Wednesday, September 12, 2007
How.
They say pens are mightier than swords.
So, how,
how does one tame the written word to do his bidding,
such that, with only the flourish of a pen, he can command, console, convince, defend, and inspire.
or, on the flipside, disarm, desecrate, destroy, intimidate, and offend?
^_^
jOhn thought at 2:17 PM
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Meaning.
Have you ever reflected on your life, and wondered.
Wondered where you are going?
Wondered about how we Singaporean students are all mindless automatons, going through tests and exams, routines and motions, without any purpose in life but to work like shit until you die?
Where is the meaning, you say? I get a job, get a family, go to work everyday, go on a short holiday every once in a while, rinse and repeat.
Well, I am quite happy with my own answer.
3 years ago, with (kinda) stellar 'O' Level results, I decided to risk it all and apply to SP's Architecture course.
Why?
-because I hate exams.
-because I hate studying.
-because I hate Chinese.
-because I love to make and draw stuff.
I never once regret my decision, and aim to continue in this profession with a degree.
Why? What makes an architect special?
They go to work everyday, work like shit, and come home late and tired.
But architects can do something other professions cant - they can create on a scale much larger than any other. They create and influence society, and human life.
What is your life defined by? how is it unique?
Memories. Experiences. Acquaintances?
In today's urbanised world, unless you're in Africa or something, 90% of your life will play out in the creation of an architect.
The school whose walls you vandalised.
The buildings that whiz by the MRT train you're in.
The Starbucks and cinemas, where you often hang out with your friends.
The garden pavilion where you cuddled with your first girlfriend on a date.
The stadium where Rain held his concert in, where you and your girlfriends went mad screaming.
The dark nightclub you first clubbed in, desperately trying to look 'cool' in front of your chiongster friends.
The church in which you cried, and tried to hide it because your friend was standing beside you.
The office you had your first job interview in.
The hospital in which your first baby was born.
The spartan HDB flat you and your newlywed husband first moved into.
The department store your little baby boy got lost in.
The ...
Architects draw receptacles for human life, and a builder then carries out his orders.
In a city, buildings are where entire lives play out in, where memories and experiences belong.
So yes, that's the wonderful part. For me.
At the end of the day, after all that terrible hard work drawing plans after plans, It makes me happy to know..
Somewhere, in one of my creations,
a birth is celebrated,
a life goes through its motions,
and a death marks the passing of yet another fragile human soul,
Cheers! ^_^
jOhn thought at 2:20 PM