i remember breaking into compounds and buildings.Abandoned Private Properties despite warnings that the supernatural might lurk around some dark Conor...
i remember walking on a half collapsed 2nd floor of a Bungalow in Orchard Area just before the land was condoned off.i nearly fell to the 1st if not for my hand phone torch light.
i remember secretly taking pictures in an ANDO and SEJIMA, risking my cam and being charged or ushered away rather unglamourously
i remember paying exorbitant admission charges for a REM, Botta and a Jean Nouvel.
i remember pretending to be a Rich Patron of Hermes so that i could get into a RENZO Piano.
i remember walking with a grossly bloated sprained ankle so that i could see a HERZOG.
i remember forgoing lunch so that i could spend 2 hrs in a Rafael Vinoly, Snapping away in a walkway suspended 40 meters high in an Atrium with the fear of heights.
i remember taking Silly pictures of myself with buildings in the background when i am overseas. hoping for some kind of weird fulfilment which could be easily be repeated with Good photo shop skills
i remember spending 8hrs on a bloody bumpy road in the country side so that could see an old palace off the outskirts of Beijing
i remember fighting with my parents over my choice of study which eventually i prevailed coz i kicked my self out of SP.
i remember .... wasting my youth for Architecture.
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after you survive the whole architecture education. then ask yourself again if it is worth it. and ask yourself again after working for a few year...
remember that studying architecture is a privilege, cos it's not something everyone can experience.
YY's aunt
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