Archive for May, 2008

So much Truth in this..

Posted in 1 on May 13, 2008 by shiying86

 Haven’t been even remotely mentioning architecture here, cos’ it has consumed so much of me, I have second thoughts on mentioning it here again. Will probably take some chaotic shots soon, since it is THE time of the semester. Counting One week to Design presentation: Museum of Architecture Australia.

Randomly got this off the net.

If you are architecture students you’ve probably experienced:
-the taste of wood glue
-changes in your vocabulary: homework to project, ball to sphere, etc
-you don’t understand how somebody can spend less than $20 at the supplies store
-you hate people telling you “go to sleep” or “do you still have a lot of work?”
-your friends and you don’t have the same concept of work “oh, well do it right before class”
-you’ve slept more than 20 straight hours on weekends
-you can easily discuss with authority the effects of caffeine on different drinks
-no matter the effort you put in a project, somebody will always say “why don’t you add this�? or “why don’t you change this here�? or “i think that…but…yeah, its ok�?
-you’ve heard all your ipod songs in a week
-you aren’t seen in public without bags under your eyes
-whenever you get invited somewhere, it is followed by “or do you have a lot of homework?�?
-you’ll dance ymca with a choreography without a drop of alcohol in your system
-you write down a quick message with rapidographs, lead holders, markers and ink
-you constantly make up excuses for courses that are not design related why you didn’t do your work
-you have more pictures of landscapes and places than of people
-your worst nightmare consists of not finishing a project
-someone once called you “lazy�? and you wanted them murdered
-you can live without human contact, sunlight, food, but if your plotter’s ink runs out… chaos!!!
-when somebody lends you a Bic pen you look down at it
-you don’t care about sports cars, your favorite car is the one where you can put in your model and your huge computer
-you design spectacular things without the idea of the cost
-you have the modern mark: a blister in your palm’s hand for the constant use of your mouse
-everybody tells you how they admire your work, “but there is no money for it�?
-you’ve gained the ability to sleep in whatever surface: pencils, keyboards, backpacks, your studio mates, food, etc
-you always have the idea that your project will always be recognized
-when you finally have free time to go out you keep thinking “who was the idiot that designed the restaurant’s bathroom?�? “who designed this menu?�? or “who designed this [chair, table, lighting, fork, etc]�?
-you’ve been at many sunrises, yet you’ve never seen one

Branko Stankovic & Jason McGee posted this… I thought it was awesome!

top 10 reasons why to date an architect

1. all night long, all night strong.
2. we are damn good with our hands.
3. if we can commit to chipboard, relationships should be easy.
4. you should see the things we errect.
5. use to doing things over and over again.
6. finishing early never happenes.
7. we know the true meaning of interpretation
8. creative positioning.
9. work well in groups
10. entry and passage are always exciting.

Architects anyone?

Revisiting Childhood

Posted in 1 on May 10, 2008 by shiying86

Do you miss those times where you actually don’t have to worry or care about anything?

How much of your childhood do you actually remember?

When i tried visualising the happy parts of when i was young, i couldn’t exactly remember anything. And no, I have no amnesia. Of course, I remember growing up, going school, the house I used to live in etc. In other words, I remember routines, but I cant seemed to recalled exact happy moments-those that you laughed so hard ur tummy hurts, or when you felt so loved by family and friends it just couldn’t get better. The event itself fail to come to my mind in a speed of light. You try it.

I know those time exist, but its been locked up in some dusty attic in this mind of mind that I had such difficulty finding the stairs leading to it. Those dreams, aspirations and belief that I was Superman and, nothing, absolutely nothing is impossible.

Now, we’re so cynical, that we just think that it’s impossible that nothing’s impossible. Too much worries, hurt and pain got in the way. So much love for ourselves ( or rather myself) has been lost that its hard to child-like again. And I don’t mean throwing mud at your friend or watching cartoons all day without caring about work-there’s a huge gap between child-like and childish.

All Images from Anne Geddes

There is also a difference between being mature and being a cynic. Something we don’t usually think much, but the act of being a cynic sometimes deters us from doing things we really want to do. “Can’t do this, I’m too old for it.” or *snigger* “I always wanted to do this, but I’m too old for it now.” Wait 10 years later, and your even older for it.

Here’s a kid’s story that tells of living the moment, such simple tale but profound meaning. I probably heard of it when i was young. I can’t remember 😉 but 10 years from now (if i live) I hoped i could tell it again.

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Peter and the Magic Thread

Peter was a lively little boy. Everyone loved him: his family, histeachers and his friends. But he did have one weakness.

Peter could never live in the moment. He had not learned to enjoy the process of life. WHen he was in school, he dreamed of being outside playing. When he was outside playing he dreamed of his summer vacation. Peter constantly daydreamed, never taking the time to savor the special moments that filled his days.

One morning, Peter was out walking in a forest near his home. Feelingtired, he decided to rest on a patch of grass and eventually dozed off. After only a few minutes of deep sleep, he heard someone calling his name. ‘Peter! Peter!’ came the shrill voice from above. As ht slowly opened his eyes he was startled to see a striking woman standing above him. She must have been over a hundred years old and her snow-white hair dangled well below her shoulders like a matted blanket of wool. In this woman’s wrinkled hand was a magical little ball with a hole in the center and out of the long hole dangleda long, golden thread.

“Peter, this is the thread of your life. If you pull the thread just a bit, an hour will pass in seconds. If you pull a little harder, whole days will pass in minutes. And if you pull with all your might, months-even years-will pass by in days.’ Peter grew very excited at this discovery. ‘I’d like to have it if I may?’ he asked. The elderly woman quickly reach down and gave the ball with the magic thread to the young boy.

The next day, Peter was sitting in the classroom feeling restless and bored. Suddenly he remembered his new toy. Asmhe pulled a bit of the golden thread, he quickly found himself at home, playing in his garden. Realizing the power of the magic thread, Peter soon grew tired of being a schoolboy and longed to be a teenager, with all the excitement that phase of life would bring. SO again he pulled the ball and pulled hard on the golden thread.

Suddenly he was a teenager with a very pretty young girlfriend named Elise. But Peter still wasn’t content. He had never learned to enjoy the moment and to explore the simple wonders of every stage of his life. Instead, he dreamed of being  an adult. So again he pulle don the thread and many years whizzed by in an instant. Now he found that he had been transformed into a middke-aged adult. Elise was now his wife and Peter was surrounded with a housefull of kids. But Peter also noticed something else. His once jet black hair had started to turn grey. And his once youthful mother whom he loved so dearly had grown old and frail. Yet Peter still could not live in the moment. He had never learned to ‘live in the now’. So, once again, he pulled on the magic thread and waited for the changes to appear,

Peter found that he was a ninety yeat-old man. His thick dark hair had turned white as snow and his beautiful young wife Elise had also grown old and had passed away a few years earlier. His wonderful children had grown up and left home to lead lives of their own. For the first time in his entire life, Peter realized that he had not taken the time to embrace teh wonders of living. He had never gone fishing with his kids or taken a moonlight stroll with Elise. He had never planted a garden or read those wonderful books his mother had loved to read. Instead, he had hurried through life, never resting to see all that was good along the way.

Peter became very sad at this discovery. He decided to go out to the forrest where he used to walk as a boy to clear his head and warm his spirit. As he entered the forest, he noticed that the little saplings of his childhood had grown into mighty oaks, The forest itself had matured into a paradise of nature. He lay down on a small patch of grass and fell into deep slumber. After only a minute, he heard someone calling out to him. He looked up in astonishment to see that it was none other than the old woman who had given him the ball with the magic olden thread many years earlier.

‘Have you enjoyed my gift?’

“At first it was fun but now i hate it. My whole life has passed before my eyeswithout giving me the chance to enjoy it. SUre, there would have been sad times as well as great times but I haven’t had the chance to experience either. I feel empty inside. I have missed to gift of living.’

‘You are very ungrateful,’ said the old woman.’Still I will give you just one last wish.’

“I’d like to go back to being a schoolboy and live my life over again.’

He went back to sleep and woke up to see his mother next to him. SHe looked young, healthy and radiant. He had returned to his former life.

Peter dashed out of his bed and began to live the way he had hoped, He went on to live a full life, one rich with many delights, joys and triumphs, but it akk started when he stopped sacrificing the present for the future and began to live in the moment.

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Unfortunately, we live in a real world, not of fairy tales. We don’t get to live second time over. Today is the day you wake up to your dreams.

The Last Lecture

Posted in Art/Inspiration/Creativity on May 5, 2008 by shiying86

This is truly inspiring.

If you want more of the story, go check out the interview he did with Diane Sawyer on ABC.