Buildings and Buildings and Buildings…


So recently, I started working on my first building project, involving designing a private and public/service space for a bookbinder. After about a week, the one thing that became quite clear was…designing a whole building (even if it’s just a tiny one) is quite fucking hard.

For starters, there’s an immense amount of aspects that need considering at which case, I do wonder why the fuck I’m doing all the designing alone. From the context of the site, to the needs of the client, to whether what I’m doing even makes logical sense, I find myself constantly discovering new things to consider…But I guess that’s one of the challenges of studying architecture, and of course one of the things that makes it most exciting.

To an outsider, the task of designing may seem superficial. As simple as picking eye catching forms, elegant windows, and just in general creating an aesthetically pleasing outcome. It may also seem as though much of the work they see being produced may be unnecessary and over the top. Yet to a person so indulged in the process of coming up with a building, the rigour in churning out pain-staking drawings and models seems second-nature and common sense.

To be fair, there are points when everything around me revolves around architecture and I feel like giving up. But then again, I usually sleep it off and head back to the studio the next morning.


Soup 1


There comes a time when one must grow up and “leave the nest”. Personally, I don’t consider myself a terribly mature person, seeing as I often find myself stressing out and dramatising minuscule episodes of my life, however, most recently, I found myself to be in the presence of a new friend who mirrored everything I worried about myself.

There were lots of times at which they would pour their hearts out about benign issues, worrying about whether they were “being liked”. To me, it wasn’t obvious that others in our group felt so strongly against their behaviour, but that probably stems from the fact that I’m so much like this person, and as such just found it as the norm. As a result of this, I do find myself heavily sympathising, but I also find it very hard to explain how I since realised the reality of the situation. I never had a moment of epiphany where everything suddenly clicked…it was more of a slow creeping in the back of my mind, that gradually caught my attention. To others, it may seem that a hard reality check might be the best way to “wake them up” but I don’t necessarily think this is the case. Rather, I think that this phase needs to be softly waited out, listened to, and slowly changed. Although this might mean that there may be a chance they may never change, there’s not really much else that I think should be done.

Speaking from my own experience, I always felt that I wasn’t being listened to; and in conversations with friends, I often zoned out when others talked about their problems, assuming that my problem was often more serious. I did try my best to pay attention and listen, but being a 16 year old brat, I just really couldn’t give a shit. Soon, I felt more and more distanced from my friends, I felt as though we were friends on the surface, but I really couldn’t connect with anyone on a level much deeper than talking about menial hobbies. Ofcourse, I do now realise that all of this was just in my head…and all I really needed to do was pay more attention. Now, I keep a much cooler head, and generally just try to keep everything lighter. There are still times when I struggle and fall into the same trap, in which case, I generally lock myself in and try and work things out myself.

I do thank my friends for sticking with me till now. Reading everything I just typed, I realise that much of it has little coherence but then again, it is hard to articulate emotions, whatever they may be.

First blog post


First time I’m writing a blog post…it feels slightly awkward talking to myself via a keyboard but I guess this is less time consuming than writing in a diary.

It’s been about 5 months since I began university life and I think I’ve already forgotten that I’m almost 6000 miles away from home…which in itself does sound a bit depressing. The idea that home could be forgotten, and replaced in the space of just less than half a year. This concept was quite frightening when I first realised its existence.┬áBut today I guess I’ve pretty much moved on already.

Hopefully by the time this blog actually begins to have some content, I’ll be able to find a way to cope with life being separated across the world.