Bamboo House in BALI.

To kick start the new semester, we are required to submit 2 presentation boards which includes all the related information and substantial study of a green building chosen by ourselves.

The selection of building is not something easy, at that time, I have some personal issue to deal with and yet I have to spare time to look for a building for this project. 

It was annoying when I found out that my selection was registered by someone else but at the will of destiny, I found this Bamboo house in Bali,

 a saviour.

A glance on the beauty of Bamboo Houses.

Attached pool of Bamboo House

Aerial view of Bamboo Houses along Ayung River

Here comes my true test:
to gather all the information available on the Internet and decide the best way to present them into 2 A1 boards.

Transformation of Original masterplan image to watercolor effect.

Watercolor effect of Bamboo House

Meanwhile, a studio trip to Cameron Highlands to conduct a site visit for the next project. 

Anyway the best memory of this semester.

It has been more than a year since I last visited Cameron Highlands, not much changes in the environment, just that I am not the same guy anymore.

I remember the time we eat steamboat together, shopping in the night market, tasting the local foods and so on. 

The glittering market shines like night stars from distant,

people walked pass each other crossing shoulder,

strawberry, honey and colourful candy

and none shall be compared to her beauty.

I had a feeling of standing at the middle of no where, 

no assignments, no burdens, no past, no future, just present.

But it was not true.

Life goes not, 

reality preys on us and I have no chance at all. 

That I know, very clearly when I crossed Penang Bridge.

Right passed the demarcation line.

Hi Penang! You win.

Resuming the studio work, sleep less for a few days and here comes the end products.

Souvenir from Cameron Highlands.

A cute Pikachu :)

陪我奮鬥！

Hopefully one day I can visit the Bamboo House that gave me so much good memories..

Bali.

Wait for me.

S.A.T

S.A.T

Ya Penang I'm back. 

Today is 2th October 2013, and I'm here well seated, recalling the S.A.T memories and write something on it. I should fell happy doing so 'cause... alright, straight to the point I'll start.

Contemporary architecture I say, is sexy. 

The modern starchitect you name it, Ole Scheeren, Zaha Hadid, Daniel Libeskind, and Lord Norman Foster, all are in Singapore, probably the nearest and most reachable spot to admire the beauty of their work. 

Tonight I'm not gonna talk much

The photography shall bespeak my feeling and emotion.

Peace.

Not an awesome shots display but looking back at this point, I still can feel the extreme tiredness of  walking on the little isle, searching for prominent buildings based on map, passing by the MRTstations like they never end..

However I enjoyed it very much and I strongly recommend  you to take a tour by yourself, with your friends, family or the beloved one...

Or you wish to go alone like me, it's still fine.

Trust me.

Thanks to my friend Ng who allowed me to stay in his university hostel, an unforgettable memory indeed.

:)

It was also the first time I set my footprint on an isle after leaving Penang for a 3-month internship at hometown.

If Penang were the Isle of Entourage, what's for Singapore?

I don't know but I call it S.A.T

SINGAPORE

ARCHI 

TRAVEL

In the Middle of...

 Hi, welcome to Louis' space, to guess the reasons why you are opening this tab is not a wise act that would bring much meaning but ... it's intriguing to me. Tonight I hope you are in a mood to share my Archi'life (not quite actually), I'm sorry if there are things that bothering you in your life but since you are here, I hope there is some useful words that you would garner when you read untill the last sentence. Anyway it is not my problem too if you eventually found out that :"Hey! I'm just wasting my precious time here reading lines written by some kind of bloody commiseration-worthy mediocre Architecture student that has nothing significant but high threshold of impregnable ego and prejudice, I could have utilized the time for something with a better cause!MAN, I can save life by sharing links of funding campaign for refugees seeking asylum in Syria on my facebook profile ya know?"

PEACE.

As the title suggests, an Isle's Entourage, everything that is written in this blog must lie within the purview of an "isle" but this time, I want to do some special attempt by writing my Archi life in Ipoh, because I just started my internship in my hometown. It has been a month since I start working in this Architect firm.

What I would say...em .At first I was nervous, seeing the unknowns that made me question my ability,  both emotional and physical (mainly emotional I confess).
But now one month passed and what I can say is that I made a very right choice to have my internship in Ipoh: Professional boss, helpful colleagues, lovely peers, challenging tasks and so on. Last but the most I'm Back. 

I love my family here, my father, mother, sister,my cat, aunt,uncles, grandpa, grandma, and also the Tzu Chi family.

The last semester was a hard one like I've been reside within a column of reinforced concrete for 4 months, but now I'm back,  Home sweet home. I'm neat, clean, shaved  and sober and I didn't care who knew it. (R.Chandler fans would get this :))

Also I get to meet up with some  special people that occupy so much gigabytes of my little-capacity -mind. It is glad to see that they are still young, energetic, matured, charming, sweet, and...you know the once young-boy-fantasy.

But I'm always sober, calm like a Louis. Ya.

By the way, I still miss Penang occasionally  (sounds cool), whenever I see the newsfeed, events, happiness and tragedies happened in the eternal Isle of Entourage that I can't even take part of it in the slightest way.Take care my friend on the ISLE, you might not see this but that's exactly what lingering around the trunk of my head.

Another day has gone, but I still have plenty of time here to meet those I wish to meet, I want to enjoy every sip of Ipoh's air and have it's oxygen content absorbed by my alveoli in the fullest possible way to sustain my body mechanism in this precious period in Ipoh before I get back to the Isle.


 It's not good to claim that you miss a place and you do nothing about it , therefore I render you.

G -Office Final Remake: Mid-autumn fantasy version

                                        "To say Goodbye is to die a little."
                                                         - Raymond Chandler

G - BAZAAR

YA, it's me again, once again a big welcome to you for visiting Louis's blog. It's my great honour that someone else out there is willing to spend their precious time reading some nonsensical and almost self-centered blogger's word.. by that I mean myself.

Similar to the previous project, this was also one with long duration,  I'll try to write my best.

This project was special because it started with a site visit to Perlis, this was the first time I set my footprint on this smallest state in Malaysia, I like to call it the City of Glass  (玻璃之城)

Arrival at Padang Besar, Perlis.

I recalled exactly 24 hours ago, I was standing in front of the departure hall of Siem Reap Airport in Cambodia, gazing into the the interior garden with little botanical plant, even until now, the intensity of skylight captured by the glass openings shining so vivid as if it is just radiating from somewhere near me right now. I close my eyes slowly, something within my mind drives me right to the abyss of memory, but I have no idea where the light source is. 

And when I reopen my eyes, what I see is just fluorescent lamp of my desk.

     Padang Besar, a Malay name, which in English meaning " Great Field", located in the northern part of Perlis, it is a border town of Malaysia and Thailand. Nothing special but well, it was my first time in Perlis, so I guess it means something. 

     After spending about an hour in the local bazaar for building study, we went to the our site of this project to carry out site visit. As usual, we divided among ourselves into groups with different task and carry out our part independently. It was a funny and meaningful study indeed, because there were always these group of coursemates that have the capability in making things to get done in the very best possible way, to elaborate.. a really happy one. :) 

Kuala Perlis

 Simply breath-taking

Doing the conceptual sketches, still G-concept is adopted as a continuation from the last project, G-office.
Upon seeing my conceptual sketch, most of my friends' expression were like: NOT AGAIN!!!\
 Haha~
I have no tolerance with shambling design process anymore because ..

"Rain fall through the night

with me in the dorm

recalling happiness and tragedies

all the while

entrenching imaginary structures

spanning lengthy arms to embrace

something not less than imaginaries 

barely to be peer of a man like them

then I realized

I want to be nobody

other than me."

~[Imaginary Me] 

         by me.

The Interim submission-
SHUT UP AND TAKE MY LIVER!!!

Been commented by lectures about the over floods of hybrid Architecture, she has a point and I tried to make alterations and adjustments to my design. 

Just that time runs too fast.

A week later....

4 A1 board, fully-colored. 

 I've done my best to give you nothing less than perfectness

Not ended yet!! Model making is on the way~

Sometimes I think I can't complete loh~
But I won't give up easily lah.
Cause my goddess revealed herself, telling me, in a soothing voice that is unfathomable by mere men :
"You can do it, just believe in yourself boy.
 then you'll be a man someday."


TOP


FRONT

SIDE

BACK

Add!cteD

Writing this at this moment, a page of fast words that may contain many errors,
nevertheless I'll be leaving soon in one hour
away from this lovely island,
away from my very good friends
away from those who care a lot bout' me
away from the one I will  surely miss a lot when I'm back into my origin later
It seems like everything back into square one but I know very well that inside of me it will never be the same anymore.
No matter where i go,
No matter what I'm going to design next time
No matter who i'm gong to meet i the future

And i....I will always miss you


-Nonsensical and almost self-centered blogger's word.

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  Goodbye Penang, the Isle of Entourage.

                                22/6/2013

G-Office

I think no appropriate way of starting a blog ever set by any people, so I will just start my blog by writing things that keep bouncing within the circumference enclosure of my heart.

As you know, this is a blog about my Architecture life in University. 

Therefore I will start telling a story, a latest one happening in my life.However, the more I try to be specific, it is the more severe that I can't just focus on telling the story from the perspective of Architecture alone.

WHY?

.....

...

because

I strongly believe there is no such thing as "pure floor plan", authentic design, blah blah blah. It is important that I have different experience and feelings in this path to my Architecture dream, everyone is essential to me, frankly speaking.

 But I just can't be frank in reality. 

Maybe because I'm not a good speaker, a dull student, worshiping those fallen stars who were long forgotten by the "young one", reading those novelists' work who are no longer exist in the mind of the "future generation" and missing those who appeared in my life before, who has left great impacts to my crusty emotional fort, which is now, filled with irrevocable scars and tarnishes.

bUt

It's ok.

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Ok, the intro is done and let's talk about my latest project!

Well basically it is a deign of Architectural project office to be located next to the HBP E48 studio building.

it's along project that weighs about 50%of my studio grade, which means 3.5 unit in 1 project.

You get what I mean?

Early sketches

I remember the sleepless night spent doing these butter papers solely for crit purposes, I have passed the stage of bragging /complaining about the scarce sleeping time in Architecture. 

Why sleep so much , you can have a long rest when you die right? 

I accept things as norm and ...well it's my life , it is my destined path to undertake in order to pursue my dream: Benefits the others through the dedication to your profession.like Le Corbusier.

Doing the lighting model with roommates..

1 night production.

This isn't even my FINAL FORM!!!!

Exterior view (sorry for the poor render, 4 hours before submission nia..)

Sunset sea view

INDOOR PERSPECTIVCE

G -office.. 

the name of the design office, sounds cool like G-Dragon (lolx), G-Hotel (not bad>.<)

But in this context, G stands for Gembira, Gemuruh, Gemilang.

and the most important, 

GRATITUDE

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Great THANKS to those who accompanied me during the duration of the projects, my course mates, orchestra members, family, lectures and 

Last but the MOST: MY ROOMMATES 

PIKA and LIN GOH

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Specially dedicate this project to my Grandma who had her heart  operation done while I rushing for the project. 

Thankfully everything is fine, forgive me for not able to pay you a visit. 

But I always wish you a healthy body and happy soul.

Your grandson,

Chan.

2013.Apr.7 Penang Isle. Malaysia

KAFKA

So this is my new semester.
Ya, how time flies.
A new semester marks a new starting point for me, and it really does.
To me, entering the university again after a 2 months long break really makes no strange feeling to me.
Maybe in somewhere deep in my heart, there is an isolated area where light of conscience would never reach. And in that place, keeps the nostalgia and emotions I own, to the university, to the friends of mine and a few people who are just too indelible in my memory.

The new studio for Architecture students.

I once shared a joke:

There are only two 哦ccasions where my table will be clean, the first day and the last day of a semester.

Just not bad

So the first project is to design a gazebo to be located near the Studio building.As usual, the first task is to carry out site analysis and land survey...Was it fun? SUREeee...

Thanks to my friend Elliot who accompanied me ...and sacrificed himself to the mosquitoes!

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Organizing the information

And the initial idea, a gazebo which has separated platform and roofing

It has the curve roof which is an idea derived from a water droplet flowing from the slope to the ground.

However, after discussion with my studio master, Dr.Sharifah, I felt that there was a need in expanding my idea and to include more design philosophy in this gazebo

Then, the idea came out from nowhere....

                                                  Integrating THE GOLDEN RATIO...

And doing the studio work at late night was never lonely because there was these group of students campaigning for the university election.

"To estimate what a type of man is worth, one must calculate the price paid for his preservation.

The condition of the existence of the good is the lie."

well said Nietzsche.

And these few days I was just fed up by the strong propaganda carried out by the so called candidates.

The vague and ambiguous manifesto just made me laughed so hard.

blah blah blah~~

''However, between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it,

I will always stand on the side of the egg.''

                                                                                   ~Haruki Murakami

What makes you stay strong for sleepless night.
Thanks to my friend Pika!

The night before submission!

KEEP FIGHTING！·

And it was morning, off to studio.

Final Presentation Board, the Kafka.

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This is a project about Change.

As for me, everything changes in the new sem, 

sometimes,

 I do have an intense feeling that some parts in my life has really changed.

Imperceptibly, so fast like a piece of tea leaf releasing itself in a pool of warm water.

It is not a bad thing, neither is good.

The people I met a year before, the events took place, the endless conversations we once had,the smile you gave me, the indelible memories we hold in our hands. \

It really was a happy time spent in the first year. 

And now, some part were gone, and ironically another parts came into the "system" and play the same roles

But the similar feeling would never be the same.

There are things that I still cherish, care about and shall not forget. 

However, time, the monster that ate up all the gigabytes of my life still carries on its duty, occupying my "space" minute by minute, day by day and I can't find a way to resist.

And suddenly one day , 

I woke up in my bed in the hostel as usual. 

The intensity of sunlight passing through the opening, the warmth I felt on my face. The morning breeze flipping the curtains , following a slow and non-repetitive rhythm. 

 I slowly tilting my body to the right, opening my eyes.

 I lay on my armour-like back, and if I lifted my head a little I could see my brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. 

The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. 

My many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of mine, waved about helplessly as I looked."

"What happened to me?" I thought

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And it wasn't a dream.