potato bacon: potato rolled wif bacon. using nutrious milk dough. - $1.20 frm sun moulin

Ive been thinking about design again.

In the even of floods and monsoons, I am reminded of this community of people in India. As I was told they live as a village by a river. Their houses, made from mud and wood provide shelter for their families, safe for their livestock and limited belongings.
Every year during the monsoon season these mud houses would be washed away. These inhabitants of the once life giving river would have to pack up and move up to higher ground to set up home again. After the monsoon season passes the Indians will once again move back down to the river. And theses resilient people do it every year, over and over.

Ive never seen this place for myself, only heard of it from a distant source, however it sounds possible.

First thoughts were why would anyone want to repeat building their homes over and over, year after year. Doesnt seem very smart. However, ill suppose the river brings about extremely fertile soil for farming and rearing livestock. And each year as these farmers have their homes washed away, the monsoons also carries away the old, nutrient depleted, soil. And along with it comes new grounds for tilling and ranching.

So lets suppose this is the reason for the Indians to keep returning to the river.

Now these city free Indians are now experts in mud house construction since they do it every year. Im sure throughout the years theyve improved in their methods of building mud houses. They must also have their own ways of transporting families, livestock and possessions. Maybe even building materials.
Dont think any designer could match their knowledge in temporary and limited resource constructions.
Also these homes that they create would probably be in their simplest form – ‘minimalist design’.
And nothings stopping them from personalizing each home, wouldnt you? I think, here in the city, we call it interior design. (I dun believe in interior design but thats another issue for another time.)
How then would they device means to transport their annual move of homes, or their methods of recognizing the time to start moving? We have so much to learn.

Design problems, solved by solutions of non-designers, which are likely to prove themselves more efficient and effective than the produce of a pampered, city spoiled designer. Makes me wonder how any self respecting designer can feel happy producing rubbish on paper, which gets haggled down to rock bottom prices, sells it for peanuts and pat him/herself on the back and say “I also can design what” and eventually kill the market for design.

I once heard a comment that design was suited only for the rich. Ive always thought it was flawed but could never find what was wrong with it since it had some truth in it.
With the short discussion above, I now think design is suited only for extreme circumstances, extreme poverty or extreme wealth – monomaniacal culture.

yes... im still on blog leave... prolly for another 30days... but i surely will blog again...

cremosa lolli by chupa chups -$my frnd bought me one... it was goot!

lets see... too long since ive last had a post... and i prolly take even longer to post again.



well im pretty much full of complaints. which i wld really hate to put down in a journal. to forget is better. also since my com is becoming absolutely buggy im beginning to hate coming online...



ive got eighty five post... or so the new blogger system says... my cousin on the other hand has like 240 post... mad. bah never wasa dairy person anyways.











oh yea... im looking for a name for my baptism coming up next mth. wld appreaciate name suggestions that fit between edwin and tan.











i dont hold on to my memories anymore... letting them slip eases the pain of each day. living a day at a time has its prices, learning not to complain hides my agony. wld almost hav made dronehood but i still dream.



im still me, no love for this nation.

wanton mee, canteen b, deport rd camp -$2.00

its been 2 wks since i enlisted and things have become rather repetitive. it isnt all bad that things are repetitive... after all i dun expect to do more than grunt work given the miserly amt i recieve each mth. still mundane jobs are never my cup of tea. and things arnd the office are still at unrest, wif the regulars retireing and the auditors comming...



its not all bad though, ive got rid of my dark eye rings and became plumber. haha fora skinny boy like me putting on 4kg is a goot thing.

also had enuff time to go down to a road show and got the "n-gage". turned out to be a rather approps choice for an avid gamer.



nowsadays i try as best not think of anything futher then tmr... its kinda nice to be living one day on its own. my father always said its the habits of a hopeless individual... but i think its less stress not hopeless. still got alot i wanna do, includeing a new skin for this page... but thats gotta wait till things settle, soon i hope.



MAY spelt backwards is YAM!

copan butter toast -$2.00

it was after church/campus meeting and then dinner, while we were walking frm marina square to the esplanade, when an array of fireworks burst into the sky.



fireworks.



"ntuc" was was celebrating the completion of their new building, and threw a carnival (actually it was more like a dressed up par sa malam) along the bay side of the esplanade.

the fireworks were part of that celebration. it was such an elaborate display of colours and and array of lights, the fireworks launched during national day parades were put to shame...



ive never had such a close view of fireworks.



i remember playing sim-city, and in there, one way to heighten the spirits of ur citizens was to use fireworks. i always wondered how some rockets and explosives PoPs could make the mass happier... dint think it made sense until today.

well its funny how after watching a series of flashes and lights in the sky can make me feel light hearted, and almost grand... my frnds and felt likewise.



i guess we'ld never know the splendid effects of fireworks till we see it for ourselves...



spirials to star-burst, it was truly a beautiful way to light up the stuff night sky. now i think fireworks are an absolute necessity when i come to celebrations... i noe ill hav them for my celebrations.



PoP!

swiss chocolate mousse at the tarven -$8.00

haha... it did not work out... all those listed things to do and my attempt at a nice post in my journal on buses jus abt failed totally...



but im happy i dint bother to make them work out...



my last days of being absolutely idle at home. i managed to get that md of mine fixed, complete ffX and spend more time wif my friends, my brother and my mom. i suppose the first and last of those thing were the ones that really mattered.

and im glad i dint go rushing to do lots, since being stressed was the last thing i wanted to be.



also, there hav been alot happening in my head this few week past. ive changed my mind on many things, and whilst im not at all comfotable wif these changes i hav/wanna make i think its necessary... at least dire to me.



prolly speak differently now, scary.



now enlisted in to ns, working at central manpower base, im starting to clean up my life... no more late nights - will get rid of those dark eye rings. no more wakeing at 2pm gotta wake at 6am, actually read the bible in the mornings now... im working, meeting lottsa pple.

on the whole, the section im placed in and pple im placed wif are pleasent. i wld like to say that ive been praying abt this big change in my life and surely my God did not let me down. cld hav said it was luck that got me this far, but crediting luck wld be idiotic and rediculas after wat ive seen/experienced.



well, work can never beat idleing on my ps2, but not im in position for greater stuff, and much more.

hav u watched the passion? hope u see Jesus.

wild mushroom soup -$18.00

well its abt time i wrote something. i suppose i really feel like complaining abt drone city but i will refrain!



my main mode of transport used to be the trains when i was still schooling. it was a real pain to ride in this tube fill wif anxious sweaty commuters rushing off to work in the mornings... and depressing to be coming back wif tired stinking shoppers, blue collar workers and other misc stinky pple - out of which, i cld swear, emitted a cloudy haze arnd them invisible to the naked eye. like a mirage, light bends thro these fields... yuck.

but recently ive been using buses. 97 to church nad 176 to work. comparatively it is a joy o be riding the bus... one get to sleep, eat, drink and stare out the huge windows.



well bus rides are funner. i cant wait to bring a camera to the bus stops.