all by myself

it's about time
I have to pack my bags
and leave town...

3d print

New lighting technique I learn

What do you think?

Happy Anniversary

Walk on by.. foolish pride..

One phone call to Paris. One returned call to San Francisco.

I just can't get over losing you..

We could have made it that far.

When you see me walkin' down the street..

Last night lecture was pretty good, unexpected. Wolf Prix, I've seen him quite a lot during my stay in Vienna. One of the most jovial character and one who considers fun is architecture.

He told us a story:
30 years ago when I was still in architecture school, my teacher came to us and told us he is a Santa Claus now because he is going to build the BMW headquarter in Munich.
When I received a call from BMW people that I won the project for BMW, I immediately know what to teach my students. I went to school (die angewandte) and told my students that the best lesson you can ever get is patience, who knows one day your building will be standing beside my building the way my building is now standing beside my professor's building.

Being radical is not only thinking radical, but doing radical.


I was in Munich last Spring when BMW welt was still in construction. I thought it was ugly. I don't know what it is but it sits there.

I thought it was the ugliest thing I've ever seen, but I remember every detail of it correctly and I couldn't get it out of my mind.

Lately I've been really bummed out with thesis and studio because there's a self-expectancy to do it the right way for the right result in a quick pace. Moreover, there hasn't been enough time spent privately with the adviser regarding each projects; no guidance, not enough time, no inspiration and no confidence to deal with anything. I'm lost.. and burning out. I feel the only thing I'm really good at after 5 years of education is criticism. Nothing is as easy as it used to be all my life. There's competition, there's the dog eat dog kind of world, even among students. What's worse I'm giving myself pressure... too much pressure

=(

It's officially Fall. Yes the cold, the wind, the gloom.. and the great downfall of my thesis altogether with studio.

We used to sit in the same bus to school. It's the 154, hers to Bukit Timah, mine to 6th avenue. Sometimes we would stop buy to that supermarket in Bukit Timah Plaza for a quick sushi bite. And now she's getting married, and she wanted me home to Singapore next year in December.

One by one settles on with respective spouses. No, it's not that I want to get married too.. It's just why don't I ever find anyone who makes me feel like I want to marry him?

On Crisis

He asked me what's the center of my life. He said the center of my life would be something I put most of my time into. So I said it's school.

He said maybe it's not really school. Maybe I was using school as a reason.. to get away from everything and everyone, even him. Perhaps I did that so I don't have to face life and I make architecture my life.

He said I have a wall, a different kind of wall for a different kind of people. He said he couldn't get to me as I never let him in, "no one could". He said I am the sum of everybody's remembrance, but no one simple memory of me is exactly me.

So I wonder where I have dissapeared. When I have dissapeared. Why I dissapeared.

My friends have so much faith in me, but I don't. How ironic it is.