and yes. The church was, is, and will be super in architecture, for as long as man will be.

So what is there to argue.?

if only in my dreams.

2008-10-31T00:11:00.000+08:00

See, to them, you're just a freak..

Like me.

Happy Halloween, ppl.

*joker laugh*

what you see is what you get.

2008-10-25T00:05:00.001+08:00

We're not emo, just fond of dramatizing stuffs.

fine fine, dere's nothing wrong with the pic, hoho..

when soul meets bodyyy..

2008-10-24T23:34:00.001+08:00

Kay, so it didn't make the Gallery.

But who am i to complain. No, I will not even bother voicing out. I was shitting bricks when it came to the judgement, let alone setting the standard by adding another two. I admit, I owe so much to the affiliates for this. Most credit must be given to them, if not all.

It's not like no effort was put into it. Maybe it's just the lack of consciousness. I do that sometimes, see. And perhaps most of you do, too. At times, i know i can do it. I know it's within my niche. Overlook the topic, if it's an assignment to my suiting, i am sure to flatter. Yet to the contrary, i slumber. I know i must exert; produce, but i subconsciously give less. It's not procrastination. I want to give all, but i give less, for no particular reason whatsoever. Even when it matters the most. Perhaps it's human nature, perhaps it's kijunistic. I hope it's the latter cos it sounds so much cooler.

But yea, it comes and goes. I bend. But i dont break. You tend to comprehend this things when it hits you the most. You stop experimenting, you stop searching for excuses. You stop whining. And i hope the turn of the curve is now, for me. Even if it's a chain reaction, i could care less. I know i can achieve. Yes, we all have our strengths and weaknesses, but if we want it bad enough, we'll attain. Maybe longer than the majority, not to mention even more arduous, but who's counting rite. Ignore external stimuli. Who are they to judge, who are we to care. As long as we achieve. We accomplish. Then, we will be.

I don't care. I want my spot in the Gallery. Our spot it will be.

is there anybody going to listen to my story

2008-10-18T00:44:00.000+08:00

Time is passing by so fast. It's impossible to concur that one season is passing by just like that..

xoxo, fe.

It seems as tho the pilot just premiered not too long ago. Has 10months passed since the story was pitched?

Hard to believe, considering how familiar we are with the cast already..

Did any recurring stars manage to return? Their presence are definitely missed..

Has all the bad times been shrugged off?

What about the juicy scandals that entertained us through each episode?

Not to mention the dramatic exploits of our favourite characters..

Did we make it thru the rain?

Are they resolved, or remain vague in terms of their outcome? If they are, are we satisfied with the resolution?

Nevertheless, there is always the comic relief that has kept this series alive.

The wittiness in the script is unparalleled.

Performances more than worthy of awards..

Still, we anticipate the final run, the lead up to the finale.

Sigh, this season's cliffhanger is building up to be one that is even too much for me to handle.

Everything is possible, if we try.

here's to the night.

2008-10-04T00:16:00.006+08:00

Still frames in my mind.

4 wishes for me. hoho..

..laugh sammo.

Many thanks to all. Rest assured, i din give the wings to my cousin.

A room fit for a princess.

c'mon baby light my fire.

2008-09-30T23:47:00.002+08:00

OMFG.

Couldnt have said it better, blair. So yuck.

she ain't heavy.

2008-09-25T21:50:00.001+08:00

I saw it coming.

And did nothing. Without any effort.

The weight was mine to let go.

But befall the second coming.

My friends shall be the columns.

My faith will be upheld.

I will rise above this.

switzerland very cold.

2008-09-22T22:05:00.001+08:00

It seems as tho i was very sleepy during the S'pore trip.

Indeed, i was.

After the week we had, on top of all that walking, you cant blame us. Not a blonde moment kay. The unscheduled detours were so uncalled for. Excuse me for being a 'guy' who has low stamina. And that's suppose to be disappointing? Perhaps some accurate navigation could've helped.

To be frank, one cannot help but to think the trip was 'cursed'. Missing gadgets, misplaced limbs, substandard scheduling, not to mention the error in room-ing, abit the potong lo at 1st..

But wit the company, comes the retarded joy we would expect from group trips. Comparable to redang, minus the puking. (har har..)

Public transport was as expected. Efficientt. Shud ask our pm(not padan muka, not pasar malam, not perempuan miang..) to take a 'spontaneous' ride on their mrt instead, why bother with the local ones when you noe wat you're gonna get. One can instantly tell that you are across the straits when you hop on the escalator. Wooooshh. Welcome to Sheengapourrr..

mm..coconut..

The main hilite of the trip were the religious edifices, i shud say. I was holified. Church of St. Mary of The Angels and Masjid Assyafaah. Both unique, in a sense that it is clearly not the conventional church or mosque. One would have never guessed that it is in fact one if not for the cross or the crescent moon and star.

Look fe, no photoshop.

Enter the holy grail..

Jesus Christ deconstructed.

To infinity....

Ze mosque. Avant-garded.

Empty land in s'pore?

I like both, tho the St. Mary absolutely triumphs against the mosque. The almost ludicrous area of the green field should have been developed. No, not in an smkdu manner, where you concretize it, but perhaps a more coherent design, where the space would not have been so 'wasted'. It does not even serve as a lush, cooling mediator, as one was scalded by the heat so much more than when at the church.

Retail therapy proved wonders amidst the walking. Orchard is jst another Bkt Bintang, where you will always look and never buy, unlike Bugis where you will actually buy. Perhaps the sole redemption at Orchard is the ice cream waffle. And OMG McDammit WHY IS DERE NO GREEN TEA MCFLURRY IN MSIA... craving for macha, dammit.

This is good shyts, i tell you

K, not green tea, but you noe wat i mean.

The national library was superlative. Ken Yeang doing wat he does. Even the elevators work at the super speed. And almost a whole floor on archi books.? 2hrs mana cukup.. Abit the stupid tho, cannot take any pics within it's premises.

Within the heart of the city, it looks as if you are in KL. Waistdown, the streets look the same, ppl wit the same jenis muka. But as you view the skyscrapers, you dont feel KL. There seem to be more character in their buildings, more uumph, even if it's takes the form of the modern box.

One wud think studying there would be favoured, with the amazing resource, advanced arkitekchooral development seen at the U.R.A. (Urban Redevelopment Authority), but even with the temptation of a full scholarship, the urge of going just isn't there. No offence, but i really cannot picture myself doing A-levels, s'pore or not, british or not. The academics of science and maths will kill me. No more flexibility, no more TGIF's, no more waking-up-late-abit-on-tues-and-thurs, it's lik taking a step backwards. Bloody hv to wear uniform k. Not to mention the time wasted, almost 3 years, if i were to take the S'pore 'Causeway'. With regards, too bad for the farder and marder, the endorsment continues.

Looks like I wont be conquering S'pore after all..

but nothing ever happens..

2008-09-16T19:57:00.003+08:00

"We are pleased to inform you that you have been awarded the 2009 ASEAN Scholarship - Pre-University Level."

How now, brown cow.

..and i wonder.

2008-09-16T19:33:00.005+08:00

Watthetack.?

How long is a swatch minute.. to you.? Swatch ad's are cool. Youtube em.

Phenomenomenomenomenome...

Waddaweek. God bless S'pore. Wait, it's still not done.? No ping pong, bring on da Glass House.

And you still have not watched GG season 2.? What a disgrace, you so called fan.

I love my course.. i love my course.. i love my course..

don't leave me high. don't leave me dry.

2008-08-18T19:57:00.004+08:00

"Silence, is the language of stones."

And just like that, emotions has been rationalized, by the simple question of what a brick wants to be, by architecture in totality. The finite meets the infinite. The tangible meets the intangible. One may have just found his raison d’etre. Austerely divine.

Damnit kijun put your crapping skills to good use. Proposal n presentation wtf@*&*#(@!.......

another one bites the dust.

2008-08-18T19:31:00.005+08:00

Wah, damn painful.

It's not that we dun support him, noe. One would like to say good try, good fight. But ish, damn pain. Another year eludes our nation from Olympic glory. At least he got silver, 2nd place, consolation. Contented.? Yesh, typical Msian mindset.

Then it got me thinking. Why is there no squash in the Olympics.? Not just in Beijing, in like, ever. Never once was it recognized as an Olympic sport, tho it remains in consideration for future Olympic programmes. Bugger wei. If got in Beijing den confirm win lor. Women's singles owning for sure.

"Why no squash.?!"

Perhaps it'll be introduced at London 2012.? Mm, yea she's still considered young n wad nots. Let's jst hope she doesnt potong stim by den. *cough*Federer*cough*

i simply find it hilarious that he had to resort to doubles for gold.

On another note,

Purchase justified.

Let's ring in a few more, Wenger. We need depth.!

oh, oh, 'fessions to, i do, i, i do..

2008-08-10T18:17:00.002+08:00

boogie. bop. shindig.

jom. jom.

It's on the 15th of August ppl, Friday. T.G.I.F. groupies such as yours truly should hv no problem attending, even if you're not, it starts at 6pm till late(appropiate late) so schedule clashes shall be deemed ridiculous. Pre-tickets are rm15, door-sale's at rm20. Totally worth it with, *bimboism* like, the epitome of rave, Ministry of Sound, Euphoria will be spinning the tracks. I shyt you not. Not to mention Fly fm, Flybies perhaps.? If you dance/have a crew, register. If you dance, attend. If you don't dance, attend anyways. If you're too free, well, attend. If you don't, publicize. Appreciated.!

For more details.

lets conspire to reginite.

2008-08-10T17:51:00.003+08:00

With the Beijing Olympics 08 literally happening now as i enscribe, i'm sure most of you had spectated the awe-inspiring performances of the opening ceremony, with radical compositions of light and fireworks. And yeah, most of you had probably glimpsed the Beijing National Stadium, better known as the "Bird's Nest", and the Aquatic Centre, the "Water Cube".

air pollution/breathtaking view.

To be honest, i was abit sceptical, as a layman and an aspiring archeetek, on the choice the orang atas made building a design conceptualized from a bird's nest. The fact that i didnt see the stadium itself before i heard about it made my imagination run wild about it's design. A waste of 44,000 tons of steel, maybe.? But after having a look at the few other proposals that failed to make the grade, i think it's safe to say the Bird's Nest was the right choice in the end.

I can't help but echo the sentiments of studio.7 when he labelled this as vulgar. how obscene. ROFL.

Looks rather Siam-ish, noe.? Maybe it's the gold effect. Guess they could reuse the proposal shall Bangkok ever host the Olympics..

I quite like this to be frank. Damnit im developing a fetish for roofs that seem to 'emerge' from the ground. Lacks abit of contextual representation tho.

Oooo. Sky Terrace. Another fetish. Who wouldnt wanna be able to have the experience of the Games from roof, rite.? Apparently, if the proposal was accepted, we could.

UFO written all over it. Belongs to Su and Jason's extra terrestrial armada of architecture.

Zomg rite. I find it hard to believe that they would be able to make the roof 'retractable' as such. But then again, after the stuff the orang china did for the opening ceremony, nothing seems to be impossible.

More images and info on other proposals can be viewed here. Personally, i believe large scale buildings such as stadiums and gravity-defying skyscrapers are more of an engineering feat, compared to an architekchooral one. No doubt, architects design em buildings, but there is little room to roam in the matter of creativity and articulation of shape and form. More variables have to be taken into account such as wind loads, earthquakes, and other forces of nature, steering the building's design, with it's complex calculations and degree manipulations molding the structure into reality.

breathe in breathe out, tell me all of your doubts.

2008-08-02T23:58:00.002+08:00

"Expression in architecture should not be loud, for architecture speaks the language of silence."

Should kijun attempt to be poetic? architekchoorally. From creating 'negative spaces' to expressing vastness of void to the infinite. Oh the quixoticness of Botta. Or sense the greater whole, the fluid and contiguous space, the 'universal space' of Mies in all its glory. And buggerism, I still cannot perceive the roof garden notion of Le Corbu's 'Five Points' in Mr. Ban's Curtain Wall.

dream on, kijun, you live in M'sia.

The inauguration of sem 2 was superfluously exasperating. Still not familiar with the expressed half of the group, apart from a banana (HAHA). Clashing of timetables, cramming of students into a sardine can.? One can understand the unision of both intakes, but perhaps some rational and logical arrangement could've been sketched out right from the start.? Fixing a class then swapping midway, wadaloadabull. Oh and dun get me started on the issue of lan. mmg dulan. If there's any consolation, most of us get fridays off. For those who dont, all i can say is T.G.I.F. rofl..

Due to our unreasonable schedule, it's the only autocad experience i'll have for now.

somebody save me.

2008-07-27T22:37:00.002+08:00

"Let your warm hands break right through.."

Kay, i'm sure most of you are probably perplexed. Like, who still follows Smallville wei.? I'll be surprised if any of you still do, cos sadly, I do. After 7 seasons, it's hard to just stop n let it go. I'm sure all of you have experience this sort of predicament before, following a show that promised so much you simply must finish the entire series, till the very finale. That being said, sometimes, it can get excrutiatingly painful to watch the series go from the 'it' show of it's time to the 'has-been' it is now.

before.

after.

I mean, seriously, 7 seasons is just wayyy too long. Even the cast are getting older by the episode. Just look at Clark. He's supposed to be the young Clark, the one in high school/college, who discovers his abilities and identity of the quintessential superhero of our time. Yet, being a father at 31, he visibly looks older than the current Superman, Brandon Routh.

How can compare..

Indeed, Smallville has come a looong way from the regular 'freak-of-the-week' episodes in high school of season 1, to a deeper and farther venture into the Superman mythology, such as the introduction of various characters from Clark's original planet, Krypton, and the Fortress of Solitude.

those were the days..

For those who remain sesat-ed, Lois Lane, Clark's inevitable love of his life, is introduced into the cast. However, no scenarios or drama of romance ensue between the two, just a little 'hint hint' here n dere that they'll end up together sooner or later. Too bad ppl, Clark and Lana must remain the typical on and off couple in this show.

Even the Lois in Smallville looks older than she's suppose to be.

Clark's best friend in the show, Pete, was written out of the series. His character, being the first person that Clark willingly informs of his secret, left Smallville, claiming too much pressure from knowing Clark's secret. Never a fan of the character/actor, so, no biggy here.

He reminds me of Ninja Turtle, haha.

Jonathan Kent, Clark's adotive father, is killed off. He dies of a heart attack, partly in the hands of Jor-El, Clark's birth father. Martha Kent, Clark's adoptive mother, is also no longer in the series. She's now a US Senator in Washington D.C., hence, no longer in the meteor-infested town of Smallville.

Clark's journalistic sidekick, Chloe is now working at the bottom of the hierarchy of the Daily Planet. She's dating Jimmy Olsen, Clark's future intuitive sidekick when he dons the glasses and hidden tights of course. Oh n guess what, Chloe's a meteor freak as well. She has the ability to heal. How Mr. Linderman.

haha, pun intended.

The series have introduced various superheroes of Justice League along the seasons, building up to a Justice League-a-sode, which was largely disappointing to me. I mean, who'd wanna see the troupe with calafares such as Aquaman, Cyborg, and Green Arrow. At least they had the Flash, but still, cmon, where's Batman? Wonder Woman, maybe?

Smallville's retarded Justice League.

On top of that, Lex and Lana were married. OMFG rite. Lana was 'supposedly' pregnant as well, but it was revealed that Lex faked the pregnancy. Long story cut short, Lex is now evil n villainous as we're familliar with in the Superman mythology n no longer buddy buddy with Clark.

drama, drama, drama.

In the latest season, Clark's Kryptonian cousin, Kara a.k.a Supergirl is launched into the series, being a regular for the whole season. An effort to boost the ratings, I'm sure, which failed due to the recurring sub-average plot that has ran the past few seasons. The writer's seem to be succumbing to a writer's block of sorts, uncreatively reinstating villains from the earlier seasons (Brainiac) to provide some sort of spark. Even the long-awaited match up of Clark and Lana in this season failed to save the series, as their intricate relationship plummeted along with my faith to the writer's of the show. That being said, I was fond with the rather surprising 'creation' of Lex's younger brother, Grant Gabriel a.k.a Julian to the story.

inevitable.

Nonetheless, John Glover's (Lionel Luther) exit this season should promptly signal the end of the series sooner if not later. Along with Laura Vandervoort (Kara), Michael Rosenbaum (Lex) and Kristin Kreuk (Lana) will not return as season regulars come season 8. How can, rite. Smallville is just not Smallville without the rivalry between Lex and Clark along with the contested romance of Clark and Lana. So producers, just end the show already lah, do my TV schedule and fading interest in the series a favour.

Having just finished watching season 7, I suppose I couldn't time it any better. College is starting in like, tomorrow. Has three months passed already.? Sigh, insomnia man..

pink, when i turn out the light.

2008-07-23T16:49:00.001+08:00

So hor, so hor, before i watched dark knight that day hor, we went sleepover at shibi's hse oh.
But before that hor, we met up at ou oh. Cos i have to fetch evryone ma. I so good hor. hor hor hor.

Fe, me, dougie, as mannequins.! So yeng hor.

We had dinner at fish n co.!

Then must take pic of our food wan hor.

Fish n chips oh.! New York special sammo. got extra cheese wan kay..

Must arrange the sauce in nice pattern n take pic also hor. Cute ma.?

The fork n tissue paper oso must take pic ma hor.

Then we zoom to shibi's house oh.! Hv to drive SO far..T_T. =(. ='(. ><. +.+. @.@..=[.

First thing must do is camwhore ma hor.! With hand sign pose ma.! See, donald oso pose.. Fuschia is the new pink kay. Pink not chio nemore. Must say fuschia.

Den rite den rite. We play play alot lor. Pillow fight.! Ghost stories.! Board games.! Facial.! Massage.! I dare you, you dare me.! So fun rite.!

"Does he have a mustache.?"

Since i lose hor, i had to drink 1 bottle of water in 2 gulps oh. So bad hor..T_T. =[.='(..><.

Den hor den hor. I get to wear alot of fuschia hairband oh. Cute ma.?

After dat oh, i must fit myself inside dere.! SO soo bad hor. T_T. =(. =[. ><..

Tada.! Magic trick.! I can fit oh.!

Den hor. FeFe's turn oh.! See, he wear his shirt inside out. ha ha ha.!

Somemore hor, he must spin around in the same spot for 10 rounds oh. Spin, fe fe, spin.!

Wat la, fe. No balance wan. Come la i show you.

Ready.. ..GO.!

aiyak. so dizzy.. not easy kay. dun laugh at me. T_T. ='(. ><. =[.

Den rite den rite. We get to do make-up on marie.! yay.! I did the lip stick wan kay. Nice hor nice hor.

Marie la, move so much, make it smudge.. boo..

FeFe got a mole. hahaha.. So PCK hor..

Got sammo dare oh.! Fefe had to kiss dougie oh.! AAAAAHHHHHHHH...!

*blush* fuschia adi, haha.!

Shibi: Let FeFe loose.!

Aiman: It's okay, dun look. It'll be over sooner than you know it. I have experience..

faster than the speed of light oh.!

HAHA, look at dougie's face.!

So after all that daring hor, we went karaoke oh.! So fun eh. We sing so many of my fav songs oh. M2M, Spice Girls, Savage Garden. So nice hor.!

*THIS PIC IS DAMN FUNNY! look at aiman. ROFL*

Den we did our nails.! yay.! so chio hor. black colour kay. not fuschia.

So goth hor.

peasants.!

Then after that we sleep oh.! so tired liao..

Good night.!

*this post is meant to offend the author and only the author himself. mind you, some of the events are fictitious. some.

gracefully fall back to the arms of grace.

2008-07-21T23:54:00.006+08:00

Exactly a week before the college resumes.

No doubt, i will not hide my silent enthusiasm to reoccupy myself with educational schedules and traumas. Datum reignited the fire. The books were the catalysts. Wait, kijun reads.? God bless. That being said, i will indeed miss every minute of the holiday. The late nights, the free time, the late nights, the get-togethers, the late nights, the movie/series marathon, oh n did i mention the late nights.?

Sufferring from major post dark knight syndrome. Emotionally incapable of being satisfied by any other movie, that would've been decent, had i not watch the Dark Knight before. Round two, anyone.?

let me show you a magic trick.

2008-07-18T00:39:00.009+08:00

Declaring this to be the best superhero movie does not do justice to this magnum opus.

This one, goes beyond the genre, beyond the superhuman abilities, beyond the pompous heroics of rescuing a damsel in distress.

This one, is simply absorbing, and has to be taken seriously..

Packing more punch than the Hulk could withstand. Portraying an emotional depth far deeper than that of Superman. Inflictions of callous conflicts that dwarfs any personal dilemmas Spider-man will ever face. Delivering plots of substance in the core of darkness, far deeper than X-men had ever explored.

The Dark Knight is unforgiving.

Heck, screw the superhero, this is the best villain movie ever. Psychotic, hysterical, disturbing, yet so complex. Indeed, the Joker had the last laugh for me.

The role of a lifetime, such a menacing portrayal. I vote a golden statuette.

Awfully tragic that it had to be his last.

"For some reason I can't explain, once you've gone there was never, never an honest word.
But that was when I ruled the world."

i'll eat my candy with the pork and beans.

2008-07-11T18:14:00.004+08:00

Architecture. Breaking into pop culture.

Daymn. How'd you like to design a building and have it as a map to play in Counter-Strike. The Aqua Centre in Odense, Denmark by BIG.

Or even have one in your local monopoly set. Now that's cool shyt. V M Houses, by BIG as well.

Frank Gehry, animated, featured, and parodied. hah. This episode of the Simpsons attributes Gehry's outrageous methods and designs which he has become so critically acclaimed for.

The Walt Disney Concert Hall. Looks familiar.? Yup, it's the concert hall featured during the end of Get Smart. And also the party scene where Stark was flirting with Pepper Potts in Iron Man.

The Chanel contemporary mobile art container, by Zaha Hadid, as requested by Karl Lagerfeld.

Fusing architecture with fashion and art itself, 20 international contemporary artist will exhibit work inspired by elements that give the Chanel bag it's identity. The container will indeed be travelling around the world throughout Europe, Asia, and the States.

UFO-ness. Flying around the world, lol.

Oh, and did you know that Zaha Hadid had a hand in conceptualizing the design of the character of Ursulla, the oversized, melodramatic sea witch from The Little Mermaid.? rofl.!

"You poor unfortunate soul..!"

No surprise as to how she was inspired..

Indeed, their autographs prove more than worthy to get a hold of..

Tadao Ando

Frank Llyod Wright

Corbu

Mies

How Hollywood of them. Being all superstar-ish n wat nots.

Please, please, no pictures.. hoho.

the dreams of which i'm dying are the best i've ever had.

2008-07-08T00:53:00.005+08:00

Attending my very first architecture convention, the previous weekend has to be the most architekchooraly enlightening, in more ways than one. Already out of placed in terms of dressing, being a bunch of kids among an overwhelming crowd of 1800+ can be intimidating. But one could really care less as we were there to witness starchitects from all around the world flaunt their opus of sorts, presenting on the theme of distinction in architecture.

Having 9 reputable architects and 1 design-led structural engineer present their ideas and products of structural design, one has a renewed philosophy of what architecture is, was, and suppose to be. Whether it's the state of architecture in M'sia, sustainable and environmental issues, the whole lotta 'whatt?' when it came to tectonics, fabrications, materials and aggregations, and even career paths within the career of architecture, I came out of Datum:KL 2008 a different archeeetek than before.

rynn's inscriptions i believe. my handwriting's far worse.

Comparing and contrasting, it doesn't take an expert to see the difference in terms of quality and style when it comes to the work of our local architects against the international ones. Whether it's the private firms that serve personal clients in redefining residential houses for living, or those that work on a larger scale such as towering skyscrapers that ridiculously mimic fortresses of evil in Middle-earth, local architects simply could not match that of the architects overseas who have been recognised and awarded internationally.

gosh, kijun, show some respect.

The question is, why is it so? Maybe it's the difference in landscape, or in creative freedom limited by local clients. Or simply our intricate state of affair in terms of vernacular and social context. But then again, it would simply be foolish to address the situation to be one that only occurs in our country.

With all that running thru one's diminutive knowledge in architecture, one has an impression that the problem addressed above was born from another problem, which when further pondered, might not be a problem at all, rather a predicament that we as citizens of the world have created for ourselves over the years. A situation where there's a constant struggle of prerogative, between a class of architects who designs buildings solely for it's purpose, utilizing the space of the building to allow 100% performance of it's function (the boring old box), and a group of architects with artistic dreams and ideas, some that stretch beyond logic to an extent that it is no longer practical in any sense of the word.

Would the circumstances be different and change for the good, if architecture is truly practiced; where the function of the structure is optimized 110% by the form when designed creatively and aesthetically, will architecture then progress to be appreciated more, especially in our country? Perhaps that union has been achieved before. Nonetheless, such architecture can perhaps be seen in the work of Bjarke Ingels, BIG. (excuse my humour, but i cant stop laughing at the url, rofl.)

indeed, archeeteks are camwhores.

ren

Maybe I'm being bias, since he was the solitary architect among starchitects during the talk that truly blew me away. Don't get me wrong, one was indeed pleased with the presentations of the other 9 speakers. None, however, came close to his charisma and the dynamicity of his creations, the fact that he literally took us on a roller coaster ride. Whether it's the explanation in his designs from scratch to development to completion, or his uproarious style of presentation, I can safely say that the 0801 batch of SABD had their jaws dropped in admiration.

leonardo dicaprio's balcony. rofl.

Him being the youngest speaker amongst the 10 could be another reason how one such as yours truly could relate to him and his work so effectively. Heck, all the twisting n turning he does to a simple geometric shape into an architecture marvel makes our work look so simple that it's almost child's play.

freakin lego. now that's model-making. lol.

Although, I do contradict some of his work, in a sense that certain structures seem almost impossible engineeringly and illogical against gravity, not to mention certain aspects of safety. Nevertheless, kijun will leave it to the heroic engineers to sort out them calculations as one have presented during the 2 day convention.

can sit so high meh.

vision getting blurrier due to engineering crap..

More importantly, in all sense of realism, I have this conception (hopefully, false) that one could either dream big, labour creatively overseas, and work on ingenious projects reinventing modern architecture such as the examples of BIG; or stay low in profile, employ to projects on a smaller scale for clients that pay the bills satisfactorily, clients who want swimming pools the size of a football field in a plot of land the size of a ping-pong table.

Although that may sound pessimistic, I am still very much excited by the prospect of physically designing an actual building rather than it being in a state of imagination, to be respected by peers and have people be in awe of your brainchild. One would be surprised how the architects were treated, it was as if they were rockstars. People scrambling for autographs, politely awaiting their turn to have a picture taken with the rockstar. Perhaps a situation that can only be seen in an architecture convention, but hey, I wasn't that animated. As cited by Donald,

"I'm a fan, but I'm not a girl."

..we're hypocrites. haha. Of course we had to take a pic with Hou Liang, the guy who's design for a building intended to commemorate a Pope was inspired by literally seeing into the light.

And Nader Tehrani, who speaks as if he has a PhD in all things that I do not understand about architecture.

Sadly, Bjarke left almost instantly after his presentation. No pics with him. And so, we called it 2 days well spent, of waking up ridiculously early and getting stuck in kl traffic.

0801. We don't whisper. We shout. Anyone embarassed or annoyed can myob.

hopelessly devoted to you.

2008-07-04T00:03:00.003+08:00

"The facts were these.."

Yesh. More Drama. haha. Deprived and theatrically malnourished yet again upon concluding Dirty Sexy Money, I coddled myself to catch Pushing Daisies, another new dramedy that has been receiving rather positive reviews.

And I advocate that evaluation. This show is funny shyts.!

The facts are these. Ned is a reclusive and sensitive pie-maker who averts physical contact, gifted with an odd ability to bring back the dead with a single touch of his finger. However, he can only revive that person for a period of a minute (yes, 60seconds) in which he has to touch that person again, putting the walking dead back to 'sleep'. Failure to do so will cause a death of another person randomly within a close proximity. In other words, first touch - life, second touch - death. Confused already? You'll get the hang of it. lol.

The pie-maker.

Besides running a pie restaurant named the Pie Hole (seriously, rofl..) with Olive who has feelings for Ned, Ned uses his uncanny gift for forensic purposes. He teams up with a sardonic and self-interested private investigator, Emerson Cod, who discovers Ned's convenient ability to help solve criminal cases, splitting the reward money. Reminds you of CSI.? Think again. The show usually revolves around unconventional cases with hillarious effects. haha.

The Pie Hole. rofl. I still cant get over it. haha.

"Mmmmm-hmmmmm."

"Any last words?"

The story is narrated by and unknown character, recounting the chronicles of Ned as a boy (Young Ned) discovering and learning his grim gift at the beginning of each episode. Appealingly commencing the theme to the episode, the narrator also has a knack of proclaiming the exact age and time the person is as he narrates, as if he's announcing the time of death of the person. You might not get it, but yea, I'm easily amused by it. lol.

"Young Ned was 9 years, 27 weeks, 6 days, and 3 minutes old.."

Evoking complication to the storyline, Ned and Emerson received a case in which the deceased is Ned's childhood sweetheart, Chuck (a girl, Ned not gay). After reviving her, Ned simply could not gather the courage to touch her for the second time, allowing her to live. Love conquers all, eh. As such, Ned and Chuck rekindle their love to each other throughout the series, under the condition that they can never touch each other. That sucks, big time.

Charlotte 'Chuck' Charles

A barrier to prevent them from touching. lol.

The thing that makes the show stand out is it's quirkiness (an episode is entitled Bitches, rofl). With it's visual direction akin to Tim Burton (think Charlie and The Chocolate Factory), the saturated, hypercolored pallete of colours incorporated into the sets, costumes and props is truly something. A fairy tale, story bookish chic, the lines are absurdly witty and sarcastic, with Gilmore Girls-ish speed and Scrubs-like hilarity. One even has to focus and listen attentively to fully comprehend what the characters are saying, to which produces side-splitting comics.

Whether it's Emerson's mocking cynism and 'mmm-hmmm's, or Ned's childlike vulnerability, the chemistry between the characters is unusually flawless and undeniable (albeit the fact that Ned look's like a mini-giant standing next to Olive). Not to mention Chuck's agoraphobic aunts, Vivian and Lily, who are without doubt the most eccentric bunch of characters you'll ever see on prime time television. Even the romance between Ned and Chuck do generate mushymushy-ness, as awkward as it may be. lol.

Aw, I suppose it's an alternative. haha.

Although the pilot season only boasts 9 episodes (due to you know what), I thouroughly enjoyed every episode of it, the fact that it doesn't take itself too seriously, disregarding common sense and logic. Indeed, this is not something worth killing your time over, this deserves a spot in your weekly tv watching/downloading schedule.

and we mean to go on and on and on and on..

2008-06-30T16:42:00.001+08:00

The defending champions were outclassed.

The World champions were shot down.

d'oh.

Even Villa's premature exit to the tournament was a blessing in disguise, prompting a 5 man midfield formation that dominated in every sense of the word.

At least he did secure the golden boot award, with a measly total of 4 goals I should add.

The vertically challenged Spaniards indeed defeated the history against them to prevail, peaking at the precise moment. Giant killer's Russia were humbled, and the Germans simply had no answer. The 1-0 margin could've been so easily widen.

Nonetheless, the best teams of the tournament were in the final.

Well deserved I should say, with their Arsenal-like style of play. Fancy football at it's best.

La Furia Roja. Euro victors '08. Rejoice.!

you wanna make her, suicide blonde.

2008-06-28T17:27:00.003+08:00

Been hopping around rather archeetek-ish sites + blogs recently, among them mirage.studio.7 (studio 7's populace, destined for greatness.)

And I cannot agree more, hoho..

Indeed, what Mies said does make some sense,

"Less is more"

Archeeteks, bringing sexy back. haha.

what we do is what you wish to do.

2008-06-24T00:11:00.001+08:00

The cartoon superhero comic franchise has been a given well deserved boost from Hollywood in recent years, with the majority of them featuring characters from the Marvel and DC comics universe.

Probably the most publicly received amongst contemporary viewers.

Part 3 so did not justify the trilogy.

One word. Classic. The ultimate superhero fantasy: super-strength, flight, in tights.

Never a fan. Worse among em all, if you ask me. Even the sheer awesomeness of the Silver Surfer couldn't save this bunch.

"You won't like me when I'm hungry". The sequel instantly revived the franchise.

Prolly the fav amongst geeks. Robert Downey Jr. at his best.

Oh yeah, i know you're anticipating for this one as well..

But when i stumbled upon news that a live movie adaptation of probably the only anime/manga I've watched and glorified was in store..

I laughed my head off. hahaha. Dragon Ball.!!!

kamehamehaness...

Scheduled to be released mid 2009, my first thoughts about the movie was the fact that it was a live film adaptation. I mean seriously, how the hell do you realistically style Goku's cartoonish hair in real life.?

As such, apparently. The amount of gel the production crew must've used..lol.

Personifying the embodiment of good and justice in Goku is Justin Chatwin. Yes, an ang mo. Probably unknown to a few, some may remember him as the dude from The Invisible.

Would he be wearing that hideous orange outfit, you mite ask..

Based on this pic of his stunt double, apparently he will. rofl.

Goku's long time sidekick in his Dragon Ball adventures, Bulma, is played by Emmy Rossum. Yesh, it's Christine from the most recent remake of The Phantom of the Opera. Bulma is then well equipped with the voice to go with her nagging skills.

I wonder whether dey'll incorporate the Capsule Corp. gadgets into the movie..

That's ChiChi with Bulma, alright. Indeed, romance will be featured in the movie..

Oh, and this is just comical. Casted for the role of Master Roshi, Goku's random and perverted mentor of martial arts is noneother than veteran Hongki star Chow Yun-Fat.

Somehow, you'd feel they got this spot on.

But why does he have hair.?

The villain of the movie is the Namekian character of Picollo. That being said, we can safely assume that the movie is set during Goku's teenage years, when Piccolo was still Goku's foe, that is if they abide by the comics faithfully. So we can expect to see Goku in highschool apparently. Another point worth lol-ing. Filling in the shoes, is Buffy the Vampire Slayer regular, James Masters. Interesting to see how they make him all green and all. Hope it won't be too plastic-ish, akin to the Hulk, minus the veins and all, of course

He already has the set of pointy ears..

Also in the feature is Yamcha/Yamu. Wonder why they didn't include Krillin tho, him being Goku's best friend, one much closer compared to this dude.

Although I expect the movie to be rather campy and fake, no way in hell is any shape of barrier physically or mentally stopping me from watching the movie. One just hopes that the effects would be awesome and realistically special effects-ish, with the plot sticking to the original story as close as possible. Still, you can tell that they're taking the movie seriously with plans for two sequels tabled, should the movie be a hit. Auditions for the role of Super Saiyan Goku, maybe.?

"And I.......

.......eeeeeyaiiiii....."

hahahahahaha.

I believe we have a candidate in thee. aiman started it..=D.

that's not my name.

2008-06-19T21:59:00.002+08:00

With regulars for me such as Gossip Girl, Grey's, Heroes, Entourage, and Ugly Betty on the reruns currently till the new season premieres, what is a dramatist such as yours truly, be doing without the shows mentioned on his long break.?

Dramatize on new substance, of course. hoho..

Dirty Sexy Money follows the character of Nick George, a goody-goody lawyer who's father's sudden death entailed him to take over his father's biggest and longest-serving clients, The Darlings. Nick's ulterior motive behind replacing his father as the family's lawyer was to consider the possibility of murder in his father's demise, on top of achieveing charitable deeds with the money he will be receiving from the wealthiest family in New York. Little did he know that he is indeed taking up the unforgiving task of babysitting the family's dubious and notorious acts in their hectic and very 'atas' lifestyle, neglecting his very own.

Nick is played by Peter Krause, best known for his role as Nate in Six Feet Under. Not being a follower of that particular series, my first impression of the actor is how much he resembled a young Mr. Bennett from Heroes. Right down to the way they articulate, minus the horn-rimmed glasses of course.

dontcha think.?

The head of the Darling Family, Patrick "Tripp" Darling III, is portrayed by veteran actor Donald Sutherland, father of Kiefer Sutherland, best-known for playing the lead on 24. The performance delivered was solid, making his presence felt perpetually in the show, much expected from the award-winning actor. One would be perplexed to whether he depicts a protagonist or an antagonist, as his role in Nick's father's death remains a mystery. Nonetheless, such ambiguity crafts decent drama.

The eldest of the Darling brood is Patrick Darling (William Baldwin), a politician running for Governor of New York. Drama oozes to the highest degree when one learns that he has an affair with a transsexual.

scandalouss..

The 'mistress' mentioned, Carmelita, is played by Candis Cayne, who 'herself' is a real life transsexual. oh em gee, no.? In fact, Cayne takes pride in being the first transgender actress to have a recurring role on a prime-time series. Another hollow information from E! News. haha..

Next is Karen Darling, professional divorcée. lol. Married 3 times and failed on all occassions, her role in the series is abit annoying and calafare. Nick's old flame and still fancies him. Vaguely, you know how it goes after..

whore.

Going down the family tree, is Rev. Brian Darling. A contentious man of God, Brian is amusingly a priest that does not practice what he preaches. I personally enjoy the character bury a hole for himself when we discover he has an illegitimate son. Fairly different from his siblings, one now understands why he is as such after watching all episodes aired, 10 only due to the effect of the writer's strike.

Completing the five offsprings are twins Jeremy and Juliet Darling. Being the youngest, they are as spoiled and catered to as you can foresee. Hard-living and good for nothing, Jeremy represents the young, rich and hopeless, such as Juliet. A typical socialite who aspires to be an actress. Think Paris Hilton.

One should be familiar with the actress portraying Juliet, Samaire Armstrong (pronounced as sah-mee-rah) as Seth's secondary love interest from season 1 of the OC, Anna Stern. Oh, how i miss..

California, here we come..

Letitia, wife to Tripp of nearly 40 years, does offer worthy of note turmoil into the show with a long-time affair revealed, exposing more plots of value.

Does Dirty Sexy Money live up to it's name, then.?

To a certain extent, yes. haha. The storyline is decent enough, with a correct blend of drama and comedy. Essentially a character-driven show, each character is given decent enough screentime. Although some may argue that Juliet did not, there was evidently no substance in her character's outline anyway, so no complaints here. Nonetheless, one cannot judge with season 1 yet to be completed with the main plot yet to be resolved. Still, if one had such the time as I, the show would be something worth killing your time with.

say all i need..

2008-06-16T16:16:00.004+08:00

"..is the air i breathe, and a place to rest my head"

For those who still remain oblivious, I applied for the ASEAN scholarships sometime ago, immediately after recieving my SPM results actually. Yea, abit da late compared to the conventionals who did so last year, but I was never interested in being educated in S'pore, and my scores weren't exaclty S'pore material. Nonetheless, I am never one to follow the norm. As my actual results prompted me to apply, my dad insisted I be a 'do-er', and not one who waits for things to happen to them. Which is so me. boo.

Applied, consequently recieving the letter from the MoE more than a week ago, requesting my presence for the selection tests in order to scrutinize my god-like dexterity. hoho..

The first thing that caught my eye, Mathematics Test. Feck. Pessimism gloomed all over me. You must be thinking, it's just maths right. I mean, Maths and English were indeed the 2 subjects I always manage to score in high school. Why all the negativity.? Well, that's just it. In high school. Whatever sort of mathematic, arithmetic, multiplyingishtic skill I once had were as good as gone. Vanished. Departed. Still, I made a gallant effort in an attempt to revive it. My sole-surviving kebangsaan oriented maths book. Was not even close to sufficient, as i soon found out..

So I went for the test, sited at Sunway Convention Centre, in other words, the place situated directly above Pyramid's LaLaVille. As i emerged from the escalator, whoa. Crazy amount of people. Seriously, i didnt expect that many people to attend, probably in the hundreds. No pics, couldnt be bothered at that time. They probably recalled practically everyone who applied, inflicting further demoralization, knowing that my results did not really propel my involvement in this.

In the hall, I inspected my competitors. More than half were wearing spex. Not stereotyping, but you get the drift. Whispers of people introducing each other can be heard. I soon figured out that most of them were already doing A-levels locally.

How could a now mediocre artsy fartsy-ish student with a deficiency in mathematics know-hows match against students who are ALREADY in A-levels probably equipped with the expertise of Further Maths or Spec Maths or wtv advance level of numerical calculation in a test solely employed as a mode of selection?!

So much for a maths test, I call it abuse.

Deflated, it was time for English. Yay, English. Split into 2papers, I have little complaints. Tho, we were only given 30mins to do the second paper, which required us to write a 350 word essay. ftw, i wrote like the wind.

The next day, the General Ability Test. Prior judgements, how do you test one's general ability? Can you hold a pen adequately? Can you walk backwards? Can you do a hand stand? Can you freakin count?!(apparently I cant). But yeah, turns out it was just an IQ test. Mensa-ish. Was quite a fun paper, I must admit, though one i do not intend to repeat.

And that was it. Now, i await patiently.

To be frank, i'm not even a 100% certain whether i desire this prospect, even if by some miraculous stroke of luck I am called up for the interview session. I mean, one should be thankful and rejoicing rite, to even be given the oppurtunity to prove myself worth. Right.? Yes, it is a full scholarship, but only for the pre-u studies, which means i'll have to go thru da whole shitty interviewing process for the undergraduate degree scholarship. Is it worth it? To drop half a year's exertion(a year, by the time one would have to leave the country), go thru all that pre-u hassle and subjects, then only resume my archeetekish fetish 2 years later which remains unendorsed?

For now, who knows.

Ugh, and to think I was all sciency mathsy when i first entered architecture. How ironic.

if you love me, won't you let me know.?

2008-06-13T22:26:00.007+08:00

May I pronounce to you, the return of Coldplay.

Violet Hill, from the album Viva La Vida.

When the future's architectured, by a carnival of idiots on show, you'd better lie low..

The video, a second version to the original, well-nigh vindicates the connotation of the song, portraying our political leader's amusing-yet-not-so-surprising antics, while the world continues to sink. About time a band spoke up, I'd say.

On another note, I am so dead tomorrow..

Mathematics. Why, oh why do numericals seem so foreign to me now..

what's the story, morning glory.?

2008-06-11T22:55:00.000+08:00

A classic display of counter-attacking football, fantastic build up play.

Even with Cesc starting from the bench..

The Russians were no match. 4-1 babeh.

This could finally be the year to end the very long drought.

Viva La España.!

Speaking of ending droughts..

..3 years is just too long.

The new home kit 08/09.

C'mon, you Gunners.!

fall in, one by one.

2008-06-10T00:51:00.002+08:00

Recently stumbled upon this video on hitz.tv.

Only to find out that it's been released for like a month already.

(I can't stop laughing at what Tony Fernandes was doing, haha)

Noticed it's significance, and I applaud it's effort. The fact that it ran on an RmO.00 budget reflects that our local artistes aren't just all show and buzz. Rather nursery rhyme-ish tune it has, with lyrics that don't exactly rhyme, but nonetheless a solid charity-ish song akin to "Do They Know It's Christmas" by Band Aid, and "What's Going On?" by the Artists Against AIDS Worldwide.

Couldn't really tell where the unity is cultivated, unless celebrities doing funny poses with each other are classified as "unifying". Is the message effectively conveyed in this? I guess it does succeed in getting noticed, especially among our younger and more fragile-ish generation. Heck, it is a music video n I did notice it on hitz.tv.

oh and rather coincidently, i freakin saw freakin daniel lee in my freakin condo.! wtf.!