A Profundity

Once in a while, I go on a blog binge, meaning that I check up all the old blogs I used to follow regularly, just to see what those blog people have been up to and whatnot.

I shan't tell you which blogs I visit, some of them are really girly blogs about makeup and stuff (seriously I am not that sort of girl, but sometimes they really are so pretty, you know) and some of them are of these pretty girls who write really well and attend Oxford or something. Sometimes the blogs are mother blogs, some of them are cooking blogs. I even occasionally visit sewing blogs. I realize very few men blog, or if they do, they rarely update or I am not interested anyway. Oh except for David Lebovitz, but he's gay.

On a side note, I kept bumping into the most beautiful guy last semester and the last time I saw him he smiled and said hi, and so of course I got kinda interested, so i stalked him using the usual stalk tactics and turns out he's gay. I suppose nice, handsome gorgeous young men tend to be gay. So sad :( But I digress.

I wonder what sort of blogger I am, and if anyone chanced upon this blog would anyone care to stay?

I suppose, being myself, I would be rather flattered if anyone wanted to even read my blog, if they didn't know who I was and were interested in it for it's own sake. Rather than the interest of a friend or the interest of a kaypoh. But then inside I also feel rather worried, should many people read this blog, will I remain writing what I write or thinking about who reads it, and tailoring my writing to meet the needs of these phantom readers?

There, I attempt profundity and realize I cannot continue. I really must be myself or none at all.

Anyway, I write here two days before my results are going to be out, and I must say I have inside me a rather nagging fear that I love to brush off with my usual "Oh don't think about it, it's going to be fine." but then when it does occasionally occur to me I feel this uncomfortable feeling rearing up like a bushel of dragonflies in the pit of my stomach wondering "what if it weren't fine?"

I wrote in an earlier post on this blog (I tend to mix up what I've written here and what I've written in my tumblr sometimes) about grabbing the bull by it's horns and facing the world and that the world owes me nothing and all that. Well, I wrote that before I sent out my cvs and portfolios and prayed very hard that somehow one of these 6 firms I applied to would grant me an interview. So that was basically what grabbing the bull by it's horns meant. You know, self promotion gets kinda scary when you look at yourself and don't feel exactly promotable. So I had to (grab the bull (myself) by the horns) look hard at myself, figure out which projects expressed myself best, and put it all into a booklet to make myself look better than I actually was.

Turns out I am rather impressed with my own work at points, and I wonder why my grades didn't quite show it. haha. Oh well, maybe my standards are low.

Still, right now my stomach turns at the thought of going to work and having my employers realize they really got a noob of noobs as an employee, after my shameless self promotion during the interview, during which i forgot to mention my weaknesses and remembered only my strengths. Argh. Is this dishonest? I should have mentioned that I am not exactly a top student, but I kept saying I liked this project and I liked the other project I did and why and all that and I suppose there was an impression that the projects were actually good (Actually I really think they looked rather cool, just that for some reason my grades didn't reflect that, but I didn't mention that...)

Oh dear I feel like my desperation to get a job has made me shameless in the interview room.

But who on earth tells the interviewer that I am really bad at what I do and please don't hire me?

In architecture, it's the portfolio that matters, not the grades. That's why they didn't ask me for my grades, they told me to bring my portfolio. My portfolio looks ok.

But my grades don't! D:

I am feeling very guilty now.

My main problem in this course is guilt. I never take credit for luck...which is basically what I have to rely upon alot when designing, because you know, in creative work, you 'suddenly' chance upon a really good idea and you have no idea how it happened, and you better not mention that you didn't know how it happened.

so I happily always mention that I didn't know how it happened. so I die there.

I should have taken a course where I know what happens. Like provable stuff. Not a course that's half the person and half the work.

But oh well, I'm a Master graduate...in two days...if i pass...arggghhh...of a subject I don't really know much about (honest, I still think I don't know what I'm doing) and I wonder if everyone thinks that? I have a PhD friend and he seems to think he knows more than everyone else about his PhD topic, which I suppose is true because he's the only one who ever did research on it. He's working for NASA on top secret stuff now. So I suppose it's true. Masters is really nothing lor, wait till you get a PhD.

Okay, here I am belittling my Masters again. I better quote myself just after I finished submissions: "Seriously, I think I learned more in my masters year than in my four years getting my bachelors."

But I still think I don't know enough...there is so much more I need to learn...

But no way I'm going to get a PhD. Too much work. Haha. (Secretly I don't think I can do it @@) And no point...you are very highly educated but you only get to teach. No point. I prefer to go into business.

Which brings me to wonder what I really want to do in life. I realize one thing: I Do Not Want to be An Architect For a Long Time.

But I also know that: "I Don't Know What I Want to Do, Really."

I was thinking I wanted to be a developer instead, but one needs alot of money to be a developer, not something I can be at once. I also want to do some sort of business, not very sure what sort of business, but I do.

Then I think...But I'm a girl. Okay, I know, equality of the sexes and all that. However, if I ever did have kid, I will give up certain dreams I have to look after those kids. I think it's important.

Nohow. Life is never what you plan it to be. At any rate, at least I know God is in control.

What a long post about nothing, and not very profound either, whatever the aims of these post.

Life

http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=FCJ2CMNU What a beautiful story. If you look closer at this little boy, even though he seems scary at first, then you realize he is so beautiful, really. He is a child, like any other child.

 Imagine a person who got burnt and deformed in a fire and looked horrible...would that person say, oh i should have died? nay, the person would have said: Oh I'm so glad I'm alive!

 Ask a blind person, are you glad to be alive? And they'll say, life is so full of joy, why do you ask this?

The abortion of a child, if you look at it this way, is murder. Unless the life of the mother is at stake, and the chances of the mother living be higher than that of the child's, there is no reason to abort.

The argument that abortion is okay if the mother were 'too young' and 'made a mistake' and doesn't want her life to be ruined... well, come on, the child can be adopted. someone else can take the child. better still the mother takes on the responsibility of her own actions.

Or if a woman were raped. Well, there wouldn't be this problem if rapists didn't exist, right? Still, how much more noble should the woman let the child live, and even take the child in as her own, whatever the consequences, because the child was a child wherever the origin and whatever the memories?

In this age where everything can be attributed to psychological problems, the human race has fallen a great deal and degraded themselves.

 It is an age where every desire, they give in to.

 It is well known that children prefer to live a life that is regulated: "Mum never lets me do this. Lily's mum let's her do everything she wants. Poor thing."

Humans are actually happy to have discipline and rigor in their lives, they are most satisfied in that.

Well, this is a private blog, and these are my honest opinions, which everyone has a right to have. So yeah. signing off. and realizing that I am anti-abortion.

Grabbing the Bull By it's Horns

It's time to grab the bull by it's horns.

Life isn't going to be easy. And the world owes me nothing.

Here I am, at the brink of a new world.

And I'm shaky still, but one isn't going to be allowed to be shaky for long.

It's a dog-eat-dog world out there. And seriously, it's going to be harder than thesis.

Time to harden up, learn to pick up broken pieces by myself, learn to face the world with God by my side.

Wow. Graduating feels scary.

But with God, all things are possible!!

Well, thank God. And may my walk with Him grow stronger, and never weaker, over the years, despite disappointments and hardships, despite pain and suffering, despite setbacks and loss.

Oh I will need God's help for this!

Thesis

I suppose this warrants a post. Even on a dead blog :)

Well, thesis has been a long journey, a very, very long journey...

And at the end of it, I get this:

Talk about encouraging...haha.

Whatever it is, a new life has begun. Brave new world! How will you be?

Before that, I am going to record here, before the memory fades, how difficult thesis was. Because looking back, I'm gonna think thesis was a breeze (maybe, compared to the life ahead, thesis is a breeze...hahahaa). Whatever it is, at this point of time, thesis is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.

Two months before thesis. In school every single day from 8am (wake up at 7am) to 11pm. Closing in to submissions, I discovered bus 30 and 51 could take me home at 12:20am, so that was the time I left. Only tuition and church were distractions. 

All of us lived so long at studio that a studio pantry seemed necessary:

it evolved within a week to this:

and a short while later to this:

then even that failed, so we had this:

man, I love my studio friends. without then, I wouldn't have finished.

After this particular pizza incident, I came down with tonsillitis. Worked at home for a bit. Returned to school to work in the school computer labs, known as the dds. Tried working there for half a day then gave up when the sore throat went worse. Worked from home the rest of the day. Was in dds again the next morning. Sore throat improved a week down to submissions. Got going. 

Carol was a real angel:

Besides being my laser elf (she stayed up till 12am to book laser slots for me even when she was sick) she was also a food elf and elf encourager!! with kinder joy...haha. You will not believe how such a little thing could cheer a sad, sleep deprived thesis student. Even when I couldn't eat it because of my bad throat.

Honey lived under my table, on the warm space above the cpu.

The closer it got to panel submissions, the more sleep deprived we got. The more sleep deprived we got, the harder it got to work. It felt like pure torture. You want to sleep but you can't. Your brain is fuzzy and screaming for rest, you fall asleep randomly and once you jolt awake you continue working even when you don't want to. We began to stay in the dds and not go home. Sleeping on two roller chairs can be kinda comfortable, until you get back home and discover that clean sheets and a bed is the most wonderful thing in the world. When you actually go out of the computer lab, the sun looks so pretty. You wonder when will this whole thing end.

At points, you will want to give up. You will start chatting nonsense to the person next to you. You will start to sing randomly. You will suddenly slam the table and say: I GIVE UP. And suddenly everyone around you will look up with tired eyes and say: nono don't don't give up now just a few more days!! Just finish!!! Just finish will do, don't stop!! Just do.

And suddenly your wonderful friends wake up and talk nonsense just to cheer you up. I can't remember those conversations but I do remember it was punctuated with so much laughter. Friends are so necessary during this period. If I worked from home, I would have just given up and not submitted.

The last night, no one slept. I had one board to produce at 8am in the morning. One whole board! The rush. Clarence helped me to render one scene. Thanks Clarence. Just crazy photoshopping to complete the panels. The rush to west coast plaza in the rain to print. Tommy at scalebar was awesome (I don't work well with Tommy, but I admit, he did a great job at scalebar on submission morning. Thanks and no hard feelings.) Qian Lyn helped me submit panels when I was with Michelle at West Coast. Michelle sent me off with my panels even when she had so many panels to print. I am in awe at the unselfishness all my cohort showed despite the mad rush to personal submissions. There was no bad feeling in the mouth. We were in it together.

After submitting, Zakiah helped me pin up, even when she had already done hers and was probably dying to sleep. Walked around the panels a bit, then went back home and concussed for 15 hours. Then back to school for model making.

3 days to make a model that would normally take more than a week to do. I've tried. Thank God for the elves. 5 people helped me, Weiliang for a couple of hours friday night, Carol, Anh, Val and Eejia the whole afternoon and evening of saturday. Val and Eejia on Sunday afternoon, and Ee Jia stayed with me until 5am Monday morning until she was sure the model was nearly complete and I was safe.

my wonderful elves working hard on my model. sorry val, this one makes you look like you slack...hahaha

I got another egg of joy, haha this time from val!!! Thanks Val!!!

Ren Hui and her elves

Qian Lyn looks lonely here but her dear elf just left cos he had work...

Christy and her elves. Mind you this was taken at 2am, so the elves you see are the faithfullesst in the world.

this is the scene in the morning. kopped from ch:

must have like 20 elves working on one model. finished on time btw. awesome!

Oh btw, elves are the names of juniors (or seniors) who help their architecture seniors (usually) with their submissions. I assure you it is perfectly normal and tutors encourage the calling of friends and family to help a student with their thesis work. Without elves, it is impossible to finish. Other courses may think this is cheating, but they do not understand our workload. (Admission of QL's non-archi boyfriend (and elf): Man, I never knew you guys had to do all these...wah without help cannot finish one!) (okay, this is my own words, but he admitted it, according to QL)

ch stole my elf. 

ch's chio model and chui face (hahahahha i rather like the alliteration)

ee jia didn't want to have her photo taken. But seriously, I am terribly touched that she stayed till 5am for me. Best friend!! and that's my fairly chio model :)

damn complicated.

michell and owen. I dare say, i have never seen an elf as faithful as owen. archi juniors, do get a gf or bf from archi before you face thesis. they are the most faithful elves in the world. owen took off from work and overnighted with michelle for nearly 3 nights and rendered half her scenes. he was there consistently and worked even when michelle was sleeping. man. respect.

done! oh donee!!!!

Okay, actually I have a thesis report due tmr. byebye.

I AM SO GLAD THESIS IS OVER. I LOVE MY BED.

Hullo, I realize I forgot to mention God.

Well, I dare say my spiritual life went into slump during thesis. Especially during the end period. I did pray, but more or less sporadically. He was there, yet not there. I wonder what my relationship with God is like. I do think of Him constantly, but I tend not to mention Him all the time. 

He's just kinda there...haha.

Is this the wrong way to do things?

Hello God.

I know You are here, and You have had Your hand in everything.

:) Thank You God, thanks for all the things You've helped me with. Thank You for helping me complete thesis. Thank You for the friends You've blessed me with, thank You for the support and thank You for oh all the blessings I've received and the experiences I've been through. Thank You for all the hard work I've had to do and all the difficulties and thank You that I'm all through and I'm done and I'm alive.

Thank You for the sun in the sky, and that it didn't rain that day I was rushing back and praying it wouldn't rain until I stepped into the house. Thank You that I was sick, so I did rest and not hurt myself more. Thank You for Your constant reminders that I must be humble and thank You that I couldn't do it on my own. Thank You that I learned from thesis that I am not a one man show and that I have wonderful friends around me who love me and would do so many things for me and that I will do it for them too and I shall ask for nothing back.

Thank You that I'm alive and right now I have this future ahead of me and it's full of Your promises. Thank You Lord, thank You thank You!!

Thank You that You are everything and I am nothing and nothing I can do or not do will ever throw me out of Your sight. Thank You that You are wonderful and gracious and You love me even when I don't deserve to be loved. Thank You that I learn through thesis that there is so much I do not deserve but it is given anyway.

Thank You Lord!!!

worth fighting for

what is worth fighting for?

and what is not...

:(

i don't feel very well, and i have stomach pain.

i wonder what would happen if i were really sick...

thesis? what would happen to a year of work (okay maybe like 6 months?)

could i last another year?

what if...i had this really terrible disease...and i couldn't live for more than a year?

what would I do then?

what becomes important when there's no time left?

i know what i won't do if i had only one year left.

i won't do anymore architecture because it means barely anything to me...right now...

i think i would like to see the world a bit. maybe confess my love to someone...though right now there's really no one i think i love very much right now, i'll find someone to love just so i can do it. haha. maybe if i did that now i wouldn't be single, right? :P does love happen at first sight? i don't know...for me i guess i might just find someone to love, cos love is a choice, isn't it? a decision to love someone...not something you fall into, right?

or i just don't know what it is.

have you ever cried because a couple broke up? i think i have. i think it was because it broke all my pretty pictures of love. i thought they were a perfect couple, and then they weren't. and that dashed my hopes. i suppose that's how children of divorced parents feel. i don't even have divorced parents. anyway, i'm sitting here crying because a couple i thought would last forever broke up. i don't know why i'm crying, it might be i'm just a bit mental right now due to too much stress and worry about thesis and falling sick. and i'm getting too emotional. i should stop. maybe i need to visit a psychiatrist.

i'm not crazy, yet. but i'm depression prone, i might topple over the hill if anything happens. okay i won't. my practical side will pick up the pieces. i think i'm a very hard person to live with. i'm both mental and practical. i'm a person of extremes.

They say your defining weakness might be your defining strength.

moderation, is important. a happy medium. i read about her in A Wrinkle in Time. I remember the period i read that book, when Ah Kong was ill and mom would bring us to Singapore in batches and uncle/aunty would bring us to the library to choose books to read while mum took care of Ah Kong. I remember indulging in Fantasy at that time. It was the Fantasy period. Fantasy/Scinece Fiction. I remember a green book about mazes that I read and reread because it was fascinating. I can only remember the green cover and it's fascination. I cannot reread it because i forget the title and the story.

is this the product of delirium? i'm unsure of what i am writing about.

i'm writing of love and dashed hopes. and what to do if i had only one year left to live.

i would love to indulge in that...but i am also practical.

i'm so conflicted. on one hand i am sentimental and messy and diverted and romantic. on the other hand i am ruthlessly practical and legalistic. who am i? i don't exactly know.

i was thinking of writing about something else. the usual crap i like to spew that gives me great joy.

i tried to write a story in my head one day about a girl. and since i had only one model in my head it began to sound like an autobiography. i discovered that my life is really very interesting if i wrote it out the right way and left out all the mundane stuff.

words it seems, can deceive people terribly. one can make any person sound beautiful, or make a person sound evil and disgusting. You can do it with the same facts, you just have to create an atmosphere. I realize art and photography is the same. The addition of props and a turn of color can change the whole perception of an image. Those peripherals suggest what is not said but is there.

times have changed since this blog was begun. i write less in this manner, i write more in short gasps.

today i have been sick and i think despite my thesis i am going to write something very long and not edit it.

and don't think of beginnings or endings but write how i feel from beginning to end and never stop until i'm satiated.

writing satisfies me.

i think i like books.

oh! and did you know i love being random too!

you know, whatever i write, i might not even mean? because even though i mean what i write i don't really know what i mean.

i feel like stopping now. i have much to write...but somehow i feel like stopping. why? because i feel that what i write here really doesn't mean anything to anyone.

does it matter if it means anything to anyone? i used to think i didn't care. but maybe i do care.

i've put myself up against false humility. CS Lewis or some other respected individual said this: That True humility is not thinking less of yourself but rather thinking of yourself less. So it means i'm really rather proud because i think of myself so often.

Maybe that's my whole problem, this pride thing.

I wonder if this is getting anywhere. I don't know why I'm writing but I feel I need to clear somethings in my head and I always clear my head when I write. At least I used to. I stopped for a bit but now I feel I need it again because my head refuses to be cleared no matter what I do so I better try writing just in case it works. Not a very noble reason to write, I dare say.

Wow I feel quite proud of all the words up there, even if it means nothing.

Oh my mind is not cleared...but I feel this strange aversion to writing now.

I cannot let my feelings bind me!

Hahahaha. I feel like I'm in the Lord of the Rings and Gandalf shouts: YOU SHALL NOT PASS!

This crazy, crazy mind in me!!

Why am I so afraid of the future?

He's more than that.

I shall stop now. I want to reread it and I might as well stop.

The world defined by odors

"It is the citrus one I want," Tommy said. "With a hint of musk."

"Right-o" Dominikus smiled. He booted up his olfactory computer, a LINE, of course, designers always preferred the LINEd version. So much sleeker.

The combination of smells was a tricky business. To become a smell designer was a tedious task requiring at least four years of schooling, but to be a smell architect took at least 8 years and another 5 or so of experience before the final thesis could be written and one were allowed to generate olfactory spaces. Dominikus failed his entrance exam to architecture, hence his final decision to become a smell designer.

Harder still was the combining of tastes and smells, thus the "Chef" was one of the hardest things to become. Years ago, the mastery of sight and space had taken over the world, but that time had passed, along with the world of sound.

The chemosensory had taken over.

Sight, sound, touch! So passe!

Smell was so instant, so perceptive. Wasn't a designer meant to be intuitive! To work from something inside, and not outside. The design world was now completely intuitive! Where it should be. Designers were born and trained, but never, never, made.

Dominikus ran Olfac-shop, an intuitive computer programme where he could combine smells and put together a series to advertise Tommy's latest business venture. He had a date with Sylvia later, his girlfriend of 2 and a quarter years. She had passed her architect's exam. They had planned to become Olfactory Architects together, when they first became a couple. Where had that gone? But the practical aspects of their differing education came in handy. He was working and cash flowed in, because whatever it was, Dominikus was a very good Olfactory Designer. They could be married in another 2 years, at the rate Dominikus was going.

He whistled a tune as he touched and tuned the various molecules in the air. The sweet, cloying scent of musk. The sharp tang of citrus. Perhaps, a walnut tint would settle the Whole. It would be a desirable scent. A scent he had been working on previously returned to his mind, perhaps by including that combination he could create a completely new scent, one which would boggle Tommy's mind. It had induced the exact element of desire back then in the Olfactory Factory, and the advertisement it had been used in had been featured in "Arts" the foremost Design Magazine, which was unusual for a commercial venture.

Dominikus knew he was meant for greater things.

He saved his work, picked up his soft leather bag (Chamois, with a hint of Africa, an amazing scent, designed by a student, Mark Theis, a very promising kid) and walked out of his Working Zone and into the busy street. He had to follow Orchid street and turn off into Skunk road for a little before entering Winery street on the left, where Sylvia said she would be waiting. He liked Winery street, a very old and ancient part of the city, "well-aged, and very hippy" as Sylvia loved to say, architect-style. And the chef's who worked there were the top of their line, very inspiring for an Olfactory Designer.

Skunk Road, on the other hand, was a rather sleazy part of town. Dark and dingy, it had the cold, metallic smell of old engines and dried blood. He turned in from the bustle of Orchid Road and pulled his coat closer toward himself, enveloping his face with the expensive Damask.

Which was a type of wool and a smell, of course. Smells were woven into the threads, a wonderful way of introducing special combinations that suited each individual. Fearsome. If Dominikus hadn't become an Olfactory Designer of Wholes, perhaps he would have gone into the Garment line. He heard a rather loud sound behind the walls of skunk street, some shouting, but enveloped himself further in the folds of his damask, separating himself as much as he could from the skunk zone.

Winery Road at last. Dominikus frowned to himself. Smell, so fleeting, gone in an instant, but sometimes pervasive. Unfortunate, that smells were molecular. The stench of Skunk Road still hung around him. But ah, he had arrived.

--extract from A World Defined By Odors, by Faith Zhou

Happy Valentines Day!!!

I can't wait to tomorrow
This feeling has swallowed me whole
And know that I've lost control
This heart that I've followed
Has left me so hollow
That was then, this is now, yeah you have changed everything

Everytime I see your face
My heart takes off on a high speed chase
Now don't be scared, it's only love
That we're falling in
I would never do you wrong
Or let you down or lead you on
Don't look down, it's only love
Baby, that we're falling in
--Falling In, Lifehouse

:) Happy Valentines Day everyone!!! :DDDDDD