Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Missing you, already!


You know that feeling when you miss something/one that sits right before you. in front of your eyes, knowing that you prolly won't see it again.
That is exactly how I feel right now, as I stroll down every park and street of Melbourne. I am already missing Melbourne! oh, how heavy this heart of mine! Maybe I won't come back here... or even if I do, it'll be in a far unthinkable future. I love this place, but there's nothing for me here. 5 years, and it should be it. 3 weeks left, everything begins to get sentimental... like every petal of a rose given by a lover. I want to remember you forever...

Oh! I know I'll miss you. I know I'll miss you dreadfully.
I don't really wanna leave you. but I have too. I don't belong here.

My dear, I have to go back to where I used to be.
But you, in my heart... will always be near.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

A Possum is Not Awesome

Imagine waking up to a possum staring right into your eyes. His/her face so closed to yours. The eyes glistened as they pierced right through you. 

No no no. Maybe it wasn't the stare that woke you up. It was his/her fur that brushed against the bare skin of your arm. It was a momentous touch that happened for only a tiny second of your life but left a permanent effect on the spot where the intact had occurred. It was fast, instantaneous... perhaps it was longer than you realized for you had been sleeping when it began... but you woke up as you felt the caress... you thought it was a dream...

and you opened your eyes.... there, a possum of a size of a fat cat... standing on your bed, in front of your face. Glaring at you... eyes to eyes....



I wished it was an imagination, I wish it was dream. But it wasn't....


I am Zoophobia. 
I jumped off a chair when a cat passed through my legs. I borrowed other people bathroom for there was a dragonfly in mine. I woke my dad up in the middle of the night to catch a frog in my toilet back at home. I cried when I saw a kangaroo running towards me in a the Wild Life Park. I had weeks of after effect on my palm after forcefully attempted to feed a wallaby. I am scared of animals.

Now tell me, how do I forget what happened last night. I still feel the touch of the possum in my arm. 

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!


I think I'm a bit psychologically damaged now. There's inconsolable 'geli'-ness that I can't get over. urgh! 

The possum previously used to stand outside of the windowpane, for hours... and stare into the room. I never thought he/she would have such a courage to get into the room, onto my bed! and last night, when I woke up and switched on the light... he/she run out frantically to the same spot outside the window pane, turned back to me and stared innocently... like, like... like it never came in. huh! belakon!!!


Lesson: Shut the windows properly at night. 

For those who do not know what a possum is, here's a photo of it... and a wiki link...



urghhh! tgk gambar ni pon rasa nak muntah and nangis. 

I need to jerit one more time...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!



I need a way to get this geli-ness out of me. Help!


Friday, November 18, 2011

About Worrying



It occurs that what worries us the most isn't really about not getting an opportunity to do something that we wish to do, but rather the decision we made upon every chance presented before us. We human, worry about consequences, for it is a lot easier accepting the fact that something is not meant to be ours given the matter remains out of reach. But once an effort was made... we worry about not getting things right or achieving what we had imagined we would achieve before the decision was made ... we human, worry about failure.

A famous quote says that...


“Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.”


Yet....
There is only a single 'what if...' if we denounce a chance and that is..

"what if I had taken the chance to..." 


but it would be hundreds of them.... if we had walked the path....


"what if I did not say that....
"what if I took it slower....
"what if I have tried harder.....
"what if I am a lot forgiving....
"what if I had said No...."







at the end of the day.... we suffer the same.




Friday, November 11, 2011

The Tamed Giant of Kuala Lumpur



Here's my final project for everyone to have a look at. Click on the image for a larger view.






This project is a polemical response to the Malaysian Government’s proposal to build yet another mega tower as a landmark for Kuala Lumpur in the Petronas Twin Tower tradition. The proposition responds to significant public disproval by providing an alternative design to the existing 100-storey mega tower proposal, and in turn seeks to answer whether built form, other than a high rise tower can become a landmark for a city or region? 

The critical architectural act is defined by a simple and vernacular process of ‘braiding’. In this case the two separate towers of a Petronas Complex are ‘braided into one’. The two are bonded, separate things united, unity suggested. This is envisaged as an appropriate landmark metaphor for a multi-racial country.

A further insight is possible...imagine this...the mighty tower now lies prostrate. It is reclaimed by Kampung Baru, the last remaining urban village in KL. It is as if the tall, proud capitalist giant has humbled itself to the low, almost slum like urban nature of the traditional village. Between then and now the traditional village has reclaimed the tower for its own. Big and little, Rich and Poor dwell together. 

“The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together, and a little child will lead them.” - Isaiah 11.6

And the outcome? A tamed giant, a 12 storey, strangely familiar built form nesting into the medium rise zone on the outskirts of Kuala Lumpur.