Blogging @ mobile

I've just installed blogger for mobile :) everything is in your hand gadget.

Amazing... I fall in love with Mac if only the iPhone didn't keep changing every year.. If I follow the trends i gonna be so broke :) so I hold to the iPod given by my frenz&bro, since there's wi-fi In my house n office this is more than enough. Actually there's almost no difference with iPhone. Except it can not make a call :) no worries though

Beautiful Sunday morning :) Like always... I always tell myself I tried my best to do whatever assigned to me and to be as kind as I can. If the work/ people take it differently, it is not between me and them. It between me and God :)

" A Poem by Mother Theresa Catholic Nun and Indian Spiritual Leader This poem was written by Mother Theresa and is engraved on the wall of her home for children in Calcutta"

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered; Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will forget tomorrow, Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got ... anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God, It never was between you and them anyway.. .

Singapore Chapter Two

Here i am, I have been a week in Singapore.. Singapore?? again!?!? =D

I have found that so many things have changed after i've gone, filling the gap while i'm not there..

For example, my brother and his girlfriend are closer (i'm really happy for them), my colleagues are fighting with each other, my cabinet is full with unimportant things 'till i can not put my things in (last time it's belong to ME) hahaha... However, everything is still OK and Manageable ^^...

I'm sad and happy at the same time, i miss my friends, the single life that i have here... but i'm sad that i have to leave my family & friends & and my bf there... Wanna have them all (pokemon theme song~)... hahahha... I know it's impossible.

However.. I've learnt to let go... and not to put up a fight, i feel like i need to believe where live takes me.

I hate myself when i feel weak!

Ceritanya gua ke dokter buat minta obat migrain... Ternyata, gejala typhus.. jadi pusing pusingnya gua n ga bisa konsen selama minggu2 terakhir ini gara2 gua gejala Typhus.

Gua yang biasanya sangat jelas dengan apa yang harus gua lakukan buat ke depannya kok jadi ragu, gak bisa berpikir jernih... Hiks hiks... Bos gua dari Singapura udah telp 2x minggu ini nanyain apakah gua bakal balik ato enga, padahal gua ga bisa berpikir... Kepala pusing tiap kali berpikir serius... Di minggu ini juga interior gua dibubarin since temen gua yang atu udah stress ama kelakuan yang atu lagi... Gua ga bisa mikir cuma angguk angguk... Gua benci diri gua yang kaya gini, n kenapa gua harus sakit pada saat begitu banyak keputusan penting yang harus gua decide...

Alhasil gua bertanya2 ama orang soal keputusan apa yang gua ambil, konyol seebenernya... karena yang tau apa yang elo mao itu sebenernya diri loe sendiri. Tapi diri gua ga bisa diandelin sekarang, GOSH... Whereever the decision take me.. i only can flow with it. Mungkin harus banyak berdoa kali ya... Moga2 ga beneran jadi Typhus.. bisa gilaaa... It is very scary when u can not control ur decision consciously, mungkin karena selama ini gua selalu consciusly decide everything in my life.. Menimbang positif dan negatif dan visualisasi ke depan... Nobody can decide for me.. Nobody....

Waktu Begitu Cepat Berlalu Dee..

Wuihhhh.. Ga kerasa udah sebulan gua balik Indo (lebih kalee)..

Seperti biasa sibuk ga jelas terusss....Gua kadang2 (sering maksudnya) bingung, sebenernya gua sibuk banget ngapain aja seeehhh... udah begitu sibuk tapi kok kaya ga beres2 kerjaan.. hiks hiks hiks.. Mungkin terlalu serius gua menjalani hidup (ce ileee.. serius kaga ada hasilnya juga).. ssst!!

Sebulan ini aja.. pulang Indo.. kayanya masih belom beres juga misi gua bebenah kerjaan, padahal kan udah sebulan gicthu loh. Terasa cape...(lo mah ngapain juga cape..) Padahal pulang pengennya santai santai.. (mimpi aja de lo...) Tapi ternyata begitu banyak kerjaan, gak nanggung2 lagi kayak yang udah numpuk 2.5 taun diteriakin ke gua semua sekaligus. Molai dari yang gak penting kayak ngegedein ring tone HP si nyokap (cape deee).. sampe struktur dan kontrak kerja interior yang ternyata menimbulkan permasalahan.. n last but not least bokap co gua meninggal n gw jadi dikejar2 kawin... OH NO! mennnn... gua baru pulang sebulan doang. sebulan for GOD SAKE... whatdaya expectttt.... hiks hiks hiks... (udah sebulan tepatnya..)

Pasti orang-orang bilang... di Singapore mo pulang Indo (ga tau terimakasih)... di Indo masih sok stress (dasar mahluk ga tau di untung)
....dan gua cma bisa bilang... " Mengapaaaaaa.... Aku beginiiii...."
*joged joged ala Naif* (apa seh lo?)
ih sirik aja...maklum dong namanya juga orang stress...
Kenapa ya si suara hati ini selalu mengganggu ketika gua ini menulis blog di kala stress?? Misteri...

*Ehem*.. mayan juga abis joged agak lega dikit.. Duh jadi kangen joged2 di Clarke Quay bareng ex-anak2 kantor.. hihiyy... Yah intinya hasilnya belom ada sih... hiks hiks hiks... *bercucuran aer mataa*.. hiks hiks hiks...

TAPI SOON WILL BE *huahahuahuhauuhaaaaaaaa* (buktiin dulu de baro ngomong) *jeleeebbb* Aahhh.. Tuhan.. inikah guna suara hati?? asa melawan gua banget seeehh!! (iya emang untuk meluruskan jalan lo tauk..)<-- diem lo ah sebel! Btw bos gua telpon (untuk kedua kalinya)... minta gua balik lagi ke sono, nahh cilaka kan lo... Temen yang gua rekomendasikan mao dipecat, OMG... Kok bisa? nah gua juga bingung... secara kalo gua balik ntar mo bilang apa orang2? >.< temen gua kalo ga tau bisa nyangka gara2 gua mo balik dia dipecat.. oh no oh no... tapi duit ditumpuk menggiurkan.. uihhh... *netes2 air liur... mata ijo bersinar2 kaya goblin..* (goblin juga ga gitu2 amat kale)... ah dilema... antara duit dan suara hati... pilihan sulit??? Tentu Tidak!! SUARA HATI KELAUT AJA LO SONO... (....) Tapi ini lebih karena kebaikan gua dan bawaan gua yang penuh budipekerti nan luhur. Gua rasa2 kurang baik kalo sekarang... tunggu dia beres dulu urusannya ama bos baru kalo mo balik ntar gua balik de hihi.. (maksud lo apa si?) yah gua juga ga yakin urusan apa sih yang harus diberesin.. haiz (emang ngalor ngidul ga jelas de.. pantes sibuk kaga ada yang beresss)... Biarin! Buktinya bos gua masih maoo gua balikkk.... (tertipu dia tertipuuuu..) yah artinya gua pandai nipu... lumayan... pandai yang penting.. gua emang hebad.. *suara hati speechless*

As usual, 1-0... suara hati kalah lagi.. yipee

About Singapore...

The hardest thing when you want to write a blog is you don't know where to start, once you start... all the words comes along naturally.

Today, i'm going to share my opinion 'bout Singapore. Lots of people thought that Singapore is the most developed country in South East Asia (we have Japan, China, and Hong Kong) for Asia, people assuming when the country is developed, the mentallity is followed. however found that it was wrong.YES, it is the richest country in South East Asia now.. People assuming when the country is developed, the mentallity is followed. So when i reached Singapore, i expected the people to be intelect, hv a good manner, considerate, and compare to undevelop country.. they should hv more integrity.

I came here and found out that the people here as not as intelect as i thought and lack of manner, even some of the angmo (how they called western people) bluntly called them stupid. Their prime minister ask them to upgrade their skill or work harder if they dont want to be outnumbered by foreigner. From my point of view, i believe that their smart people is out there, but since there's only view of them (considering the total amount of citizen is approx. 3 million) they need the others who is not so educated to fill in the position, that's why we encountered so much people is not suit to their position. However, this is actually Singapore plus point, there's so many work field for their citizen (but there's still unemployee, approx. 2%).

There's more uneducated people at undeveloped country (by percentage), but at least the uneducated people when they work they have more manner and will answer your question politely when you ask, not act like a genius and assuming other people is idiot. It is make you double angry when the idiot people treat you like an idiot -.-" if the idiot thought you are idiot.. you are more idiot than the idiots. So the manner is becoming the issue when it come to this case, which their goverment tried to change their behaviour by putting a lot of adverstisement of kindness and ask them to be considerate.

So, the goverment ask them to work harder (please note that their working hours is 44hours/week, hvn't consider Overtime, it is higher than South Korea, Japan, and Hong Kong), if not the goverment will ask the foreigner to replace their place (this is my summary of the minister New Year speech)...
The goverment ask them to be smarter...

Imagine you have a long working hour, with not enough/ average capability for the job, and anytime you can loose your job because there always other people who can replace you. Your life depend on the job.. (The living cost is so high, almost all your belongings is still in the mortage, once you loose your job, you have to let them go and almost no saving. Combine with Chinese background which make you money-oriented and your tone followed the mother-language (rude eventhough you dont mean it).Then the goverment ask you to be nice to other people...

Most of them lick "angmo" ass and treat them like a king, like all the asians usually do, however this attitude seems extreme when it came to Singaporeans. As they treat the other asians and their own like S****.
If you serve 2 fishes for Asian guest w/ smile and serve 3 fishes for Angmo guest w/ smile.. that's is possibly to tell the foreigner that they're welcome in Asia and we love them here.. or... we want their money...
But if you serve half fish to your Asian Guest with lots of grumbling or not even look at them like they're only burden to your job, and when it come to angmo you serve them w/ 5 fishes w/ smile and lots of nice words.. definitely you want their money and you have no self-respect, no integrity... guess what? it happens in this developed country...
They do not proud of themselves if compared to angmo and they arrogant compared to others foreigner from poorer country..
The girls desperately look for Angmo boyfriends and dream of the luxury life... (Logically, they are smart as they can see what the future will give them here)

Their country is rich... but their people is suffering.. Mmm.. It is not like what you see outside on the advertisement.

There's nice things 'bout Singapore, it is clean and safe, you can jog alone at midnight and there's small chance that somebody going to rob you. Their public transport is fascinating... Punctual and Comfortable. The branded goods is cheaper than other countries in Asia (except Hong Kong). The city is organize well, they have specified department for park, building, structure, land, etc. Sometimes i feel like playing Sim City here ^^ haha.. There's a lot of signage, impossible that you are lost in Singapore. Their salary is high compare to other countries in Asia (not to mention the living cost).

This is just my opinion, which some people might found it offensive (i dont mean o offense anybody). I do believe we have the right to shout out what we think.. I'm just a foreigner that passing by with limited knowledge, but that's what i think 'bout Singapore.

Who would want to be an Architecture Student??

I have found this article, which made me happy.. coz i found i'm not the only one who think this way 'bout Architecture..
2(two) years ago my frenz post an article shown how others (who is not an architect) feel bout an architect, how arrogant they are and how they only can think about architecture but not other important things in life..
Now, this article is showing how an architect think about architecture nowadays...

It is not that i hate the architecture (i love it really) but it is just not worth it to live a life like this.. I just don't get it why architect graduate need to be so arrogant, so exclusive..
Definitely you need good balance between left-right brain to graduate, but do you really think you are so smart when you choose to sacrifice the whole life for work?
Some of my friends really have the talent there, but most of them only become a drafter with an architect title on their name card (since architecture graduate is more than the industry needs).. Is it really worth to be waste most of the time (most of the time = 15hours/day 7days/week) and take back average salaries? However, Check the article below..

From The Times
October 15, 2009

Who would want to be an architecture student?
Bad pay, few jobs and an uncertain future? Who’d want to be an architecture student in the current climate?

Emma Tubbs is crouched on scuffed lino in a bleached-white corridor outside her tutor’s office. She’s not alone. The corridor is crammed with students, each hugging work bound in portfolios, or complicated squiggles on cardboard purporting to be the future of architecture. It’s freshers’ week at the Bartlett School of Architecture at University College London.

For architecture students up and down the country freshers’ week is rather more tense than for other undergraduates. They are not just coping with normal fresher stuff — making their own bed and learning how to neck pints in ten seconds. In most architecture faculties students and tutors alike have to submit to the gruelling process of hustings — like Dragons’ Den, only here the dragons get frightened too.

The previous day, sets of tutors competed for students in a series of 20-minute pitches delivered in the lecture hall. Now the students compete for places with the tutors in a string of interviews over 48 hours. Tubbs is about to have hers. “I’m a little frantic, you could say that, yes,” she laughs. “I really want this tutor.” “It can end in tears,” says Nic Clear, the Bartlett’s director of fourth and fifth-year students. “I mean for the tutors. They worry about it all summer. What if no student picks them?”

This new bunch of architecture students, though, has added reasons to be worried. The recession has decimated the construction industry. Unemployment among architects has risen more than in any other profession. Architectural firms are in the red. Even Norman Foster’s fêted company has had its losses double in a year, from £8.5 million to £16.1 million — and that after laying off 400 staff. Fifteen years ago I graduated from the Bartlett during another recession. That was bad enough. This one, though, is a lot worse.

To cap it all, Britain is producing more architecture graduates than ever — more, some say, than the construction industry actually needs. A decade ago Britain’s universities were churning out 1,000 a year. Now it’s 1,400. The Bartlett alone attracts 1,800 applicants for 90 places. Five new architectural schools have opened in the past decade. And, after seven years of training and tens of thousands of pounds in debt, the average graduate is competing with hundreds of others for not many jobs. “What I find most insulting,” says Tubbs, a fourth-year student, “is that after all that training I’ve got friends who are starting on salaries of under 20 grand.”

David Melia, queueing next to her, joins the chorus of disapproval. “You go to parties and people say, ‘Oh, you’re an architect, you must earn loads of money.’ Er, no.”

Average salaries for architects are about £40,000 — £70,000 less than doctors or dentists. “You don’t go into architecture for money, stability and a job for life,” Tubbs says cheerily. Laura Allen, who runs the bachelor course, puts it another way: “Architecture’s still dominated by the well-off, the privately educated.”

So, what do you go into architecture for? Iain Borden, the head at Bartlett, puts much of the rise down to the Grand Designs factor. “Architecture is much more visible nowadays,” he says. “It’s on the TV. Icon projects are a factor. Students see them on adverts or on holiday. People such as Norman Foster are household names.”

Allen agrees. “We get students at 18 who all like Foster and the Guggenheim in Bilbao and Santiago Calatrava. Architecture is a bit cool. But it’s also a career, so the parents like it too. Everyone’s happy.”

The students I meet prove the point. Thanks to a more box-ticking, exam-orientated system — and the prospect of debt — they’re far more focused than my generation was. Even 18-year-olds here talk about the “edge” a Bartlett degree will give them in the jobs market. “I enjoyed art at school, but I wouldn’t want to be an artist,” says Alexander Holloway, a confident third-year. “The art market is flooded. Here you get to see a tutor every week. Some places you see them once a term. After all, we’re paying for the education.”

“Architecture students aren’t like other students,” Allen says. “They’ve always worked a damned sight harder. You won’t find them living up to the student stereotype. “Hundred-hour weeks are quite normal,” Allen says. “Flatmates never get to see them. They’re strangers in their own home because they’re here working till dawn day after day.”

It has to be like that, she adds. “Architecture is an immensely broad subject. It straddles arts and sciences. You have to learn the past 200 years of knowledge about building, cities, landscapes, sociology. And you have to have designed — and come up with the brief and the site for — five or six buildings by the time you leave, right down to the smallest detail. And then you’ve got to learn actually how to be an architect — the law, the business, the contracts, running a team. You just can’t do it in less than seven intense years.”

On the plus side it fosters resilience. On the minus, architects live in a world hermetically sealed from the rest of us. “Architects marry other architects,” Allen says. Arrogance — as with the medical profession — is all about. What gets them through it, the students say, is the camaraderie of the unit system — the whole point of this week’s hustings. The system, by which students are divided into “units” of 15 or so, run by a couple of architects, was introduced in the early 1970s by the private Architectural Association school, in part to mimic the centuries-old atelier apprenticeship system. The reason hustings are so feverish is because which tutor, and student, you end up with matters. “Your unit will be your life for the next few years,” Clear says. “You work with them, you go drinking with them, you stay up designing night after night with them and, when you graduate, you’ll often end up in a job with them.”

“Units are a bit like football teams,” Borden explains. “They’re all playing the same game — but each plays it differently. And you can be on only one side. Loyalty matters. It’s intensely competitive.”

Each unit has a different take on architecture, just as each architecture school has a different ethos. Some schools, such as the one at the University of Bath, are big on engineering and practical skills. Others, such as the one at the University of Cambridge, are sticklers for architectural history. And the Bartlett? “They do the crazy stuff,” says David Melia, a fourth-year student. “But that’s why people like me come here. For the creativity.” Clear puts it more diplomatically: “We like to encourage students to go off at tangents, to question things.”

Some blame the Bartlett’s reputation for pushing creativity for the rise in iconic architecture obsessed with original forms. Out in the “real world” building contractors, developers, even some architectural firms, often accuse architecture schools of nurturing creativity over practical skills. Sit in on the hustings and you see where they’re coming from. One unit will design an “embassy for cyborgs”, another a toy factory that questions consumerism. Clear’s own unit teaches film-making, heavy on J. G. Ballardian dystopias.

These, Clear admits, are at the “esoteric end”. But all the Bartlett’s units are defiantly experimental. Last year’s work is on show in the entrance hall. There are animated films encapsulating the notion of uncanny space, sophisticated computer drawings “made of complex algorithms that blur and intensify space”. Incredible work. But nothing you or I would recognise as a bona fide building with a front door and a roof. Leave the future to Bartlett students and we’ll all be living in car-crash spaces that occasionally come into focus as giant mechanised spindly crustacea. But “you’ve got to teach them how to think about space first and foremost,” Clear says. “Under what might look like the most far-out project real-life themes are there.”

Themes such as the “grand challenges” that underpin every course — health, sustainability, intercultural interaction and wellbeing. The architecture degree also has to comply with subject areas laid down by the Royal Institute of British Architects and the Architects Registration Board . But each school can determine exactly how that’s done. “And think what else we teach them,” Clear says. “Software skills, computer design, imagination, how to conjure up from nothing a building with integrity.” If it were left to architectural practices alone to train architects, Borden says, “nobody would learn about the Italian Renaissance, just how to put together tender packages.”

You do wonder, though, about this year’s graduates. The Bartlett’s have fared better than most. This is, after all, the Oxbridge of architecture, though many end up nowhere near architecture. Some of Clear’s graduates now make promo films for Björk and Audi. Two from the experimental Unit 14, Harry Parr and Sam Bompas, make architectural jellies for A-list clients. “We teach students to be flexible, and optimistic,” Clear says. “I bet you architects have a low suicide rate. There’s always the next project.”

So what’s the point? I’ll leave you with a third-year, Alexander Holloway: “At the end you think, ‘Yeah I did achieve something, I created something. And it’s all mine.’ What a feeling.”

In Flu eN Za

Yesterday is the worst sore throat i've ever had, i couldn't even shallow my saliva, not to mention try to speak. My throat felt hot and pain. I always thought that flu is not a serious illness, it's only make you tired or maybe distract you from doing things, but not torturing! Turn out i'm sooo wrong...

In the office, i'm like an idiot that keep going to the toilet and redo my work from start as i'm not focus on my job. I was wearing shawl and sweater in Singapore weather *sweat* I answered call with minnie mouse sound and embarrased myself by trying to make the shortest answer possible.

Caller : Hi, I'm Moorthy for "Bla Bla" Company (with Indian Accent)
Me : Ow yeah, (pause)..., hi Morthy, (pause).... (Minnie Mouse tone)
Caller : Is this Ms. Eliana? (must i say it is wrong number??)
Me : Yes, pause . . . (usually i will greet and asked them how's the process)
Caller : I'm on site now, and i found it is impossible to move the blower from this area to surrounding area. Due to the ceiling height and bla blabla... so the tension in the other output will be higher... are u with the M&E plan for this building now?
(5 mins explaining the condition...)
Me : Yes... (pause)... (almost crying,extremely painnnn!)
Caller : Hello? Are you there?
Me : Moorthy, would you mind explain to me by email? (one sentence! *burnt* i felt like going to kill myself at this point)
Caller : (pause)...Ow Okay.. (ow gosh! he definitely hate me T_T)
Me : Thanks ..
Caller : (hang up)....

>.< in the end. He never email me, i have to call him on Monday haizz...

In the night time, i can not sleep as my nose is blocked and i can not breath with my mouth coz any air go through my throat it burns.. so i was between the choices out of breath or pain like heel... In the end, i fell a sleep in the morning (maybe coz im too tired 'till couldn't not feel my sore throat anymore) and when i wake up this afternoon, my sore throat get better. Thanks God!

I would not look down on "flu" anymore, now i believe that flu can kill people *avian flu and H1N1 for example* at some stage it can be extremely torturing. *scary***