it’s odd. just a couple of days back, i was looking at the diverse collection of medications which had been haphazardly stashed in wardrobe, and thought “hmmm.. haven’t fell ill this semester, this is coming along better than i have originally thought. “
for the past few nights, i found myself struggling with the ever so annoying random cough patterns. self-medication isn’t working. paracetamol & codeine and perpetually sucking on lozenges. seriously, this sucks. i need uninterrupted sleep and antibiotics. i probably should have been a medical student instead, then i could stock up on flu vaccine jabs (probably stolen ones from the labs) and never fall victim again.
how naive.
oh well. time to visit your friendly local general practitioner.
i really should be diligently catching up on my readings, and probably immersing myself with design journals and poetics. or better still get started with my design master-plan. but…… it’s best that the attentiveness of most things would just shun away for now. this much needed interval, honestly couldn’t have came at a better time. so what have i been up to you ask? nothing. nothing at all. how lovely is that.
currently recording with displeasure, became yet another victim of the rhinovirus. terrible timing i know. draped in layers of thermals, i am feeling all lethargic and easily annoyed today. this aside, the week was a blast. parklife happened. crash a mate’s pres, good people (dub-steppers), had good fun at pres and parklife. eventually got lost in music i like (as usual), and the dub-steppers were somewhere in the sea of people or probably at the dub-sets. didn’t really bother me much really, i loved the lineup. i think i fell in love with alisa from tnaf. she’s quite chic.
” no one has yet realized the wealth of sympathy, the kindness and generosity hidden in the soul of a child. the effort of every true education should be to unlock this treasure. “
stumbled upon this video a friend posted today, please take time to have a look at it.
just the other day, came across two articles in the new york times, the first was about this chinese couple whom happened to be running some “charitable” children organization, they embezzled the funds intended for these children, to invest in a number of properties. their defense in court was such that they merely “borrowed” the funds and would eventually return them. i think it amounted to $2.5million or something close. the other was on “adopting” children from china and raising them in the states, there were many ethical questions raised, but often too little answers for these questions. the entire process wasn’t very transparent. it was said in some cases that the child might have been unlawfully taken away from their parents by child traffickers. what is our society coming to. seriously, this is both worrying and awful to bear witness. we mustn’t be ignorant.
if i had to choose one issue i could address, it would without a doubt, be to stop the unlawful exploitative use/trafficking of children around the world. this issue continues to dishearten me considerably.
rapid globalization and technological advancements has helped shaped the society we know of today. while the fortunate minority of the educated human population becomes affluent and bask in opulent lifestyles, the majority of the less fortunate (left behind) will bear the burden and suffer in silence. they face the adversities, working under the old frame-work of the second industrial revolution, the majority of them, innocent children.
how much long can we stay ignorant? have we truly became the age of the taller men with shorter character? as our incomes are getting higher, do our morals get lower?
i pledged myself a promise a couple of years back, me trying and failing beats the hell out of never trying. end this prejudice and taper social stratification, i will eventually make a change someday.
to the people behind all the exploitative use of children; fuck you bastards, someday we’ll make you pay dearly.
a happy man is too satisfied with the present to dwell too much on the future.
why am i here again? rather like a question of story, am i in trouble because i haven’t got a good story? maybe i don’t quite fit into these stories anymore. things are getting really dull, slothful, uninspiring & monotonous. a break is good. am really envious of you, at times like this, am rather inclined to hop on any plane and travel far away.
i will get a break soon i guess.
humor often imprisons a person inside a water lily causes volubility. wild animals give up eating regular meals in a cage. ‘i take’, ‘you come’; words nobly spliced according to the social contact until the maid falls ill.
monday morning’s amateurish masterpieces happening a tad early.
anyways, parklife is happening next weekend. stop studying for a day people!
anyways,
the week’s playlist; the joy formidable – whirring the naked and the famous – punching in a dream arcade fire – ready to start peter, bjorn & john – second chance two door cinema club – what you know portugal. the man – people say grouplove – colours powderfinger – drifting further away (rather melancholic) inara george – fools in love (rather melancholic) strokes – you only live once (the version with i’ll try anything once, on BBC live radio. it’s really good, but might be rather melancholic as well. oh well.)
and when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.
came across an interesting read earlier, with regards to architecture & design i quote,
” architecture pretends to not just respond to trends & fashion, but to cultivate & facilitate them in it’s own unique way, creating the atmospheric social agreement that is culture. “
muse worthy thought. consider the design revolution undergoing an astounding metamorphosis on a daily basis.
anyways, i should digress.
the ball was great fun. well it wasn’t really a ball after all, not quite what i was expecting really. the company for the night definitely made it awesome.
whenever things get close to perfect, people are so afraid that it’s going to change, they ruin it themselves.
an end to a rather productive week. submissions, presentations, proposals, readings.
studio: design proposal and brief for the 5 acre project site, due coming monday
symbiotica: completed readings, decided to go with anthropogenic arguement
culture of nature: reading summaries to be done, essay proposal and montage due coming friday
studies aside, apparently they’ve decided to pass a bill to ban the sales and import of shark’s fin in california! great news, considering california being one of the larger importers of shark fins outside of asia. i hope they ban it in singapore, hong kong, perth, boston, san francisco and new york.. yeah you get the point.
turns out my mates are planning to suit up for the ball tomorrow, i haven’t got my formals with me.
so here is my attempt.
ball tickets!
boring old me & the bow tie
make mask, attend pre-drinks at grande’s, drive to bakery, drink less, stay sober enough to attend studio at 9am the next day. one step at a time asile, one step at a time.
some of us are very decisive when it comes to avoiding decisions
poor decisions; thought i gave a go at the local fm frequency the other day, en-route to dinner. quite a terrible idea, should have just stuck to the playlist. i was received with kesha’s new song. what the fuck was that. music? seriously? i don’t know, maybe i am programed to not like anything.
here is my pick for drive out. (obviously not in order)
current play list; strokes – heart in a cage bloc party – banquet franz ferdinand – take me out the temper trap – fader the vines – get free rise against – audience of one metric – help i’m alive muse – time is running out the clash – rudie can’t fail the kills – baby says (acoustic)
all time is all time. it does not change. it does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. it simply is. take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as i’ve said before, bugs in amber.
in a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
shadows are falling and i’ve been here all day it’s too hot to sleep time is running away feel like my soul has turned into steel i’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal there’s not even room enough to be anywhere it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
liberation, distinctively felt today. the past 96 hours were well planned, well played. start of the finals; huge site area, endless potential – be foolish, be bold, stay hungry ball happening this weekend.
beat; arctic monkeys – cigarette smoker fiona
yesterdays;
i was looking through some readings the other day (in hopes to calm the tension), came across an interesting article referring to rené descartes’s cartesian doctrine it was an absolutely compelling article. shortly after, i found myself off course and experimenting with seemingly childish symmetry. (might be the withdrawal symptoms from the fibonnaci patterns) i started to abstract forms and rhythms of things around me, measured/mirror-ed these “patterns”. which of course appeared to have made perfect sense at that time. eventually ending with interesting geometry proportioned 5:8. thought-provoking material.
need more space
raleigh, quite the charmer
gotta go, sorry
