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"If I never met you, I wouldn't have liked you.
if I didn't liked you, I wouldn't love you.
if I didn't love you, I wouldn't be missing you,
But i did, i do, and i will."

anonymous.

“Sometimes you've got to let everything go - purge yourself. If you are unhappy with anything . . . whatever is bringing you down, get rid of it. Because you'll find that when you're free, your true creativity, your true self comes out.” Tina Turner

was pleasantly surprise to receive a message from my studiomate from the studio i was in while on exchange in sweden. and she has forwarded me this attachment...apparently, our designs during that exchange semester got featured...hahaha!!! wooooppppeeeeee, our first article appearance...haha!!! maybe thats the kind of difference in arch. education here and in scandinavia, they seem to appreciated the work and effort; sweat, bllod and tears students put into their projects and really embrace the wildest of all ideas even it its like fantastically concepture and practically impossible (unless with infinte budget)....but thats really an encouragement for students to be inspired in design. think they try to encourage students to learn to be inspired and think out of the box and be as creative as possible, and then with a wide creativity base, slowly reel them in with practicality.....better then killing their ability to thing creatively with all the practically immediately...no??....

anyway, i did tell myself then during exchange that i should really do hat i want and not be bobbed down by what other expect...since it does affect my CAP and its quite impossible to fail unless you're incredibly "gifted".....so i when curvy and organic-form crazy...and tadaaaaa......like Cook's Kunsthaus in Graz, Austria......except it is straddled across a major railway track and is cladded with wood, enveloping a steel frame warehouse which was listed as one of the 100 endangered site in the World Monument Fund. but definitely gonna be shot-down and buried six-feet under if i've attempted it over here....

anyhoooo....the Red Lobster is the project of the studiomate who sent me this, Alina, from germany and current taking a year out in Stockholms.

the actual URL: www.tunabyggen.se

My Boutique Toilet....look like its inspired for the form of a condom meh??.....sigh



Today was studio debrief...once again, the final mark that another semester has gone by. reflecting back, it seemed that this semester was the most restless and uninspiring out of the lot......not really sure whether its because of the 2 months internship that has readjusted my views to the real working world, or whether its because many are away this sem, and things around studio just ain't the same without them around. but all in all, i do feel that we DTM has the best tutors of all...at least they are somewhat constructive and clear on what to do...and thinking bout stuff now, i think i can say that i'm pretty happy with what was achieved and done this sem. though i clearly didn't feel that way when i was doing it, especially those few days before submission. oh welz......


after a little photoshop, WAAAALLLLAAA!!!! everyones there...hahahahaha!!!

oh, and BU is finally over....YEEEAAAAA!!!!!!! BU can go kiss my BUtt lo....think its really a BUnch of BUllshit that we got BUmped into BUrdening and it totally BUchered whatever remaining inspiration we had this sem. Who's in for some BU note BUrning and BUry ceremony??

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sigh.....wanted to sleep early, but failed for days...
wanted to wake up early, but also, failed for days...
and all this is because of to letters i've come to really really detest...
BU!!!!!!!!!

BU!!! makes me wannaswallowawholebottleofsleepingpillsandgodie;
BU!!! makes me wannasprinttothehighestfloorandjumptothetarmacbelow;
BU!!! makes eatingupabagfullofratpoisonlookverytempting
BU!!! makes jumpinginfrontof96whenitdrivesupthebusstoplookfun
BU!!! makes myolfabladelooklliketastym&ms
BU!!! makes me wannasomesaultoutthewindowduringtraining

seems to me like BU should not be named Total Building.........
maybe it should be Introduction to Creative Suicidal Tendency and Methods......sigh.....respectrespect to all who can take it lo....

think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts......
wooooooooooooshaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............

dunno bout you guys, but there are times i just feel like venting anger, or frustration, or just sheer boredom...
and bottled up emotions such as these aren't the most healthy thing to...well, bottle up...
whacking, punching,boxing, kicking, basically just inflicting destruction and chaos is a very tempting way to relieve such urges...
but, since we can't really resort to such violent in real life without getting into realbigbigasinwillcomeandbiteyouinthebackside trouble,
here's a good website to got do it.....have FUN!!!


http://www.funny-city.com/1725/
*just imagine your tutors face, or the face BU would hav if its a person...and whack away!!!

the reason for a sleepless saturday night though studio's over, and i've not started studying yet. never knew we could do totally nothing significant from 11pm to 7am...hahaha!!! wonders of technology....=]


ding ding ding.....we got an idea!!!

once again...caught sleeping on camera...


wats lloyd doing??


when we were stoning.....

Got Mug??


peace out=]


anyway, today on the way to PA for rehearsal, was listen to the Jack and Ray on Car-tunes with Jean , and it struck me how simple songs and tunes can evoke immensely unpredictable emotions. its stirs up memories long gone, of happy times, and of sad. it brings up faces of people you once met; faces of people you wish could be by you now; faces of people once in your life, but due to reasons known and unknown, have left you; faces of people who mattered; and faces of people you really miss.

at some point in life,
u often ask yourself who are those really important to you,
and you could never imagine life without them around.
and you question yourself on how you were able to survive before they appear in your life....

DDS South Asia

our office, our dining room, our bedroom, our entertainment room, our study etcetcetc

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Here's something interesting my dad forwarded me....very enlightening i must say...


The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be Here are some facts about the1500s:

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water..

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals

would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying . It's raining cats and dogs.

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway Hence the saying a thresh hold.

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and! did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old..

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat..

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead p oisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground

and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a ..dead ringer..