Tuesday, November 13, 2007

untitled

Stuck in a dark room.
With a painful cry;
No echo

A beating heart-
Muted.
In a silent hole,
An anguished being.
Dies.

The consequences of a wavering mind.

Happiness fluxes
As a wisp of thin air,
And waving hands eagerly try;
Yet there's nothing.
Perpetually bleached.
Bare.

Monday, September 10, 2007

pain

eyes
gorged out.
muscles
torn.

embers,
crushed.
burnt flesh;
drops to the floor.

a carcass
tremors.
a body
groans.

i am:
a bloodless
vacuum.
an empty
soul.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

tomorrow

darkened.
the moonlit sky.
brightens.
as the days go by.

anonymous,
traveller through life.
cold.
and bitter.

envy
in a saccharine world.
an act.
watch truth unfold.

apathy.
a cancerous state.
devours
you whole.

blood.
spills inside your brain.
cries.
am i insane?

trudging on
to make the sweat pay.
tomorrow.
was yesterday's today.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Episode 1

It was a hot and dusty day, but she existed in tranquility. The rat had been caught. It was a baby. It seemed inhuman to torture another living being in such a way, but such were the laws of life. Its little body jerked against the glue, trying to free itself from the thick, sticky concoction that reeked of all things chemical. But there it will remain, until it is blessed with death. She saw a similarity in her life. Trapped by circumstances, there seemed to be no reason to be alive. Death was a dream, not a nightmare. Such thoughts flew threw her mind spontaneously, but she quickly threw them away. I am respectable, she would say to herself. Most importantly, i am a Muslim.

Rayna, as she was known commonly, was a lover of rain. Her emotions matched the colour of the sky. Her face resembled the wan complexion of a stormy day. Like the rain, she lacked sun. There was nothing to look forward to, no one to care about, and no one that cared. It was her faith that singly took her through life. One day, unknown to her then, it would bring her the happiness she always saw in others, but could not feel herself.

Faith is a complicated thing. It turns you inside out, upside down and wrings you like clothes before they are lined to dry. But it is a process that is essential. It tests your spirits and your loyalty. Your unwavering trust.

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The doorbell rang. Rayna went to the door and peeked through the curtains. It was the vegetable seller. She was here again. With her rotten leaves.
"It is not good to eat leaves when there are floods," Rayna told her. "The rain floods the vegetable patch and then the leaves are infested with worms. It is unhealthy. If you grow some other vegetable you will be able to sell it during the rainy season."

The vegetable seller replied meekly, "but i look after elevalu everyday. No rain is coming to my watta." She new that it was a long shot for there was a flood last night. But what other choice did she have?

Rayna grudgingly bought a stack of leaves. She knew that this would pay the lady's children's school fees for the week. She would feed it to the rabbit. Poverty can be a dirty thing, she thought. Especially when you have to see it and feel it, but are not part of it. It brought out her guilt. Why, she did not know.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

renaissance

Several changes have taken place since my last post. Firstly i am no longer a student. Secondly i no longer have a direct connection with the world of architecture. Thirdly, there is an invincible google ad on this page.

The changes that have taken place need immediate attention. Architecture is a passion and i do wish to maintain an opinion on my ideas and thoughts about architecture, so i will be dedicating this blog to the discussion of architecture and the likes. Previous posts were backed by academic research and i hope to maintain a similar attitude with the new posts. Only i believe they will encompass a broader area of architecture and interiors as well as the social role they play. I also plan to broaden the horizons of this site and make it a more active pitstop for those with a view on the subjects discussed.
Idiosyncrasies will still remain the site for crazy and everyday banter.


Au Revoir
Amelie

Saturday, April 01, 2006

why architects?

I love architecture. People say that architects are redundant, but a world without architects would be mundane, monolithic and solely functional. Architects are needed to spice up your life. Imagine your home as a purely functional space. The structure only supports the load and the interior spaces are cut and paste house layouts. Imagine living in such a space forever. Where is the excitement? Where is 'your' special place at home if everyone's home is the same? Engineers are efficient, so its very likely if they took over architecture, everything would be generic, because efficiency saves time and cost. But architects exist to add meaning to your spaces, to create a place you never thought could exist... to make your home entirely for you. A generic 'box' in architecture has infinite possibilities. Engineering, a box is a box is a box. What else can it be right?

Why architects? Human beings are social people, and whether u are discerning or not, you inevitably appreciate beauty (although the term is subjective). Humans spend most of their lives in buildings, and your environment has a direct influence on your personality and state of mind. Basically a building can control you. So you need responsible people who care about humanity, and take pleasure in dealing with the social aspects of architecture.

Detailing in architecture makes a space intimate and cosy. When a building is designed right down to the hand rails, the spaces become intimate. The building seems to come to life. The energy and soul of the architect lives within it... mostly because someone 'cared' about it afterall.

Architects form an important part of the social fabric because in the end, architects are people who care; about the world, humanity and you!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Is this where life is?

what is it all about?
the world outside the shell
i see light
its not heaven, its not hell

turning to look
what do i see
a charming picture
its not me

push back the curtains
bring down the facade
what u see now
torn, tattered and scarred

open my heart
my mind, my soul
whats the idea
it all unfolds

shards of fact
threaded with hope
becomes a world;
a dream.
as if today becomes tomorrow.
what it is,
is not what it seems.

Saturday, April 30, 2005

wanderer

tormented.
the disfigured brain.
the capability that it once had.
shattered.
or hiding.

regret.
disbelief.
fighting for what i used to have.
now a negative space.
the perpetual echo.

this is what it has made me.
the brutality
the nonchalence.
respect- a forgotten word.
i've lost myself somewhere.

where is that person.
who used to be me.
what is this place?
is it what i see:
a cold and spattered world?

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

what is asian architecture?

What exactly have i learnt? A in depth knowledge of sit analysis? Relationship of buildings? it all seems very superficial.

It was an inspriring path. along the way u realise a lot of new things. infinite possibilities and amazing inspiration. but sadly ur too far down the line to adapt confidently. u wish u were brave... perhaps more focused. but u settle for something better than nothing.

this semester i got acquainted with the pitched roof. tedious to draw or make, but it posseses the amazing quality of being truly asian. it keeps off the rain, provides shade, and in short, is all that is needed to make a space comfortable! something i was begining to take for granted. as a child i thought amazing architecture was clean, sharp and clear. but i've realised that there is a depth in the earthiness of asian architecture. i dont blame my childhood, but the outlook that most of us had in those years were western. too western for the tropics. too unreal...

rustic and vernacular styles are what makes asia beautiful, sadly the craftsmanship and the knowledge is dying out. in singapore there are very few remnants of what used to be, and what in its true nature defines it. Atleast at home the situation is not that bad because they still exist. but there isn't enough emphasis on the important feautures of sri lankan architecture. little has been done to glorify it in the eyes of the people.

the idea of modernity in asian architecture. the materials, joints, connections, all add up to create an integral whole that cannot exist in parts. the roof being the defining factor. being asian does not mean that you recreate the old long house or the cadjan huts. it means that you learn from the mastery in those works and employ the lessons in what you eventually create. sound easy. but which elements are important? which elements are coherant and will work in todays life? we have survived so long without the template of traditional house layouts that if it were to be integrated in todays houses, it would feel alien.

yet the traditional wasnt perfect. it suited the people at the time it was used. adaptations obviously change the outlook of the users. old longhouses had no toilets.
something we cant live without today. colonialist rulers improved the sanitation condtitions of such places. colonialism is also an added heritage. be it good or bad, it is important to take lessons from their ideas of architecture. they were in fact the first to create the ideas of hybridisation of cultures.

essentially architecture grows with the community. it should be able to mature to suit the people that are going to use it. the culture, the habits and the lifestyle. like JW says, it is a case of adding layers upon an existing fabric. the transparency of these layers create a rich and dynamic enivronment, and creates a hybrid architecural style, and a hybrid culture. Thus the people and the environment are true to its heritage, without compromising the advantages of the modern globalised world.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Soliloquy

I'm falling over,
But you dont seem to care.
You sit.
You watch.
You stare.

My life is breaking,
My head's a spin.
You can just ignore.
Your brain gets nothing in.

I'd feel the pangs of hatred.
I'd feel the pangs of care.
For whichever it may be.
You just seem to stare.

I've lost the most i live for.
You don't seem to see.
What's in my mind.
Or what's inside of me.

Why can't you just open ur eyes.
And your mind.
See me,please.
Don't leave me behind.

When the world drowns me.
And i can't see myself.
You will paint my picture,
I'll need no one else.

Stop.
There's no use in dreaming.
Nothing will change.
I'll keep falling over.
You'll just sit
And you'll just stare.

She

Silently,
Awaiting the break of dawn.
Looking into the looking glass,
Staring at the sparkling stars,
She sees herself.
The stars in her eyes are fading.
She dissolves into another world,
A world of loneliness.
She knows, today is a new day,
Different.
She is scared,
Yet she's bold.
She's sad.
But she goes on.
As the stars give off their final flicker,
She wears her lovely smile,
And fades into the day.

Monday, April 04, 2005

today

whirlwind in my head.
crimson dreams
shimmer away.
lying asleep;
falling.

far away;
a place
i want to be.
a life
i want to live.

today i pray.
for strength
for courage
and hope.
till tomorrow comes.


"what you feel is what you are and what you are is beautiful" -Slide, Goo Goo Dolls

Friday, March 25, 2005

life

magenta skies
and gossamer wings.
transparency.
the unseen things.

troubled visage
and twisted brow.
metaphoric.
a mortal now.

broken soul
and futile dreams.
reality.
is what it seems.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

fatigue

the silent fear of failure
one does not want to hear
clouded out by the crafty mind
yet like a jabbing pain,
it is all clear.

reality is blatant.
pale existence.

beads of water.
on my cheeks.
a blessing,
a kiss from the sky.
salvation is near.

betrayal.
shattered hopes.
a broken spell,
reality surfaces.

the thread of hope is fear.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

stretched limits or some shit like that

Is there a limit? the boundaries of ur existence. capabilities. Is this what i want? is it something that i should look forward to?

time can only tell. the limits of my capabilities hopefully will get me thru. as long as i move forward, and survive ill be ok. i just need to believe that. whatever whoever may say.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005


The inspiration for the haiku. Changi Civil Service Club Posted by Hello

Grade 8 Trip to Bandarawela (98/99)  Posted by Hello

A Sunflower Birthday :) Posted by Hello

At the Banyan Tree, Bintan. 22/01/05 Posted by Hello

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Beach (a haiku)

Waves lapping on stone;
Leaves whisper to the wind.
Calm. Peace. Solitude.