Fair

This song i want to share with you Fair by Remy Zero.


Remy Fair - Zero - The funniest bloopers are right here


Hey, are you lonely?
Has summer gone so slowly?
We found the ground
And that damage was done
It's cold as you fade into the sun
Where'd you go? To me.

But you're alive!
Well, it's only
Fallen frames, they told me
You stand out, it's so loud
And so what if it is?
It's cold as you face into the wind
Where to go?
(Tonight a sun shall see its light)

So what if you catch me,
Where would we land?
In somebody's life
For taking his hands
Sing to me hope as she's
Thrown on the sand
All of our work
Is rated again
Where to go?

And you were somehow
The rain this thing could allow
I tried
But it's all wrong

You're so strong
And this life and work
And choice took far too long
Where to go?
(Tonight a sun shall see its light)

So what if you catch me,
Where would we land?
In somebody's life
For taking his hands
Sing to me hope as she's
Thrown on the sand
All of our work(worth)
Is rated again

And I was sure you'd follow through
The world was turned to blue(so fair)
When you'd hide your songs would die
So I'd hide yours with mine
All my words were bound to fail
But I know you won't fail

See, I can tell...

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i heard it while watching the movie Fanboys and its also on the movie Garden State. Side track into some trivia about the band..

the band Remy Zero also did the very popular Smallville theme song Save Me. Unfortunately they have also disbanded since. The song Fair can be found in their 2nd album called Villa Elaine.

Love the song, its so haunting.


-would you even catch me now?-

Zilch

suffering from Post Architecture-project-submission-vacuum Syndrome

**makes sucking sound**

Pre-Submission Mayhem

angry, red and painful pimples start popping out on the face
puffy, swollen eyelids
bloodshot eyes
pale complexion
disheveled hair
bloated stomache
aching arms, neck and back
constant feeling of fatigue

some of the listed symptoms above may sound like what women have to go through once a month when good ol' aunt pays a visit but don't get me wrong, what i'm referring to above is not to lament about the major inconveniences women have to go through but rather the sad plight of year 3 architecture students in NUS who are about to face their first big hurdle in becoming an architect, RIBA Part 1.

the idea of a SoHo is captured in the architecture studio where students work and live here as submission draw near. amid the cutting mats, broken off pen knife blades, new materials, waste materials, butter paper, cartridge paper, sketch pens and pencils, UHU glue, white glue, laptops, chargers, books borrowed from the libraries, mineral water bottles, empty drink cans, cup noodles, chocolates, models, drying towels, safari beds and movable boards, we architecture students work and sleep (wait, what sleep?) endlessly throughout the nights before submission to finish the deliverables. it sounds and looks like a junkyard or just and accident waiting to happen, but we get along. accidents to happen sometimes when people slice part of their fingers off or worse the 'blue screen of death' from the computers and the scream and scramble after to ensure files were backed up.

nothing compares to this. maybe some journalist should shadow an architecture student and keep a journal tracing what they go through.

its so so twisted, its sometimes funny.

i just have to make it through till the 17th..

I WILL GET THERE IN ONE PIECE!!!

On a lighter note

i havent much to show for design later this afternoon but i found time to search for some entertainment online and found these..

i hope you enjoy them as much as i did, no matter how small the entertainment value, its still waayyyy better than doing design now :/



this last one is my personal favourite because it happens all the time :/



laugh..

In an unconcious state

" she dreamt of him today.. "

" was it good? or a nightmare? "

" oh, it was a good dream. he came back, and said he loved her. everything like before.. "

" is she okay now? "

" she woke up and reality sets in, you know how it is. she's still hurting inside, i can see it in her eyes.. "

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fridays and weekends are like a dream to me, they hold so much promise during the weekdays that when i think of them, i feel happy, almost seeing my soul leave my body and i envision myself doing what i would be doing this weekend. an out of the body experience. perhaps they are now an escape for me. an escape where i wont have to face work, faces that i dont want to see, and the stress i leave behind in school. dreams, i realise, are an escape. its this small part in your brain that keeps and locks up the sweetest memories but also the worst fears. then when u close your eyes at night, the gears in this tiny part starts working, setting off a serious of frames. sometimes jumbled, sometimes making full sense. sometimes waking up up perspiring all over in fear, sometimes smiling with sweet thoughts and the worst, sometimes waking up cheeks wet with tears.

i used to have frequent dreams when i was a little girl (yes i was little once) and they were always the same ones. one always starts with me somehow sitting on the parapet wall outside my grandparent's house on the 13th floor and a strong gust of wind comes and blows me over and i start to fall in slow motion down to the ground below. i always picture the motion of falling very slowly and it feels almost relaxing but before i really relax, i hit the ground and that's when i always wake up, with my legs slamming the bed as if in mimicry of my body slamming into the ground. i would break out in cold sweat after because as a child that really scared me. another vivid occurring dreams i remember was this one where i find myself in this extremely expansive huge white space, so huge i cannot see the end of it. but as i start to explore, i see the walls and ceiling start to enclose towards me. they start to increase in speed and i quickly find myself breathing heavily, in a space that continues to move in closer. the air becomes stuffy and i just before i wake up, in the dream, i always find myself unable to breathe, in foetal position, the walls are still packing in, just slowly now, i feel like i am in a box, claustrophobia sets in and with my last ounce of strength i scream and try to push the walls away. It is at this moment where i wake up and find myself cramped into a small corner of my bed, in foetal position like my dream, breathing heavily as though i had just ran a marathon, heart beating quickly beneath my chest.

these dreams haunted me almost every night but i never complained or told anyone about it. soon, as i grew older, they slowly started to disappear and i rarely get them now. but when i do, i feel the same way like the little girl i was about 15 years ago. they never made any sense to me and i dont think they ever will.

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" dry her tears. i hope she will be okay tonight and every other night. "

Through the hard times

Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence

You know how songs and music seem to touch you in transcending ways? well this song, in a weird way calms me very much. when i'm frustrated or flustered, it manages to calm my nerves. must be the way its composed (:

i love it very much (:

She Obviously Hates Me

What do you do when someone cuts you off as you speak?
What do you do when they think you're slacking off and haven't been attending their class for 4 for 5 times?
What do you do when they feed you what they think is the right answer?

WHAT DO YOU DO?

i'm really upset. very upset. its not like i dont try okay. and i'm not f**king invisible either. i've only not gone for your studio for 2 times and not 4 or 5 times you bitch. effing go change your glasses if you cant see properly, i'm not exactly what most people call a small girl and i never excelled at the game hide n seek either. u snide thing. behind that thin smile you always give lie the daggers behind..

"oh may! do you know you are severely behind time?", " where are your plans and sections?"

well if u cared to look, did have plans and sections before during the interim and besides i dont work well with two dimensional drawings, i need to make models to visualise the space and architecture BEFORE i get started with the drawings when i'm satistfied. dont judge me because i cant do it the way you want all your minions to work.

argh. i'm so angry/upset/frustrated/desperate with studio, no, wait, school. i was THIS close, THIS close to letting the wave of emotions overcome me. As she sat there in her stupid European manner, looking at me in the condescending manner, i felt a lump form in my throat. it was horrible. i felt horrible. had zero mood to say anything else in the defense of my project. ZERO. i just sat there "uhuh-ed" my way through.

she obviously hates me.

obviously, i'm too damn dumb for my own good to think of a solution that you're happy with.

i hate you. i hate school.
but i have no choice.