HOUSE

i love the show. its so far the best medical show i've seen. i personally hate hospitals, im afraid of needles, the clinic/ hospital smell gives me the creeps, and doctors aren't to be trusted.
but somehow i still enjoy watching HOUSE. i've decided to limit myself to one show during the weekdays ( weekends depending whether there's a good movie on). and the choices i had from were Cold Case (hot chic), Law & Order: SVU (interesting cases), CSI (somehow you'll get glued to it), and Numbers (i love cop shows with a twist). in the end i picked HOUSE, due to the fact that its on a wednesday (my midweek break day), my GF is a med student (i can so relate to), Dr House is cool, and i love the whole guessing/suspense thrill of it.
i think Dr House is cool, and i love his obsessive behaviour towards his profession. hoping one day i would be as obsessive and compulsive towards my field in Architecture. not really i way of trying to give the client the best, but just to satisfy my complacent ideals of how things should be. And in some strange manner, i'm enthused to break my limb just so i can walk with a cane. then again, i take that back... taking pain killers for the rest of my life aint really the sort of routine i would like to live in.
okay, back to reading my article on 'Transcendental capitalism & the roots of paranoid nationalism'.
oh! and i cant wait for tomorrow... we're having a slide show in the studio. i love slide shows. being able to guess if i remember/ know the buildings makes me feel gifted.
oh, and heres a trivia for you architects...
who designed the Rialto Building a.k.a the tallest building in Melbourne?
someone told me that it was I.M Pei, but apparently it isnt his work.

SMAP... idea

week 4. a wednesday morning where i dont have classes for the whole day. made myself a sandwich and coke, i reckon the caffeine in it would keep me moving. and ofcourse as usual blasting the SMAP cd... hehe. 'BLUES MASTERS KILL...'
anyway, highlight of the day would be going back to the studio to finish up on the site model. so what have i learn in studio for this week... hmmm, how to mix the rubber cement and solvent together to form glue!! mamamia! well the outcome is you get a sort of glue that has a UHU glue texture but a mounting spray's sticking quality but only stickier. and the fume smells wonderful!! woohoo... i get a tingly highness everytime i run the bottle by my nose. well... thats probably how architects be able to come out inspiring designs, just like rock musicians with their heroin.
other highlights for the week... tomorrow's studio class, wonder what other interesting stories would our tutor share with us... well there is this one story he told us regarding one of his projects.

It was when they were working on the Peralta college at Oakland around the 1960-70s. the team was coming out with various schemes etc, and one day this british fella just showed up in the office and asked for a part time job at the firm. he was having his summer break then and decided to visit the states. and so since he was already there and the extra hand would always be useful they hired him just for the Peralta project. so for weeks they work on the project, the brit boy did skecthes blabla, and everyone was having fun at the same time getting to know the fella. until after a few weeks, the brit boy say he had to leave to continue his tour around the south region. and so he did, but by that time the project scheme was almost done.
weeks after the brit boy had left for mexico. suddenly, he turns up at the office. he had finish his tour around the states and was returning home. but decided that he had to come back to the office, because something had been bothering him and it wont be nice to leave without telling the design team. he told the design team that he was actually a second year optometrics student in london...

okay, this story was probably very boring to all of you. but to me i thought it was pretty interesting when he told us about it.
anyhow! friday's highlight... we will be discussing about australian aborigins during our postcolonial class, and bible study with ltc participant at 3pm and 5pm with jon. okay okay... i better scoot off to uni now.

Buzzer beater...

had korean bbq for dinner at JM's crib and it was marvelous. it's always convenient when you have non-stick. well, next weekend its steamboat at my place. reason for having it at my place... cause they've installed a new intercom buzzer!! i have been living without one for about half a year, and its great having a buzzer coz you can let your guest in without the hassle of running all the way to the front door for them. hehe, so by having it at my place, all the LTC facilitators can use the buzzer... ooohhh! im so excited!!

the committee extracted a new member from my cell which they had actually just assign her to me last friday. what the...!? well it could be that she wanted the transfer. i mean my cell aint that hospitable anyway. the girls in my cell are just not friendly at all... actually no one is, i suspect its probably because she was msian. and i thought cell was finally going somewhere.
another thing to worry about is my other male cell member.... might have doubts of OCF... maybe... i dont know. i wont blame him anyway. who doesnt.

last saturday at LTC, we had a guest panel of senior OCFers talking about yours truly... OCF. cept... what the heck was Wang Wei doing up there?! anyhow, it was interesting that some of them had their doubts in staying, yet still did. all because of my driving force that somehow compels them to stay. im still deciding whether or not i should as well. i was keen on leaving, but because of the power of ONE... i decided to postponed. however now, if that one leaves... then should i? where would i go? ahah! interesting question... where?! mayb i should start my own SCF.
well, im currently helping out in LTC (JM's ministry). its a course where we try to turn these little imps into (potential) leaders. exciting place. this might give me wider perspective on things at OCF maybe. atleast my partner is keen and dedicated, that for one is encouraging for starters. now we'll have to see how these little brats will do.

chatted with an old college CF friend- Noah. he wasnt really a good friend of mine. but he hung around with me coz he was interested in Jenny Choo. haha, i can still remember those times everytime Jenny tried to avoid him, it was slightly creepy. worse still, he had a twin brother who was as well vaguely interested in her... haha. funny stuff. anyhow, he's into TV production now, asked him to recommend me when does get to produce any movie. wont mind trying my luck in the entertainment industry. hmmm... *slurp*

Heterotopian culture...

And you thought Frank Gehry was the only one who could do weird tectonics. btw, Gehry is apparently going to collaborate with Brad Pitt to design a 1930's sports center... what the..?! wonder who the engineers are going to collaborate with... Britney Spears?!( hit me baby one more time indeed.)

Apparently, Gehry's Ground Zero's Memorial was scraped. and so calatrava inserts his many collection of monsterous anatomy structures.

Something i might had done for my Rompin Project. hmmm.

friday. the last day of the week/ classes, and my postcolonial studies day from 10 to 2pm. im blasting JM's Smap CD (if u don't mind)... i have no idea why im so seduced by their sparky music, adding to the fact that don't understand a single word they are saying. they rarely use words like Arigat-to... Sayona-ra... Koni-chi-wa... sumi-maste... et cetera. so hard to relate to them in a lingual sense, sigh.

im supposed to tell the class a theoretical problem i'm interested in exploring for my essay topic for postcolonial studies. i have no idea. but context wise... M'sia probably.
well i better get cracking.

FFT: Australian Architecture = Kiasu Architecture

week 3...

studio is going to be interesting, i hope. we'll begin model making, erecting up the 1:500 site model in the studio. and our lovely studio leader will teach us how to make quick models... apparently its possible to built up a model in 15 seconds, however, i wont be surprise if it was a box. doing work in the studio classes is good, and if everyone is force to do it together right there right that instant. things feel like its being done, finally we're going somewhere in our process.
later in the evening, sector steamboat. exclusive meeting with the other cell leaders within the sector.
currently reading "the cyber cities of Malaysia: Realising the Vision" by Azman bin Haji Awang. and i think ICT is stupid and rediculous, especially when it'll probably affect the architectural aesthetic industry. if no one is going to move out of their comfort houses... might as well we just built a front facade pasted on our sterile white box buildings. heck, nobody's gonna use it anyway. portal frame factories would re-replace the deserted shopping malls. my personal oppinion, Putrajaya sucks... the planning system is so yesterday. and to think that it was designed by a chinese.
malaysian architectural concepts:
KLIA- airport in the forest
KLCC- tower next to garden
Putrajaya- City in the garden (garden city)
ken yeang buildings- green skyscrapers/ groundscrapers (bushy buildings)
etc...

my point? no idea...

things you do on wednesdays...

01. wake up
02. shower... etc
03. pass control to carparker
04. get a hair cut
05. find HY to burn photoshop CS
06. site visit (building heights)
07. prayer meet (1-2pm)
08. errands (after hours carpark, bookshop, bills)
09. Library (read up for multicultural/ postcolonial studies, and check out journal-Place)
10. Tennis with Jun
11. Shower
12. prepare/ cook dinner
13. finish up on Bauhaus building analysis
14. gather/ compile information for thursday's studio
15. read "other" resources (tentatively)
16. sleep

ah! which reminds me, i have not confirm my air flight back. and i've got City library books/ cds to return.

full house...

its the second week of the semester. having girls in a design group is very useful, very hardworking and always in a paranoia state of mind. they will do all the administrative and calculation work. working out everything in great detail. me being the guy... will ofcourse do the "manly" task... which is... moral support.
anyway i'll continue to read up my reader.

photo: guess whos a medical or architectural student. (background: parliament building)

Best of You...

the song just keeps singing in my head... "the bes... the bess... the bessst of youuuu!!!!" since the day my brother introduced the song to me. not having a radio just cripples my updated music info. well apparently its THE most popular song now, i hear the song playing everywhere i go... in the music shops, allen's music shop i heard one of the staff singing the tune, pass the construction site i hear them workers playing it on the stereo, on the street people humming the tune, my laptop, and from my very own mouth. everytime i hear it... i feel like bursting out to sing along. but i cant, its indecent, not a conservative asian thing. dave grohl is a real genius, genius to the bone. just like my funny bone, which compliments my awesome humour. okay... that was pretty redundant. goes well with my L-bone... okay... another irrelevant remark.

Anyway, i've settled my subject controversy, decided to opt out from the philip goad seminar and sign up for multicultural/ postcolonial studies. by doing this, i end up with only one off weekday, instead of my previous 2 days off. atleast i get wednesday off, which is a good mid-week break for my "heavy" schedule.

i actually had something to blog about but its totally slipped out from my mind.
but regarding the new spencer st station [pic], i realise theres a meaningful reason on why its built it that undulating manner. finally the building has meaning, well sort of lar. what is it with aussies and undulating ceilings.

last words... FOO FIGHTERS kicks arse.

first day... of misery

first day of uni was a ludacris hazard. went to my first design lecture gathering to choose my design subject, and it was horrible! the timetable i downloaded from the net was totally irrelevant to this semesters studio classes. apparantly the one on the net was not updated and it was still last years timetable, which caused me to rethink my schedule all over again, causing subject clashes. and i wasnt at all remotely interested in any of the design projects offered. and because of my timetable clash, i had limited choice out of the 15 studios. we were asked to write down our 5 top preference, but i could only write down 3, cause those 3 were the only available slots for me. then again i couldnt be bothered of the projects, and ironically ended up with a Bauhaus project (my last sem's project was a bauhaus project, and i distinctly reminded myself not to fall into another german bomb shelter). fate has its paradox.
then after the selection i went for my next class, which apparently turn out to be a masters standard history sub. its terrible!! the subject itself is interesting, but the workload is crazy, especially for a guy who is beginning to drift away in his mental realm.a thesis paper in one semester!? i might as well just camp at the faculty building, besides since we do have an allocated studio space for our own, i might as well just do that... :-( i better reconsider taking up that subject, really hope theres space for the sculpture workshop.
later that, i realized that now there is another problem. another time table clash... again!!

okay, im not complaining...

Fat and Lazy...

Manji, originally uploaded by jQk.

been checking out this new comic- Blade of the immortal. its a pretty good manga. one of the best graphics ive ever seen (i still have no idea why ppl go gaga over Naruto, i personally think it sucks). the pencil rendering/ sketching is superb, has got that sort of edgy rough touch to it.
the story line aint to cliche as well. the action and killing is so unpredictable. aint like the sorts like samurai x, new macross, dragonball GT... etc, where characters rarely or never meet their doom. this is definitely in my list of best manga graphics and story... along with dragonball Z, SlamDunk. i think the drawings surpases the other previous 2.
apparently it won the Will Eisner comic industry award and the Media Arts Award. i think slamdunk won the media arts award before.
oki the storyline is basically where the men are slaughtered and the women raped. but the rest of it is pretty interesting.
cant wait to find out who the Mugai-Ryu assasins really are. exciting.
and i to think that good comics would never exists nowadays.

Blade of the Immortal...

holidays are almost up. only 4 days to go before school starts, and that reminds me to make sure i be at uni on friday.
i've just sent out an application to one architecture firm located at St. Kilda. not putting high hopes on it, just pushing my luck on everything that comes by now. having said that, i wonder if there would be anymore jobs coming along when the sem starts.
a friend of mine called me 2 days ago, asking me if i've got a spare bed for him in august. i'm not very keen on this guy coming, being the precedent incident last year when he came to stay at my place (slept in the same room as me), had a hard time aiming for the toilet bowl... which he got it 6 inches shy of the target (aint got enough pressure or strength in the morning maybe). and he's got serious body odour, that can get to you from a mile away. and his specialty is chatting... loves to talk about practically everything that mostly have to do with him. hmmm... i asked him to check out other options first, but he seems to try and lead everything back to my crib. heck, i'll just have to tell him that my taiwanese housemate is a racist, and he's colored blind. oops.
speaking of taiwanese housemate, im suspecting now that he smokes in my toilet while he poos. clues? the bathroom window is wide open, my toilet roll thickness is decreasing, and my towel smells of tobacco, oh! and there shit remnants in the bowl... which doesnt look like mine (mines dark chocolate)... ooookay no one really needed to know that. but damn its irritating, it was much better when he was gone, or before he went back.
next thing to worry. July camp. am really uninterested in going, far away... for a fee. i would had no doubt in moving my ass miles away if it was paid for. sucks being a cell leader... "duty calls" or maybe not. i think maybe i shouldnt be there, let them cell members of mine move with them own 2 feet and not cling on each other, get to know them other hipo peeps. whoa, im convincing myself that this IS going to be my last semester there. nomore hanging out there after that.
hmmm but i cant move to parkville. found out that the Mak's son goes there... spineless prick. anyway!

oh. the whole household is here...

Howl's moving castle...

Chadstone ain't as big as it is said to be. but maybe the arena ain't big enough to conquer if you haven't got the dough to venture. however, i really love the glass dome that spreads across the ceiling, using the sky as a ceiling feature/ daylighting, it reminded me of the crystal palace.

pls check out my photo album. just posted up some food photos. yum.

we decided to have tea before we headed back to the city from Chadstone. and i had mars bar cake with a mochacino... the slice was huge! as big a slice as the one they offer at Westin. i had been eyeing on the cake since we passed by the cafe several times as we try to find our way around. all day long i was thinking of the cake, wondering when i be able to eat it. it wasnt as great as i'd expected, but still the slice portion was enormous, it lasted me all the way till 10pm.

after conquering Chadstone, we realize that we were way ahead of schedule, and decided to visit the Casino at Crown. we strolled around the Casino observing all the poker faces giving their best luck. then we were offered 10 dollars each for gambling for free. excited we were. so we agreed that we should use the voucher to win our dinner meal. we walked around all the black jack tables trying to find the right dealer that we think would make our money's worth. we decided on this asian lady, heck! we had nothing to lose anyway. 10 dollars... dissapeared right in front of our noses in less than 50 seconds... how humiliating it was. thought we would stand a chance, thinking luck would be on side for our first try. not only did we lose the money, we did it in 5 cards... 25 points... greedy idiots. should had taken our chances when we were at 15.
suckers.

Today...

today. jm has left back to singapore once again. so now its juts me and paul... ebony and ivory... lala. it was interestingly enough, pretty exciting. we were supposed to go down to smith street to check out the nike warehouse, but by the time we were ready to set our journey out from the house, it was already too late to begin. but there were always other activities to do. for instance... poaching tennis balls at melbourne park. we manage to collect 9 tennis balls at the show courts... thats about 3 tubes. scavanging around the place... i guess theres a reason why the bushes at the park are torny and prickly. but that didnt stop us for pulling out balls underneath the prickly bushes. dad would be proud of us... he would probably do the same as well if he was here.
we took quite awhile at melbourne park... since it supposed to be very historically important, oh says paul. after that we just bum around the city, and went supermarketting before we headed back, and got lucky too... managed to catch the city circle, even though it was after 6.
*okay im trying to persuade anton to come down melbourne.... hope this would work out*
and dinner... paul VOLUNTERED to cook pasta goreng... which he insist that his meatballs is worth challenging Jm's. anyway, i'll post them up once i got my food album going.
this reminds me... time to reload my calling card. the parents should be wondering by now, why hasnt their boys called.

Lazy saturday afternoon...

it has been awhile since i've log into my blog. paul is here in melbourne, and nothing pretty exciting has happened... 'cept visiting the uni, borrowing comic books, renting DVDs, watching Batman Begins (which happens to be a pretty good flick), and lazing around. the weather's been real cold, not a very good time to go out instead to stay at home keeping ourselves warm.
however, VBS was fun. the kids were a hazard. they really think they could get away with things using their cute-sy charms... well they managed to. they are like little flies flying around buzzing everywhere, never staying still in one place for more than 30 seconds. one moment here sitting on the floor and the next they're over at the other end stealing balloons from the game props bag. i would say, 80% of the kids at VBS were boys, and they are a real rowdy bunch, just makes u wish you could be able to tie them up somewhere just to keep them still. Crazy!! no longer am i gonna get myself involve in games anymore... maybe next time i'll be a kitchen helper. but the kids were pretty adorable, and i've learn to use all the fruits of the spirits all at once...

plans for tonight: Crown Casino

sam is handsome! says Paul

brighter than sunshine...

This is it! the nba finals has boiled down to its one final decisive game... the pistons has stolen the useless spurs hopeful championship match away... and thank goodness for that. the world would be in horror if the spurs had taken home the trophy, many had thought that game 6 would be the final wrap up... pistons are like chewing gum not that easy to be swept away.
Anyway, its a bright and sunny day today. the sun is happy, but the wind is chilly... it really feels like the weather you get on a weekend. plus, this is the earliest morning i've ever woken up for the past few weeks...JM and I went all the way to grattan st, just for one pathetic breakfast meal. which served: 1 slice of bread, 1 spoonful of spinach, 1 tiny little tomato, 2 short slices of bacon. the food was not bad, just the portions were sad. after trying all these breakfast places around, i am still in favour of the Big Breakfast at Vic Market... YUM.
Recently i've been indulging myself, together with JM with a korean drama series... a pretty lame and slow moving drama. everything moves really soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo slowly. everyone is so so blur and zombie-ish. sigh... and you wondered why such a story would require 21 vcds to complete the series... sien ah... i get so restless at times that i just wanna skip the whole drama and go right to the end. luckily, one of the actress is a Denise Keller lookalike... and she pops by on and off... so thats pretty interesting... 'cept theres this fat chubby little booger that follows her everywhere... and i really really hope that she wont get together with him. if only i was in there to sweep her off her feet, and then tell the fella... "anatawa buta des... hait! Arigato... osama bin laden."
hmmmm... the weather is very pleasant. i feel like going for a run... think, think, think... maybe?

work... work... work...

You Are 26 Years Old

26 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

imagine that. i did this whilst doing my journals... kewl.
mind you... i still look 22... oops! delete delete... 18.

one more... to go!!

New Guggenheim in Mexico
Originally uploaded by jQk.

well... finally my UDT journals are done... more or less. still... one more to go... sigh... one more day... just one more day, and this will be all over.
Tadao Ando just never ceased to amaze me... well, at this point he really isnt my idol anymore... but still a master to all. this time he's up for steel buildings (i'll post the photo next time... maybe). then again... it was the clients specific instruction not to use concrete as the skin of the building... still a marvelous piece, though i doubt the serious insufficient day lighting that would probably enter into the building, with such few slits of openings... still doubt his practicality of his architecture at times... well, that proves the biggest difference between a trained (graduate) and non-trained architect... OOps
and then here is the much anticipated new Guggenheim museum set in Mexico... rarely i've seen a museum build it that sort of fashion- Vertically. its almost like an office building... but it was for a good cause, minimizing the land usuage of the site... conserving as much forest area as possible. and the site looks extraordinary... gasp! must be an excellent view... at the edge of the cliff. new reason to visit Mexico... aside from the stuffed up donkeys...
sigh... when would this opportunity fall into my feet... i would die to get a project like that... hence i would need proper skills and capabilties... which at this point i have none... and this saddens me deeply...

ive realize that... the next time i go abt in my expeditions... i should bring a sketchbook... after scanning to plenty of sketch drawings... i realize the signicants and advantage of it... a camera would only take every possible view u see, but a sketch tells u the specific details u see, hence, less confuse. yea, i know this is a first year thing... of bringing a sketch pad every where u go...
using a camera, we would just take advantage of its endless memory capasity... but a sketchbook with its limited pages... every sketch counts. then again... lots of ink would be wasted... hmmm.

and ive found interest in ambiguous graphics... the japanese are really a unique bunch of buggers... they are really skewed in their perspective of life...

stupid... JOURNALS!!!

OH NO!! OH DEAR!! OH MY!! its MONDAY!!!
and my journal is due tomorrow!!!! OH NO!!
im gonna DIE!! XP... AND the other one due the day after!!
im gonna DIE... TWICE!!!!!!
how am i supposed to know what were the design ideas for the IAN POTTER MUSEUM... SIDNEY MYER!!... AND MELB TERRACE APARTMENTS??!?!?!?!?!?!?! shoot me!!
WHY IS THERE SO MUCH TO READ?!!?!?!?!?!
who am i kidding... THIS IS THE END!!!
ARGGHH...

a reverie... too long.

ive thought of this new concept... for an album.

not a prodigy...
cant read scores...
aint got the talent...
and cant play the piano.

okay... now thats done... all i need to do now is to learn how to play the piano...

its sad... to know friends/ people you knew... that still behaves or thinks the way it was back then. why? hasnt things change? havent we moved on to another series of our lives? isnt things in the past irrelevant any more... is the past still feasable for judgements? is history a sole liability? arent we all grown ups? is it only through education you'll change/ be deluded? is the case of intellectualism just a masquerade of what we were/ are supposed to be... pretending to look/ be smarter... coz society says its socially the right path to be in. am i just not able to change the past that haunts me ever everytime i try to erase it...

when you wish upon a... Star.

i am sooooooo FUURRRRR...rr...r... *burp* after walloping a bowl of rice and another bowl of beef stew (taught by Sifu...) i am really really... heavily full... ahhhhh.... feelin' so warm and fuzzy now... *slurp*... (and he finishes the last sip of stew of what its left...) *burp*... in my contempt... i shall sing you all a song...

lalalalalalalalalala...
im so full-y
oh so full-y
im so full-y and witty and gay(happy)!!!
and i pity... any hungry lil' kid tonight
lalalalalalalalala...

i feel charming
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so full-y
That I hardly can move my feet

See the fatty boy in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive boy be?
Such a pretty ab,
Such a pretty ass,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!

I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm full
By a pretty wonderful stew!

anyway!
went to uni to hand in my assignment... finally! its off my hands and down the shute...
and anyway, so later i went over to union house to check out what the sandman comic was all about... just to see how dark and disturbing it is... and also to check out the graphics... thats really important to me.
however, before i could really check out the details of the comic... i was totally distracted by another comic... SPIDEY!! and one thing led to another... from just standing around the shelves glancing through the pages... i ended up sitting on the chairs together with all the comic geeks... reading the whole issue... trying to finish the story... i wanted to bring it home... but then, sooner than i thought.. i finished it... three whole chapters... and then i was tempted to grab another one... but my stomach was growling... yeap. i knew my priorities straight up... FOOD.
and after that whole comic... i learn one valueble question... why?
WHY am i so lazy to go for a run...?

...

zoomflight_5_blk_5
Originally uploaded by jQk.

SIGHhhh....

WHAT THE PLAYERS SAID:

Federer: Simple version for me is, uhm, started bad and finished bad basically (smiling), was good in the middle and that was not good enough. That's like the short and simple version. Of course, you know, afterwards you go further, but that's for me what I sum up right now.

On Nadal's improvement: Oh, I mean, of course he has. He deserved his victory. He was the better player tonight. Never take anything away from somebody who beat me, because I was trying my best. At times I played good; sometimes I didn't play so good. But I didn't feel like he's a totally different player to Miami. I mean, it's only two months ago. It's not much time to really improve your game. Even on clay, you know, he should have beaten me in three sets in Miami. And here I was already at four sets. I know I can beat him on any surface, which is good to know, because he's going to be a threat in the future. It's a pity, you know, he beat me here in the semis of a Slam , which is tough.

Nadal: Yeah, I am very happy. So I am very happy. I am in the final, for me that is very important. Is a dream for me. Is a dream for me. I can won today against the No. 1 -- not only the No. 1 for the tennis, but the No. 1 for the person and for his sportivity (sic).

On Federer finding his form in second set: He is playing very well in the second set. When he play very well, I can't do nothing, no? He have unbelievable forehand. And when his forehand go to my backhand, is very difficult for me. After in the third set, I can escape and I can improve in my game, no?

On Puerta: Well, he'll be difficult, you know, because it's Roland Garros. He's been playing very good tennis to be in the final. It will be a very complicated match. I'll have to play my best tennis and only like that will I be able to win.

source: www.atptour.com

Pistons are in... TO THE FINALS!!

front_severance
Originally uploaded by jQk.

the day was slow... and the weather... not so cold... yet... my house is freezing!!
went to the city library to return a few things... and from the trip, i borrowed more CDs, DVDs... etc. borrowed a live performance concert of Keith Jarret- Standards 2. the songs in their are really nice... "when you wish upon a star, love letters, when i fall in love..." and its always good to see these talented artist... trying to/ look like they're trying to "pangsai" on stage... ahhh... its all abt feel... and soon oneday... i WILL get there... at this frequent visits to the toilet... my time will come in no time...
also, i got myself the new macross series... "macross plus"... and all the while i thought macross plus was part of the utopianic kiddy version of the macross series... i was wrong... its quite good (well, i like it lar). and the Jets are super upgraded... plus! its in english... anime freak!! yes... ARIGAT-TO!!
and! i found this (refering to the photo...), bo5n (band of 5 names)... i have no idea why do they have 5 names... they are supposed to be a well known "acoustic" jazz band... after listening to them... it aint so acoustic to me... or maybe... all this while, all the sort of jazz music i listen to are "acoustic" versions anyway... nonetheless, they're not bad... they create quite interesting & unique music... abit on the warped side... but still unique. as what Kath & Kim would agree... "nice,different and common... is good"... what the?!?!

i had bake cheese rice cravings this morning... but then as i was walking along Degraves St... i suddenly had risotto cravings... but later... i decided to have bibimbab cravings... however, as i walked by the sushi place on swanston... i decided that maki was the best choice... 4 for $5!!...

im nearly... done.

finally its done!! finish... end of story, bon voyage... finito! sayonara Arigato!! no longer does it bring nuisance to me... im free!! free from the clutches of text... 3000 words of text... woohoo!!
well... then again... text is still blissfully vivid in my things-to-finish agenda... JOURNALS!!! but however... its not as boring... as writting 3000 words out of from nothing... nothing specifically in context that is.
just been sitting and writting... theories... of laneways... or more of a "critical analysis" of laneways... hmmm.. how critical can i be... just be writing down stuff like... "... and the cracks on the pavements... signifies the rush flow of new urban life forms... out comes the natural... into the unnatural... of the predetermined landscapes of mankind..."

okay samuel... think... to sleep? or... read... ?

i've given up on downloading my 5.58GB of Japanese Anime... its just too long... im so impatient to wait... forever ive been staring at the progress monitor... 100mb... 300mb... 500mb... 800mb...!! no!... cancel cancel... delete!... i might as well just save up to buy the original DVD. much much more convenient... less hassle... better quality... and you can get both english as well as chinese subtitles. not that i would have any use of the latter, but nonetheless... its way cooler and legal.

other news, apparently federer went down to the young and upcoming fella... Raphael Nadal... who eventually won the whole tournament... good for him... and made it to the history books for whatever... dope!... useless marat...
speaking of Raphaels... interesting... that the body of Barouque Painter- Raphael, was burried within the Pantheon. interesting to give him such an honor... i guess... Raphael one of the great painter of the era... painted many of the interiors of buildings... his great masterpieces all lies on the walls and ceilings of buildings... and the Pantheon... being THE first major building to be composed entirely as an interior. it made sense to link up the two together... literally... man and his building...
speaking of which... finally... the verdict has been made. the winner of the new Gugenheim Museum in Mexico... ISNT Frank Gehry... finally an alternate taste... i was / am getting abit sick of F.Gehry... its all practically the same... however contextual it may supposed be... it still looks all generic to me... talk about creativity... sheesh... oops.
well, then again... it needed 10 architects (TEN Arquitectos) to beat the fella. thats good... 10 different foots.. kicking his ass... oops!

hold on. why am i writing all these... i think im getting sleepy... well i better be... its LATE!!

スマップ-世界に一つだけの花...

" the high priest carries the blood of animals
into the most Holy Place as a sin offering,
but the bodies are burned outside the camp.
And so Jesus also suffered outside the city gate
to make the people holy through his own blood.
Let us, then, go to him outside the camp,
bearing the disgrace he bore.
For here we do not have an enduring city,
but we are looking for the city that is to come. " Hebrews 13: 11-14

i personally dislike like the idea of nuns and monks going away, far away in solitude to seek peace...
isolating themselves from the world...
to run away from it all for ETERNITY...
the idea is just disgraceful towards God,
chickening out from what they really as christians should be doing
what if one day, all the monastries had been destroyed...
and back to the sin city they have to go... could they play survivor being here on real world?
the idea of being in this world but not part of the world, is to live in the world trying to survive, to presevere
to spread the good news... to be tempted in every way... everyday... and learning how to resist and flee from it... but yet not to run and hide.
its good to sometimes go away from it all back to the "camps"... to seek peace and comfort
and without distraction, to further seek God... and to get right with Him
but all this should only be temporary...
and would have to return back to the battle grounds... till his days are finally over... and can Balik Kampung!!

the Exam fever has finally arrived... everyone is now sitting tightly at their study desk... not missing a wink of studies... stressing their brains to bits...
while I... just float around... singing... oh la la...

well, while i was preparing for bedtime... i amused myself for about 2 minutes with a little red button... thats how exciting my nights are...

the earliest i've woken up... to church...

at times like these... i really really wish i had a TV set that screens the NBA playoffs... its as nailbiting... edge sitting... freakin' full of suspense. its Game 7 of the eastern conference finals... and nobody can guess who would come away with the win... no one!! even the rolland garros aint as exciting as this...

my cynic and occasional angry behaviour just proves that i have the tendency to go over to the "dark side"...
my dad always said that i've already gone to the dark side...
and just maybe... indeed... i have...

luc(ien) jaywalker: Master will! what are we to do? master sam... betrayed us he has...
Master Will(ie): Flee, we must... chicken, I am...
Luc: No! we musnt flee.. we must go out there and serve our coffees... there is still hope
Master: Go, if you must. Hope... i have none. continue chic hunting... i will... May the force b with you.
Luc: yes master...

S: finally! you've come... join me!!
Luc: no! i love my COFFEE... *slurp*
S: fine... its your loss...
Luc: yes... and defeat you i must.
S: haha... try, if you dare...

*pulls out saber...*

Luc: is that a lite saber?
S: Yes... it is.
Luc: 97% ?
S: no... 99%...
Luc: NOOOOOOOOO !!!!
S: Muahahahahah... *munch, munch...*

(all the characters are fictional... if anyone is directly offended in any way... it was by of no intent... Cheers!!)

i think i'll take a nap before i continue on my work...

apple pies... yummy!!

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Originally uploaded by jQk.

was browsing ebay just for kicks to see what was on offer... and i stumbled upon this. the ultimate classic "air zoom flight 5"... jason kidds all time favourite pair of kicks... and he still wears them occasionally... and i can still remember how i lost mine... ever so clearly at the back of my head...right under my nose... its horrible! and the way it was disposed just wont do any sneakers any justice... out the dumpster when it was still so usable... maybe if it had not been thrown away, i could have been the best bball player in malaysia... and probably be drafted to the NBA... being my age now, i would probably be in my sixth season with the knicks/nets/wolfs/bulls... kicking shaq's butt... but fate denied me that chance... i would really kill to get those sneakers back... nothings been the same since...

oh where oh where
could my sneakers be
oh where oh where could it be...

i wouldnt mind having a pair for christmas... better yet! thanksgiving... and we may all be thankful for our lovely feet... which carried us through fat & thin. (its US size 10/11, and i wouldnt mind the black/red version as well)
besides that, i just digested down... one and a half cups of rice with canned unagi... and a 25cm long apple danish with vanilla ice cream... thats gluttony no 1 for you!!
but to be called "fat" after all that would be absurd... "good appetite" is the better word for me... ;-)
besides... i had my after-dinner-exercise... a walk around my 3x5 bedroom... and with the heater on... definitely had some fats burnt... its a sauna over here... im sweating in my mouth down to my gullet... *SLURP*

other exciting news... hollywood is doing a remake of the popular (IMHO) korean movie... iL mare... yes people, the title of my blog... the show is so so good... just makes me feel so good after the show...
for one, i love the show because it involves an Architect, and the house he lived in was marvelous... second would be the pretty gal in the show... and the theme song is beautifully written... even though i couldnt understand a single word of it... except the phrase at the end of every verse- "we must say goodbye..."
for the hollywood version... it stars oh la la... Keanu Reeves a.k.a Neo a.k.a J. Constantine a.k.a Ted Logan a.k.a little buddha a.k.a Kevin Lomax. even though the american actress (sandra bullock) aint as cute as the korean one... its still as exciting... this time it involves an Architect and a Doctor... which i can totally relate to that... oh yea... coincidence? i think not....

leaving OCF... ?????

Sometimes I think to myself, maybe I should had taken that 6 months break from architecture school. Just letting my mind loose… not to worry about passing my grades, reading and writing text that I may not be interested in…
Its just so tiring sometimes, when you don’t get motivated… only being pushed by tutors and lecturers… and all you do is help the people around you hoping you’ll receive the joy and satisfaction out of it. But the truth is, you yourself might not be improving well as much as you expected. You think to yourself… and stare at your work and reflect upon the knowledge you’ve gain… really? Have I really gone a step forward? Has my design skills been sharpen 5 times more… has my architectural logic bring about any sense at all? Has my thinking of reshaping society matured ever since? I don’t know… and grades does not tell you if you do… all it matters is that you pass and head on towards the next stage… leaving what you regretted, or regretted on what you should had done instead.
Would 6 months had made a difference? Its not like im hating architecture already… its just… tiring to be doing work for the sake of doing it… and not being able to appreciate all these until the semester ends, and you realized… Oh! I should had done this or done that… given more thought to it, I might have done this… if only I had to only take one subject per semester… maybe that would not be so bad- probably everyone would wish so too. No, common… commerce? One subject per semester? You gotta be kidding…
6 months of no brainer work… just working in an archi firm… concentrating on one sole purpose… design. Now that would be definitely more relaxing… than taking 3 subs per semester… and still having commitments towards your social agendas… its not easy sometimes, especially when design is involve. I know many of you would disagree… but to me design is so important… that its not just about getting it through towards the semester… but its something I would love to take, and hold and mold it, mixing it up, leaving it for awhile, bouncing it… tearing it apart… reassembling it… and all this would take forever to create something remarkable. But I cant… it’s the idle age… and my mind isn’t as fresh as it was in year 1 and 2… its matured ever since… but its potential cannot be discovered for what so ever reason I do not know.
Hmmm… maybe I should take up my seniors advice and pick up timber furniture design… if you don’t want to think of anything, or you want to figure out design without any disruption… you’ll get that quality time while you’re sand papering the timber… no brainer job -so they say…

OCF is such a drag… boring me to bits… im not sure why, but its probably because I know all too much. darn politics- i hate it with a vengence… making me so uneasy… the backstabbing… incessant gossips… and just pure hypocrisy… irritates me. even the lil things can just tear me apart. Just my total bad impression of it all… from Ben all the way to the members… I know its wrong to be saying things and judging such sorts… but it’s a struggle… everytime I walk into north dining hall…negativity just buzzes around my head… wouldn’t it be nice to just enter into a place, without no whatsoever judgmental thoughts… expecting nothing but still hopeful of something (that would probably be heaven). Not looking at a person and say… you’re a horny bastard… you’re definitely up to something sleazy… that’s purely for your own glory. Even cell group at times be depressing… except for the hope of one… one freakin person… I guess that’s what it all takes… just One.


Feeling much better… now I can finally get some shut eye…and to think, nothing worries me…

drama Queen...

In another half an hour... I'll have to move my lazy butt out of the house up to uni... thats millions of lightyears away!! oh dear... sigh...
was supposed to go down CBD to take some pretty pictures of "melbourne's unique laneways"... but i figured, why should i go today... if i can go tomorrow, or even monday... et cetera...
im getting really bored of writting this essay of mine... its just type... delete... type type... delete delete delete... type... delete delete delete delete... type type... delete... (u get the idea). i should agree that Urban design Theory is a pretty interesting subject... and i love to read the texts... and listen to the lectures... but to write and express my thoughts... ugh... not keen... however, its not like i have a choice anyway...
i'd rather sketch my way through than to type incessant typo errors... of meaningless text... and thats why you have minimal text... extracting the unnecessary... emphasizing the coherents... of pronunciation, main characters, identity of a word... magnifying the repetition of similarity.
oki, enough of crap...
getting pretty nervous about this coming sunday worship... my debut in drum playing for the church. and its been 7 months since i'd play the drums. after tht horrible nightmare of mine... its forever stuck at the back of my head... "ur gonna screw this up.." nevertheless, on a higher note, theres church lunch as well... something to look forward to... argh i mean... church sermons are something to look forward to... spiritual food... ummmm... yummy!!

the Sun sets... in the west

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Originally uploaded by jQk.

tragic it is... the suns has finally succumbed to the might of the evil spurs... they just couldnt push it to a seventh game. and to think Amare's 40 over points could do any damage at all... and the nba's season MVP had no proof of his worth during the series... terrible... *sniff*
on a lighter note, the pistons has even the series to 2 games apiece. i hope they'll nail them heat...
check out those armpit hairs... arent they to die for? its from a true champion/ mvp... all hope of sanity lies in their hands now... darn spurs...
and my housemate just brought home a carton on Guarana... some brazillian softdrink... tasty...

nachos at midnight...

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Originally uploaded by jQk.

my blog seems to be turning into a food diary... all about 'em food i ate.
dinner was pork chop with baked apples and cheese with a onions on the side... and carrot salad...
its friday morning... and im still stuck with me essay... sigh.
was at home the whole of yesterday... haha, the furthest i've been was to the mail box... that was my exercise of the day to get rid of me fats... which i had probably gain back not too long after.

dinner at 1...

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Originally uploaded by jQk.

since i realized that finally i can post up pictures on my blog... ive decided to post up my first food fiesta!!
late dinner... because... it was late.
trevally with noodles... love my fishes...

it all began when i was young i listen to the radio, waiting for my fish to eat, everytime it came along, it made me cry. because my kakak always cook the same ol' fish, no variety at all, eveytime i look at fish it made me mad. and every sha la la la every woooo so bad, every singa linga ling, when i had no choice but eat, so sad... when it got to the part, where i swallow the fish it can really make me sick, just like before... its everyday once more... shoopido lang lang...
so, from then i've decided to make my own fish... my style... hip hop baby!!

im on a food high now... yipidee-doo!!
im downloading this anime- TRIGUN... ever heard of it?

cold feet...

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Originally uploaded by jQk.

after prayer meet, i went over to the lovely archi faculty to check out the exhibition. its a semesterly event where all the students in the faculty would pinned up their works... all to be seen by others. the forgotten fourth years are left to be up on the 5th floor, where not many people would bother to go... 3rds and 2nds on their respective studios, and 5th years on the main atrium.
a conclusion of the whole exhibition would be:
first years- childish, big toys
second years- dirty and messy
third years- trying to do everything
fourth years- an emphasis on the archi drawings
fifth years- emphasis on the concepts and ideas

i realized that many people think i am a final year student... or usually when they ask me, its either assuming im a 3rd or a 5th... what about the 4th?!?!

this is just some wild scheme i made up when i got home...

sien...

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Originally uploaded by jQk.

even more of my unreachable rediculous... dreams and aspirations... sigh

oki... back to work...

bosan...

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Originally uploaded by jQk.

more of me dreams...

Bored...

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Originally uploaded by jQk.

Behold... my dream car... in another million years from now...

haha... finally, now i can put text into graphics... woohooo!!

testing...

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originally uploaded by jQk.

sorry... just testing out my photo uploading skills... hope it works....
just for your information, this is a detail drawing from the architect Alberto Campo Baeza. a genius i would say... one of my beloved "master"...
check him out for yourself...
www.campobaeza.com

American... Idle...

i've been updating my blog pretty regularly... i guess that proves that my significant social agenda really plays a big role over here. nevertheless... im watching star wars this coming tuesday... woohoo! its me and my lil taiwanese housemate... ooo this is gonna be so exciting... im not a big fan of star wars... but... ummm... i have no idea why im so excited... must the beef stew i had... clogging up my brain cells... bzzz...

me and my taiwanese housemate... recently we've been occasionally storming into each others room... causing havoc while each of us are doing work... and we've been exchanging drama serials to each other... however, all his serials are in jap... how on earth am i supposed to watch it without my translator...??!! sigh... guess im just stuck with kath and kim...

updated myself on the american idol news... i guess the verdicts been made... some chic by the name of carrie underwood took the trophy home. i myself am not a fan of the idol thing 'cept for the audition period... but i was hoping that fat fella would win this tournament. guess looks does matter...

and right in front of me is half of a honey sponge roll... dessert anyone?

YUM.

am i sinful or what...?!

Your Deadly Sins

Gluttony: 40%

Greed: 40%

Sloth: 40%

Lust: 20%

Wrath: 20%

Envy: 0%

Pride: 0%

Chance You'll Go to Hell: 23%

You'll die choking on a cookie in bed.

How Sinful Are You?

Hope JM is alright...

this is terrible... my nose is as red as rudolph's. i dont know how to get rid of this flu and cough... and im feeling sleepy...

anyway, this is the first time i've woken up so so early... 7am... thats a record for the keep! well theres a catch behind the reason... i was woken up by one of my juniors... here's how i went:

*phone rings*
Jr.: eh... are you sleeping?
me: *yawn*... nope...
Jr.: can i come over to your place? you got A3 printer right? i chia lat already...
me: huh?! oh okay...
Jr.: where u stay again? is it the soma's place last time?
me: yea... same street... different building
Jr.: oh okay okay... when i reach i'll call you again...
me: sure...
(went back to sleep)

*phone rings again 20 minutes later*
me: wassup?
Jr.: eh im here... where u? is it flagstaff square?
me: no... its further down from royal flagstaff... shorter building... i meet u at the front
Jr.: okay

half way through printing... my alarm clock rang... it was around 8:45am (was being ambitious at that time...)

Jr.: you wanted to wake up so early? what for?
me: huh?! so i can prepare for my exhibition...
Jr.: crazy man... i cannot wake up that early...
me: ...

now i wish i hadnt woken up so early... im already at school... i've pinned up my work... but still have to wait for my other group members... which probably would arrive by noon... sigh...

how on earth did this Happened...?

this morning when i woke up... suddenly my nose went runny... and then my throat started to sore... i thought i was just a morning sinus... and went on with my whatever... after taking a bath...the nose still kept running... and my throat was... as you all should expect... still sore... why on earth am i on the verge of feeling ill... i've been living a pretty okay lifestyle... the house is spotless... i killed the one and only fly in the house... i threw the rubbish (almost) regularly... and i drink reasonable plenty of water.

*and i've just paused to drink another gulp of water...*

my runny nose never cease to end... been flowing all day long... its like a running tap with a broken washer... and it is so irritating... so distracting while i try to do my work... sigh... if this continues on, i better then slit my throat...

rights... i think i better sleep early tonight....

Green is the... Color

GREEN. the use of this color is so direct that we almost never ask ourselves about its meaning. green is simply green, it is the vegetal world, or even the natural world "tout court".
but ofcourse this idea is too superficial. the green is above all in our imagination and in our gazes, fed by the images that slip across our screens or are printed out on paper.
in addition, green sneaks into the background of a great many plans and maps characterized by other colors, other destinations.
finally every color would have to declare its percentage of green. in particular, green occupies a great many of the background patterns used on maps since the second world war to indicate the zones of new residential suburban construction and the new zones of low density "rurban" inhabitation, which form a constant in the contemporary european landscape.

-mirko zardini

minimalist text...

th i wh i ca mini wri... th met o h i g t th w b ext th unneces reveal th impor lett th wou symb th impor... reveal th gi. fr th i c comb a th wor toget or bre th apa depend o h i wou pre t sh i... brea apa resemb h impor ea a ev w i signif, merg i sho equal o th usa...

ths s wht i cll mnmlst wrtng... th mthd f hw i gt t ths ws by xtrctng th unncssry rvlng th mprtnt lttrs tht wld symblz th mprtnc... rvlng th gst. frm ths i cn cmbn ll th wrd tgthr r brk thm prt dpndng n hw i wld prfr t shw t... brkng prt rsmbls hw mprtnt ch nd vry wrd s sgnfcnt, mrgng t shws qlty f th sg...

i i a i a iiai ii... e eo o o i o o i a eai e eea eeai e iora ee a ou oie e ioae... eeai e i. o i i a oie a e o oee o ea e aa eei o o i ou ee o o i... eai aa eee o ioa ea a ee o i iiia, ei i o euai o e uae...

t i w i c m w... t m o h i g t t w b e t u r t i l t w s t i... r t g. f t i c c a t w t o b t a d o h i w p t s i... b a r h i e a e w i s, m i s e o t u...

the Ultimate showdown...

finally... its the start of the nba conference finals... SUNS - SPURS and HEAT - PISTONS...
at this current scenario... i would probably be playing for the pistons... the underdogs of this whole matchup... the heat is okay... but i still prefer detroit. and i hate the spurs... firstly for their horrible jersey... secondly, the players... thirdly... their ugly jersey... and finally, i think they wear terrible jerseys...
So for the finals... im hoping its PISTONS - SUNS. coz its winter here... and im hoping for a sunny match up... hahhahhahahahaha
well, actually... at the start of the playoffs... i was hoping on the bulls to make it to the finals... that was abit too ambitious... eh? all becoz of the stupid wizards... bastards!

anyway, im off to school... i mean uni... im a big boy now... momma gonna be proud of me...

Cinderella...

only 3-4 weeks left before the semester ends... at last finally my presentation's over... not the fact that its really really over... but nonetheless still over... phew!

was supposed to be cleaning up the rubbish house... but ended up refining my work... coz! i finally managed to get hold of the Sketchup Crack code!!!! after more than an hour of web surfing... woohoo!! but now! i can do my work on a 4.0.... instead of a 3.0, how cool is that?!?!

okay... still got other assignments to finish up...
1. Final Exhibition - 27/5/2005
2. UDT Essay - 8/6/2005
3. UDT Journals - 14/6/2005
4. DAM Journals - 15/6/2005

and then im free!! to do my portfolio... oh that reminds me... i have not submitted my work to Buro Architects... though i doubt i'll get the offer...
i have an overdue book... but am too lazy to move my sexy ass up north to uni to return it today... gravity has finally caught up on me...

anyway back to cleaning...

i want to pee...

sigh... its 3 am... and am stuck on my work... sad it is...

well, while waiting for my group mate to send some documents over... was reading my other blood related people's blog... interesting, all updated to my pleasure for reading.

i should update, the jazz concert i went to was awesome. pretty good... mike nock rocks! seeing his band go wild on the music was awesomely breathtaking... not to mention restless (really felt like jumping in to play... even though i can only play one note on the piano). seeing him humming, dancing, shuffling his feet... so cool... really got "feel" bah... its was all worth the money... then on sunday, i went down fed square to listen to this gospel music performance... i love gospel music... so happy...

anyway, check out this site, its pretty funny and cool... www.tasquare.com its a private printing business... promoting... at very cheap price... i like the web site.

oh dear, one more day... till finals...
doomed!! back to work back to work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Paul Grabowsky... or... Mike Nock...

i've got less than a week before my finals... heaps to do...
ive been experimenting on sleeping habits; sleeping earlier to wake up earlier to do work instead of my usual work till late and wake up reasonably "early". however... its not been very progressive in work hours... i sleep early around 1-2am... but end up still waking up at 10am... usually i sleep around 4-5am... and still wake up around 10-11am... hence for me it makes no difference how late/ early i sleep.. i'll wake up at the same time. and i think i really need to exercise... i've been getting pretty tired lately...

and the tennis club just send me an invitation to join the BDTC again... in spring. funny... they really need my "expertise" eh... even though im not in the tennis club anymore... however, am interested in joining the lacrosse team... just for fun... high time i start learning a new sport... just for kicks. but first i'll have to get rid of me fats... dangling on my belly... eeww horrible. if not, the lacrosse team would use it for whacking practice... ouch

anyway, with all the sort of "stress" flying around... i've decided to try get tickets for a mini jazz concert... this weekend... only thing is i hope that theres still tickets available... since their quite reasonably cheap... local artist are very interesting to watch live... coz you can hardly find their music to download illegally... so the only way to find out without spending money on a cd... is to watch them (if the tickets are cheaper).

hmmm.... that means i should go try get 'em now... then i can continue on my work later... kekekekeke

Abraham...

imagine this:
a man of God died earlier than expected;
and an evil murderer still living

this to signify God's mercy on the evil,
sparing him of his life to eternity of hell.
giving him chance to repent

and puts the good at rest,
deciding that he deserves to return back to the Father.

John Legend...

i have found new love in Gospel singers... well actually i used to love gospel music... all the blacks stomping their feet... howling... hollering... shaking like its no ones business... amen.
remembered when i worshipped led... i lead a few gospel tunes... it was really fun... making the worshippers stomping swaying, and clapping their hands... well it didnt sound as good as the blacks... but nonetheless it was exciting and new... wonder what happened to all my gospel cassettes... alls left is that kirk franklin cassette...

nice... heres a tune...
" i can change... i can change... i can change for you..."

bless your soul

ingredients...

bacon
onions
potatoes
milk
cream
cheese?
parsley
chives

steak

breaking the silence...

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Generic Cities...

yay people... just ended my tute of the day... while waiting for prayer meet to start... i've made use of time to print out some work.
hehe... remember about that presentation where i had no idea if i was doing the right thing... well got back my results for that presentation... low and behold... a merit... suprising it is... after that trash talking presentation... at least 20% of the subject is pretty much settled...

yea... anyway... i think i better pop by the ERC to find some plans of KL... just out of curiosity... still pending on deciding which essay topic to write for my urban design subject...

Jesus walks...

was checking my mail, sending bible study materials to my cell mate... while brushing my teeth!! its that a WOW or what?! and they say men cant multi-task... boo to the haters!
anyway, since i realize that i could do two things at the same time, then i decided to blog as well... Triple WOW!!

listening to JM telling me about her LTC retreat during the weekend... realizing how different the other ocf centres are... thinking how naive i was to assume where i am is probably where i should be staying. thinking... if i had taken more time to survey further on the other centres... i might really really find some place that would feel more like home... thinking how right JM is about the guys in OCF... being all braggy and bratty... believing numbers are everything. however...
oops... mouths all clogged up with saliva and toothpaste foam... time to RINSE!!


anyway, not to ponder on it too much... i cooked for JM today, in dedication of her sweetness... keke. being very proud of myself... of my adventures mood to try new dishes... and thank goodness it was yummy... baked salmon with potatos, cherry tomatoes and Chardonnay... thyme i should recommend is a real good herb for fishes... and of course my very own pasta pesto mamamia!!

im really peeved now... being the fact that half of my work done today had dissapeared due to some "technical problems"... ugh!!

Scooters... and cold fingers.

its the weekend... and its freakin cold... i shut all the windows to avoid the snow queen from paying me a visit.

im planning to hibernate the whole weekend in my room... keeping warm and finishing some work... and sing songs to myself...

goosebumps... maybe i should go take a hot warm bath... yea.

Risottos...

made my debut in the world of risotto making yesterday... was inspired by some fella on tv, when he was demonstrating hoiw to make risotto using local aussie mushrooms... adding flavour by mixing it with abit of european mushrooms. so i tried my version... hehe it was a minor debut, coz i used this shortcut risotto packet thing... everything turn out pretty well, 'cept was impatient to wait for the rice to soften to its full potential... yum.

its been a rocky week... but i see glimpses of light ahead... being with someone really isnt easy as it seems, especially when you have to consider the other...

im getting rather sleepy... i've decided to dedicate friday and the rest of the weekend to my work... aint no stoppin' me!!

just like the song! sing it!

aint no mountain high enough
aint no river wide enough
to keep me from getting to you...
oh yea ... oh la la...

Fear God...

i have no idea...

bleak...

in less than 6 weeks... oh dear...

must say goodbye...

ehem...
it upsets me that in 3 hours time... i have a presentation, which i have not really a 100% clear idea of doing it, yet i still have to go on with my gutt feeling on the work... ugh. nontheless... the show must go on... sigh... if only i was a wee bit smarter... shucks...

anyhoo... after 2 and 1/2 years, i've finally got intouch with an old friend... an old friend whom my parents are old friends with her parents as well... small world. hard to imagine... she's already working... but she's so puny... working at chubb security earning big bucks... ah shucks.. time is running... arggh!

okay, im gonna steal some of jm's kuih before i head off... yum...

my parting words before i leave...

"i know.... we must say goodbye... we must say good bye..."

irritated... by GWYN.

the weekend is here... the semester has 6 more weeks before it ends... and i feel dreadfully unprepared for the end... being involve in ocf really makes my life here stagnant... everyone wants God to stretch them in many ways... and now when i feel bothered about issues... im not so sure if i can assume this as God's stretching me program to aid in my growth... or just me self inflicting myself with all these issues... when it all aint necessarily so.

i realise... i shouldnt sulk up and just hate the world... being negative about the world when it worldly problems occur... i shouldnt not blame on anything... and appreciate my life better... i should exemplify my meaning of appreciation...

i love architecture alot... though my perception of it differs from many other people... i should not let the others affect my sort of passion for it...

i should not care how people would understand my writings.... as i should be proud of my writing and style of writing structure....
i write to not make sense...

anyway! Back to work!!!

You Know You're Malaysian When...

You complain about the quality of the pirated DVD you just purchased. "What, RM10 for DVD5?! Aiyah, boss ... sound no good, cheaperlah ..."

You're willing to consume sambal petai and durian and gladly suffer the bloating and wind-breaking incidents.

You're exceedingly polite to the Mat Sallehs but you slag your own kind. "Hello, sir. Why don't you sit here, it’s got the best view of the city skyline." But, "Aunty-ah, your table is over there next to the kitchen."

You order Maggi goreng and fried chicken, complain about how oily the food is, and then proceed to finish it anyway.

You love to talk about food. You're already thinking about what to have for dinner while eating lunch. "I'm stuffed. What shall we have for dinner?"

You dive into a communal-style meal the moment the dish lands on the table only to hesitate at the last morsel of food on the serving dish. There are two possible explanations for this: the first is the pai seh (embarrassed) factor, while the other is the myth that the person who eats the last piece will be a spinster.

You hit the accelerator the moment the first drop of rain hits your windshield. "Alamak, it's going to rain. Sure traffic jam one. I'd better drive faster."

You seize the opportunity to make a U-turn anywhere ... especially where there is a sign telling you not to. Well, so long as the cops aren't in sight.

You feel a burning desire to send text messages and even have the gall to give your friend a blow-by-blow account of the movie to your friend on the handphone — during the screening of the movie. "Okay, now that girl Lizzie is impersonating an Italian singer; she so doesn’t look Italian ..."

You forsake your loved ones for the all-important four letter-word: S-A-L-E. "Sorry, mum, I can't take you to Aunt Mary’s because I have to go to MidValley before the crowd." You’re also more than happy to be part of the insane traffic jam that forms around malls during weekends and sale periods.

11. Reality shows Akademi Fantasia and Malaysian Idol dictate your social life. "What, no TV at the mamak? Count me out — I'm staying home. Rinie needs my support."

You pepper every sentence with lah. "No-lah, I can't see you today-lah. I have to study-lah. You know-lah, the prison warden aka mak is watching me like a hawk"

You fail to function normally without your daily dose of teh tarik and nasi lemak.

You have owned at least one Proton in your lifetime. Cheap, cheap. That is until you start to make enough dough to buy that Honda you've been salivating over.

You slow down at an accident site to take down the car number plate, but won't step out of your car to help — the victim could be a robber!

You'd rather park your car along the main road outside the mall, where there's a yellow line, rather than pay RM1 to park inside where there are adequate bays.

You plead, bat your eyelids and relate a sob story to the officer at the town council office to let you off the hook (or reduce the amount considerably) for the fine you incurred when you parked your car on the double line.

You make an appointment for 10am and conveniently show up a half hour late — Malaysian time, what ...

You pop open the wet tissue packet at the Chinese restaurant by squeezing the trapped air to the top of the packet before proceeding to smash your fist into it. The louder the pop the better.

You greet your friend / neighbor / acquaintance on the street with "How are things?" or "Have you eaten?" or better yet, by stating the obvious: "Went to market ah?"

Ramlee burger is the "piece de resistance" of your growing-up-years cuisine.

You catch all major televised events at the mamak.

You have roughly six meals a day (breakfast, mid-morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper). Then there's the snacking — keropok ikan, pisang goreng, muruku, jam tarts and the like.

You get the whole family dressed to the nines, jump into the car and head for the minister's open house — and ask for styrofoam boxes and plastic bags to tar pau food.

Your accent and language style vary according to the race of the person you are conversing with.

You've got a friendly disposition. Smiles are abundant and your "Apa khabar?" is warm and sincere.

You exclaim loudly how expensive everything is, even though the items may in fact be going for a steal. "Wah! So expensive, ah? Hak sei ngor (Scare me to death)!"

You dig deep into your pockets to contribute to the latest appeal for donations in the newspapers.

You "dis" our country all the time, but as soon as something good happens (like winning the Thomas Cup), you morph into a proud Malaysian.

You never travel abroad without a bottle of chilli sauce, or sachets which you can sneak into restaurants.

You're proud to be Malaysian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Malaysian friends!

Michael... Buble...

due to the non-existance of the internet in my household, it has been very inconvenient to blog... especially at times when i do had stories to unleash... but timing just cant compromise my inconveniences... how sad it is. but non the less i do get chances to blog occasionally...
anyway, the holiday is here...actually it isnt the holidays instead the "non-teaching period"... work goes on as usual... just with the absense of lectures and tutorials... gee.
i've been reading my sister's and father's blog... and enjoy the reading... great to have a family strong in communication... openess of sharing.
i've finally gotten hold of the new michael buble cd... marvelous his voice is. im jst obsess about him... i remembered the time when i bought his debut album from douglas at a real low price (he has regreted for offering such a value to me), i kept on listening to the album for more than a month... had not given chance to any other music sorts but totally indulged into his mesmerizing voice. i really wish i had his voice... right away i'd be in show bisness... or always be serenating my lover such beautiful melodies... oooohhhh.... shucks!!
i am so familiar to his debut album, that i know every song and lyric from cover to cover... i can sing the whole album... thats how obsess i was... or am still... not surprise it would be the same for his new album as well.
oh i am reminded as well... saturday nights are just to good to be sitting in the corner to study... good movies occasionally pops into the tv... like today... Atlantis, Star War, and Elizabeth... and Waterworld... temptations... good thing i dont have a tv... go figure...
FYI... ive been told by a very good source that i have a sexy butt! i'm not egocentric...

"The Sheep That Tried to Moo"

anyway, just to add... here's an interesting story... i had taken it from KJ's Blog.

Once upon a time, there lived this sheep called Sheep. Sheep was a personal favourite of this shepherd. The shepherd always feeds him well, takes care of him and gives him the best shelter an animal can get. Consequently, Sheep became a very fat animal. Obviously from all the good food and treatment from the shepherd.

Then one day, the shepherd decided to sell Sheep to his brother, who is a cow farmer, for reasons unknown. Sheep was distraught with sadness, for after months of excellent treatment from the shepherd, he is now under a new ownership.

The cow farmer was lazy sonuvabitch. As soon as Sheep arrived in his farm, he shoved sheep into a grazing grassy patch to mingle with the cows. The cow farmer just left Sheep there to fend for itself, to feed itself.

The days go by, Sheep felt neglected because when he has been so accustomed to being pampered by the shepherd that being left to fend for himself in a large field of cows made him lonely. So one day, he boosted his courage to communicate with the cows. He approached one and bleated. The cow looked at it and mooed, attempting to make friends.

Unfortunately after months of pampering, Sheep unconsciously developed a chronic case of inferiority complex. Thinking that his bleating was inferior to a cow's moo, Therefore, Sheep tried to speak Cow-ish. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't moo. All that he could come up with was "Boo, Boo...", which was a mangled amalgamation of "baa" and "moo" and it came out of his mouth all mangled up, but he tried anyway.

Sheep then tried to speak with the cow, "boo, boo...". The cow, surprised with Sheep's attempt to speak cow, but not wanting to hurt Sheep's feelings, spoke with Sheep. Naturally, Sheep was ecstatic. He finally found a friend! So Sheep continued to speak with his weird-ass sheep/cow accent.

After a few weeks, the shepherd sold more sheeps to the cow farmer. The farmer, being the lazy bastard as usual, just chucked his furry, bleating acquisitions into the same grazing patch as Sheep. Sheep was excited with his new friends and walked over to welcome them. Unfortunately, after spending a few weeks in the grazing patch, Sheep spoke with the other sheep with a "Boo, Boo..." accent, much to the disgust of his fellow sheep.

Consequently, the sheep shunned him, thinking that he was such a poseur for speaking mangled Cow-ish/ Sheep-ish and forgetting his roots that he was a sheep. Sheep didn't care. Sheep thought he had plenty of cow friends, and forsaked his sheep brethren.

After a while, as the cow farmer turned to sheep farming, Sheep began losing his cow friends, and saw the number of sheep grew. However, because of his mangled Sheep/Cow accent, he couldn't make a single sheep friend, and all his cow friends have left the grazing patch. He became all alone.

St. Patrick's Day...

i've got G-mail !! yea... thanks to my IT-savvy gal... i managed to get connected into the best of circles experiencing the wonderful use of G-mail...
it was st. patrick's day yesterday... and i finally i understood what this whole celebration about... basically its a whole lot of nothing.... one word BOOZ... and all these years i thought it was some memorable day reflecting on this fella patrick... however it probably might had been this irish fella migrated to the U.S.A... then he got drunked at a bar... and went around telling everyone that he was a saint... and bla bla... people noticed this foreigner having a gala time... they decided to join in the fun... and there you have it... st. patrick's day!!
Anyway!
finally it's the weekend!! tiring day it was yesterday at the studio... its really hard to communicate with a German... nonetheless... we're moving on to the next submission next week.
highlights of the day for today...
errands... doing my broadband, and bond clearance...
and much later... Ping Pong... before OCF...
to think... oh dear! i need to poo!!

CG...CG...CG... ocf...

a new week has begun... and i started my day with an ommelete, tennis, a one hour lecture... and ended it with drum sticks... yum.
anyway, was down at Geelong yesterday to visit another OCF branch over there... they had some oreintation BBQ, inviting new people to the fellowship... and they needed the extra hand of support... well it was supposed to be support, but to me it felt more otherwise. however i did managed to mingle around here and there... and to be honest it's pretty tough to mix with the other races, i.e. Africans, Americans... etc. Culture is carries a real big barrier... you stand there staring at the other fellow, choked not knowing the next line you should be saying at times, but there were some that went pretty okay... and i come to think, no wonder melb uni is a so Asian place (mainly, Singaporeans & M'sians)... it will be terribly hard to pull in africans, and europeans into the big circle... with all the lahs... we're like daffy ducks... or even donald ducks... personally i prefer Daffy... he's really funny... and much leaner than Donald.
Anyway!
its high time i had my bath...

German Sausages... they are as huge as the Germans...

its been about 3 weeks since i landed on this huge island full of wombats and kangaroos... and life's been interesting. interesting to meet the familiar people again... and happy to know some arent around... tsk!
i've just ended classes... had my first studio class today... and the whole excitement about this is that they've finally given my first choice of project... it wasnt really about the project i had selected, but the sheer joy of being given my first preference... as you all know the previous 2 semesters... i was always designated towards my second preference... sad but true. all this does effect my mental situation... i mean i can always nag and complain about my second preference projects as it wasnt my first choice... however instead a no choice, therefor the enthusiam level is so much lower. given my first choice... theres no room for complain or excuses if i did badly... coz... it was my first and foremost choice. Anyway!
oh dear... BRB.

6 days to go...

finally... paul has left the land that was almost hit by a tsunami... its a strange feeling having him leave the place. all my four years studying overseas... home was the place where his face was so familiar. everytime i am home, he's one of the faces i aspect to see... but now... its all different. i worry and wonder how he's doing taking care of himself... unsure what goes in his mind... if it was me going off... things would be easier coz i know what i think... but for him i cant do that but to just hope for the best...

Finally! that old man's dead... after all those years... i thought he would never die... being around almost for 4-5 architectural generations. to think after all those years... he'd die at 98 years old... Philip Johnson... the spineless architect... ever changing to the seasons... he was never really in one of the architectural eras... only played a mediating role... from the International Style to the Post Modern... to the Deconstruction... up till the second modernity... he'd always been around. goes wherever the money goes... even side the nazi's when they tried to take over the world... people still respect him... for his money that is. i guess without him all these architectural movements would never be heard of... with all that cash... it had to go somewhere... and thank goodness it all went to architectectural spendings instead of baby powder...

the nearness... of the freakin' New Year...

i believe a few have been offended by the language... but anyways... everything thing is still running very clearly in my mind... my relationship towards GT hangs on a thin line... every few minutes the thought of how i was screwed just rushes up to my brain.... just like blood rushing to my brain ready to explode. so tragic... but at the same time so pathetic i can be because of this situation... darn "adult christians"...
and on top of that... the festive season ain't helping much... ah yes... Chinese New Year... among all the most hated festive season for me... well last time i use to love it for the holidays... and fireworks... but other than that... its aweful... the decos... the characters... the superstitions... and most of all the music... the horrible terribly horrendous sounds... "guo xing nien... nien, nien, nien..." arghhh... i NIEN you than you know!! (btw, nien could also mean- strangle) but anyway... its aweful... everywhere i go... every where i am... the music just cant stop... its so irritating.. so annoying... you should watch some of those new year mtvs... lil kids with their heavy make ups, tryiing to run off being an adult(why would they wanna do that), lip syncing... acting oh so cute... with their overly makeup smiles... and the lousy adults... with their terrible acting skills... so lame... every year... the same ol bunch... probably the national tv station only has those few VCDs in their collection... even they know its not worth it to buy too much of it...
and the ang paos... oh pls... me being a non-materialistic person couldnt care less... (and lucifer stands right behind me saying.. "i'm sure you are..." in his usual sarcasm gestures)
its been a long day... wanted to swing some golf balls... but heaven forbit me to do htat... its just too dangerous... me being in a driving range with all those adults holding a 7 iron... it'll be a total massacre... a game of bloody golf... with them bloody golfers... i wont be able to aim for the green... instead black or white grass... and occasional bald spots... ugh...