03:14:14:12:08

Room of indeterminate length
A table that stretches into the thick darkness
Two endless rows of people I know and once knew
Sitting in a pregnant silence; Staring at the space before them.

As I move quickly to find my place
I see, between the shadows of their heads
Spheres of varying light that breathe luminescent
They stare unblinkingly at the radiant orbs that dance in the dark.

I find the only gap - a seat that is undeniably mine.

Five empty cards that lay neatly on a tabletop of velvety black.
A glance to my right and left: like the space between two mirrors.
I look at my cards
and I do as they do.
I breathe and I think and I concentrate.

And nothing happens,
and the stasis freezes into infinity.

Eklipse | Modular Seating

It's been a long time! Just wanted to post a little project that I've been working on recently. It's a design of a modular public seating unit made of polyproylene that can be aperiodically tiled due to its shape, creating a seamless flexible seating surface that suits all spatial situations.





Here's a drawing of what I intended it to look like:

Comes in 3 shades that are (pretentiously) named after varying shades of shadow, as the name Eklipse suggests - Lumina (white), Penumbra (light gray) and Umbra (dark gray).

Here's a really badly taken photo of a great 1:6 prototype kindly cut by my really nice friend Guofeng:

Got my funding to do a life-size prototype of my design, so stay tuned for more updates!

Dripping The Darkness of Night

Evisceration

Thin Air

Some time ago this very dark, twisted image came into my mind - a person being strangled by brightly-coloured balloons that take him high into the sky. Recall the Greek story of Icarus, the man who made wings out of feathers and wax, and flew so close to the sun that his wings melted and he perished.
Ambition kills us sometimes; sometimes you grow so blinded by the threads that hold together your success and your dreams that you hardly realise that those are the very threads that tighten around your neck and threaten to end it all.
And so the hypothetical voice of reason responds, "Cheemz sia. Wah lau why you so angst like wan to die die liddat?"
Errr... no idea man.

My Love and Hate of Architecture

I randomly created this composition, and somehow felt that this really really embodies the love-hate relationship with what I study - Architecture.
It's something that grows and feeds on your energy like a parasite or a virus, yet there's something strangely compelling about it that you cannot tear yourself away from. If you were to ask me now, I think my relationship with the Big A would be quantified as:

48% HATE and 52% LOVE

I guess.

Postcard from the Mind

It's been a long time since I've said anything in this space, and I've decided to break the silence with a snapshot of what's happening with me now - some things are best described wordlessly, and things that don't make sense sometimes are the things that are perfectly, crystal clear.

Just for your info, this collage started from a scrap piece of paper with my architecture design project in progress printed on it. I sort of stared at the thing for awhile, and I had this really really strange feeling looking at something somewhat familiar yet very foreign to me, like suddenly finding an unusual tree in the place where I unknowingly planted a seed long ago.

Kami Kami Kami!

Remember the Kami Chair I posted about half a year ago? Here it is under construction, welded by my favourite uncle from Sam Seng Metalworks. This was such a painful project to execute, but I must say, at the end of it I feel the greatest sense of relief looking at it done.

So where is the final chair, you ask? Stay tuned to find out.. haha. The best things in life are earned through patience. Bleah.

Collage: Deep Dark Dirty Secrets

Deep, dark, dirty secrets are the stars of the freakshow of life: when we hear one, it doesn't really matter who it's about or who it concerns. We gawk and marvel at the abominable beauty of the secret, the excitement of anonymous voyeurism, and the strange power of forbidden knowledge.

Stripped of their previous owners, here are 15 deep, dark, dirty secrets, sheared naked for your perusal. Fact or fiction - this would be up to your judgement. But be careful as secrets without origins, due to their inherent parasitic nature, tend to new owners to feed on...

1. I hate it that I'm fat.
2. I should have used a condom.
3. I cheated my friends of their money
4. I did it, and did it again until I was sore. I could not find a way to stop.
5. I get turned on by dirty socks.
6. Eating raw meat gives me a thrill.
7. I wanted to turn her gay so we could be together.
8. I killed the rabbit. I was curious about death.
9. When she broke up with me I took pills to end it all.
10. I cry myself to sleep.
11. I cheat in everything I do because I am incapable.
12. I hate her. She never told me I was adopted.
13. I stole the plastic dinosaur from the shop.
14. Not being able read or write hurts because I'm useless.
15. He touched me in a place that he shouldn't have.

Dreamscape 1

I opened my eyes and found myself in a dim, open place that smelt of an unwashed cage. Above me were large, boulder-like objects that were held precariously in mid air by stilt-like legs, forming a space not unlike a crypt. The boulders seemed to be carved to resemble animals heads: birds, fish, cats, and many other strange creatures I knew not of.

Humming in an indiscernible pitch were clocks hanging from these mysterious boulders..

Haiku: Lost - Loss

Loss

A valley so wide
The sparrow died; Trying to
Find its way across.

- Haiku

This is a post that has been waiting many many months to appear on the Little Plastikk Qube, but I'm just glad that I have found some time to continue with my entries.

This post is dedicated to all who has felt lost before, or an inevitable sense of loss. Sometimes, when things are down for you, what you need isn't really someone to cheer you on, to tell you things are better, to pick you up. Sometimes all you need is a quiet, white space in which you can mourn. A space where you can put down your heavy, heavy backpack for a moment, to stretch your limbs enjoy the vast emptiness and solitude, and eventually move on.

No, I'm not sad or feeling angst in life - I just feel a need for such a space in life.

A quiet nameless grave by the roadside, where anyone can sit down and think of what you have lost.

I hope I can provide this space.