Had my first Japanese tutorial today :) 'twas really funny, and i think i contributed to the jokes unintentionally (i announced to the class i was Malaysia ala "watashiwa mareshia desu" the right way would be "watashiwa mareshia-jin desu") you see i so patriotic. and i was late for class due to my scalebar shift (hmm, scalebar shall close at 5.45pm every Tuesday from now on) and now i learned a new word: "okurete sumimasen" which means "I'm sorry for being late" for the wrong reasons.
but very interesting experience. i'm glad i took jap, cos it opens up ways for me to be silly and everyone forgives me cos everyone is just as blur as me :) and hai!! i shall add desu to the end of every sentence because that is polite.
i hope i can keep up with the workload...
and to be cryptic:
Ask
Ask the loveliness of the earth,
ask the loveliness of the sea,
ask the loveliness of the wide airy spaces,
ask the loveliness of the sky,
ask the order of the stars,
ask the sun,
making daylight with its beams,
ask the moon tempering the darkness of the night that follows,
ask the living things which move in the waters,
which tarry on the land,
which fly in the air;
ask the souls that are hidden,
the bodies that are perceptive;
the visible things which most be governed,
the invisible things that govern—ask these things,
and they will all answer you,
Yes, see we are lovely.
Their loveliness is their confession.
And all these lovely but mutable things,
who has made them,
but Beauty immutable?
- Augustine
Sermons 214.2
My walk back and forth from studio has transformed into something quite lovely. a short walk it is, but i just love it. I think it's the many different sights i see as i walk along this route. the different flora, the steps leading to small stairwells that contain a table and benches. i really wonder why people do not sit there...perhaps ingrained in people are the idea that stairwells are places of transition rather than spaces to stay? oh but i want to linger! to meander and enjoy the different flora that embrace the spaces, spaces that are open yet enclosed by soft edges that express a sense of privacy to those who choose to stay.
i love also the high columns that support the bridges in engin. it cannot but hit me that if the architectural language were just changed a little the space might bring to mind the idea of the movement of time, the gargantuan supports that yet seem small and unnoticeable because of it's relative size to the building itself. and i don't know why but i do love the seemingly impractical slanted roof that sits above the meandering stairwells that i love! yet i suspect it may have structural importance.
well!! my writing skills cannot do justice to the feelings i feel when i walk that path. and every little bit of that path brings me a different, new delight! i saw new mushrooms today, clustered along with delicate yellow flowers as i walked in the slightly cold, misty morning sun...oh so beautiful it is.
if i could choose i would want to be a poet foremost, a musician second...but since all failed i figure i shall try my darndest at being an architect...and if that fails...i shall ask the Beauty immutable...and perhaps the striving was the destination itself.
but very interesting experience. i'm glad i took jap, cos it opens up ways for me to be silly and everyone forgives me cos everyone is just as blur as me :) and hai!! i shall add desu to the end of every sentence because that is polite.
i hope i can keep up with the workload...
and to be cryptic:
Ask
Ask the loveliness of the earth,
ask the loveliness of the sea,
ask the loveliness of the wide airy spaces,
ask the loveliness of the sky,
ask the order of the stars,
ask the sun,
making daylight with its beams,
ask the moon tempering the darkness of the night that follows,
ask the living things which move in the waters,
which tarry on the land,
which fly in the air;
ask the souls that are hidden,
the bodies that are perceptive;
the visible things which most be governed,
the invisible things that govern—ask these things,
and they will all answer you,
Yes, see we are lovely.
Their loveliness is their confession.
And all these lovely but mutable things,
who has made them,
but Beauty immutable?
- Augustine
Sermons 214.2
My walk back and forth from studio has transformed into something quite lovely. a short walk it is, but i just love it. I think it's the many different sights i see as i walk along this route. the different flora, the steps leading to small stairwells that contain a table and benches. i really wonder why people do not sit there...perhaps ingrained in people are the idea that stairwells are places of transition rather than spaces to stay? oh but i want to linger! to meander and enjoy the different flora that embrace the spaces, spaces that are open yet enclosed by soft edges that express a sense of privacy to those who choose to stay.
i love also the high columns that support the bridges in engin. it cannot but hit me that if the architectural language were just changed a little the space might bring to mind the idea of the movement of time, the gargantuan supports that yet seem small and unnoticeable because of it's relative size to the building itself. and i don't know why but i do love the seemingly impractical slanted roof that sits above the meandering stairwells that i love! yet i suspect it may have structural importance.
well!! my writing skills cannot do justice to the feelings i feel when i walk that path. and every little bit of that path brings me a different, new delight! i saw new mushrooms today, clustered along with delicate yellow flowers as i walked in the slightly cold, misty morning sun...oh so beautiful it is.
if i could choose i would want to be a poet foremost, a musician second...but since all failed i figure i shall try my darndest at being an architect...and if that fails...i shall ask the Beauty immutable...and perhaps the striving was the destination itself.
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