For my "Investigating Interiority" class, we were told to write a paper on REmodeled/ REstored/ REnovated (however u like to call it) buildings by architects, and analyze if they followed a time-based design concept on the buildings such that a "new life" is breathed into them again, and will continue to evolve and withstand the test of time and change.
Sounds abstract? i suppose, but it actually makes a lot of sense, and its concept is actually alot more important in this day and age where we are ever more likely to slip away from our past.
In my case, no other buildings in the world would interest me in as emotionally-attached a way as the characteristic traditional shophouses scattered across my homeland Singapore. The great challenge and irony though, was to find articles and resources to support my study on them when i'm thousands of miles away from what used to be at my doorstep, and after tedious search over the internet and libraries, my research has finally taken some root...hell, i had just spent over 6 hrs straight going through websites again and thousands of old photographs from the Singapore Archives....but!! the discovery was amazing...it was like seeing the pages of history unfold, and places i never thought twice before suddenly have whole interesting stories behind them..
Hill Street Police Station along River Valley Rd_1930s
Raffles Place_1920
Preservation of shophouse along Chinatown_1989
Wayang Show at Syed Alwi Road_1980s
Photo sources: The National Archives of Singapore
Other websites of interest: yesterday.sg; Historic Chinese Architecture in Singapore
After that unexpected overtime, i continued into the night preparing my internship resume until i stumbled into my own "archive" of poems i had written during certain spur of the moments in the past..Thus the creation of a new blog! Ha..don't need to faint, it's just meant to be a virtual archive for anyone who wishes to include theirs in as well, all in the good (and usual) name of inspiration...that's what gives life it's meaning, no? So check it out...and contribute, pretty please!
Earth's Children_sPur Of thE moMentS
[Poem below is dedicated to the courage of those who dare to alter the fate of others, even if it means throwing theirs to the wind... ]
CHOICE
A swirl of sand danced, with the rising wind,
In the blazing dusk, a brutal chill sets in.
Two bony, scorched feet paused in mid-walk,
Same lifeless eyes, to the ground they were locked.
A baby’s whimper erupted from below,
Gnawing Her dead skin and Her even blacker soul.
Time stood still, but finally She bends…
In Her arms She now carries a new weight,
Away from survival, and into the arms of Fate.
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