Sunday, September 18, 2011

#Let me be clear on my view, Penang

It seems that my previous entries have confused many, as I tended to write obscurely which explained my preference to leave a sense of suspension among the readers. Let me be clear, let me be clear of what I wanted to say.

Virtual Space
 The world has been advancing faster than one would ever thought as we can see in the past few years. The spur of touchable screens, customized apps brought to the information flooding in our daily life. To some extents, boundaries of things have been blurred. Now one pans around the googlemap while finding his way, be the first one to obtain discount vouchers via apps, shop online and get your goods delivered to your doorstep. See - we need more spaces than ever, ironically not the physical space (well on the larger whole, sharp population increase still causes spatial & resources demands) but a virtual one. Feel tired stalking on Facebook? No problem get yourself refreshed in the Google +. But why exactly did we sign up in the first place?
- We have come to a point whereby consuming our own needs is indispensable. Just like my urge to share with you in my personal cosy little e-space here, someone else is tweeting and chatting away on Facebook.

Now retailers are cracking their brain juices not to send the best sandwich-men to the bus stations but how to reach us from the seemingly intangible wireless network. I know this sounds cliche. But what are we talking here? The space. Retailers hunger for a new space - the virtual space as much as they wish for a real premise in the neighborhood plaza. The magic of mathematics further proved them right, they needn't risk any of their assets.
And this space emanates from us - the consumers, for our response on their tactics. A perfectly sound economic model.

Perhaps Maslow's hierarchy explains this better. We are always moving up the pyramid. We need shelter, therefore we built the houses. Now we need a medium of expression and consumption, so we constructed the virtual space.

Physical Space
Our needs for physical spaces have certainly made an impact on the culture. We know meaningful old houses were torn down to make way for the new alien-looking ones. Think about this: Putting ourselves in the shoes of tourists, we often assume that we need to cater a handful of hotel spaces for them so we are profited from their arrival. They are here to see our culture, our history, the everyday life that we are living with. Now that we have torn down every row of shophousess, the Wembley cinema at Noordin street, 春满园 and places, just to make sure the incoming tourists enjoy maximum comfort. Why beating our own noses? definitely not for pleasure huh.
The capitalist called it the demise of old buildings, gone are the days of poverty and backward when investment makes wonders. Policy makers nodding away knowing top-down control is a plausible move. They too, envisioned their version of futurists Penang.
Maslow was right, the society needs security too.

While Noordin street undergoes its Plastic Surgery to be the new mini mid-valley, I do question if we are creating History? or simply deleting the Social Memories?

On one hand we are craving for virtual space, on the other hand we are forgetting the physical space.

Someone once said, Historic buildings are quite often sick too. So then they need to be removed. 

 oh well,
Architects are not Doctors, they fell sick too. 

 we are ostriches...

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

3rd Day 1700

 Before going into my Monologue stance, few things in my mind that I think worth sharing.

Once upon a time in the rural kingdom of the West with a King named John. John was having a good life, lived in the Majestic Castle with groups of servant. He need not worried about his life nor frowning upon any deficiencies that commoners had to face in their life. Whenever he was hungry, he would be served with scrumptious meals so life was a luxury for him. However comfort his life is, John has an eccentric habit when it comes to quenching his thirst. He got up early every morning, dressed well and sauntered with delightful pace to the tiny well of the backyard, scooped up a vessel of water and swallowed the icy-cold water bit by bit.  For him, that water is the best form of stimulant for the stupor of morning grogginess.. Story ends.

Moral values? Appreciate the very moment you have while there are still opportunities. The metaphor here is perhaps the knowledge as water. You might get it easily, or you might prefer to seek it on your own. What is more important, ultimately, is the journey of finding them before the moment of enlightenment. Incidentally you might end up grasping nothing tangible but don't forget the seemingly Universal principle of cycles - Whatever comes will go in the same way. Knowledge as we know it, is intangible. As far as we concern about our own consciousness, there is something that we can't deny anymore - that we as the human are bound to experential learning. The elderly would have probably put it that way - No pain, No gain. Everyone is the same.

In this pursuit of dream that calls for variant definition from one person to another, we are constantly being reminded of the stark reality whereby money, time and practicality have to tolerated. We know in that manner, passion and health (although indirectly) are the perishable trade-off. However insightful we are, we have to be reminded that if time were to be the neutral element, passion & health outweighs money & practicality to certain extents.  God plans but human work the plans so to speak.

There will be no quintessential pathway nor shortcuts; but the most suitable one that you will single out as you move forward, be it the comfortable or onerous one. Comfort, is a relatively radical word, exists in its most bipolar state in nature. As much as you are yearning for it, you will not be comfortable with the comfort once it has been attained. Simply means to walk out of your comfort zones ensures consistent comfort when you have regained it in the end of the day.  In contrast, banality would haunt you in a persisting comfort environment resulting in a traumatic boredom.

Stake, our best enemy often presents itself in a 50-50 manner trying to keep you sitting on the fence than making any critical judgment. Whilst not to compromise our minds and intuition, we have always made a decision somewhat proportional to the level of confidence. Confidence, putting it on the scale of measurement, gives us readings across the wide-ranging personality from arrogant, humble to submissive. That perhaps defines a "style", in the interpretation of an art student. But certainly being confident doesn't account for being loud and vice-versa.

In this world of uncertainty,  oddly enough some people could have reacted for the sake of "face" issue. So the ensuing action was to up the ante for that game of gamble, hoping incessantly in the sanguine attitude that things are going to turn up his way. Well, what might have been omitted was the White Elephant that would surface even though it seemed to be a good game in the very beginning.  Perhaps to an economic student, it sounds more like refinancing a bad debt.

Well, I'm still beating around the bush as you can tell from my writing and in the course of my life. However well the Raison d'etre for this journey of life is to seek your dream as the way your intuition has dreamt for it, and dream it, to the FULLEST. May God bless,


As for now, please bear with me with my little monologue:

It's been 11 years since you left the door,
I saw
Tornadoes wiped out the floor and everyone ran in hysteria.

But repeating 1700 hours 11 times, rewinding back and forth, I see a clearer picture of this story.
Seeing this periodic Cause & Effect relationship from a vantage point proved the positive things that were otherwise being deemed a Total Destruction.

Yesterday You welcomed my Call with Spring showers, and I took the liberty of believing it as the guidance.
Regardless of this persona in my life, I know that I have got to grasp hold of my Element.

From 2009 blog entry,

Save me from drowning,
Is fishermens' excuses for hunting.
I know, I have got to live with this Entanglement. 

3.20 What has it given me.
Every now and then I hope, that the World will get to see.
That Tomorrow, you will be happy.

With loves,
Poisson no longer in the Dark.


I am not Bipolar-LAH!

Friday, February 4, 2011



A sudden impetus has provoked my passion once again in conjunction with this brand new Rabbit Year.
It was no doubt that this was written some time ago, approximately closed to a year but felt like yesterday in the mind.

In as much as We know that life goes on, but memory remains and dreams are made of the subconscious brain., How much can we deny the fact that retrospecting the past helps to re-inform the future?

又走完了十个乐章. 也许是人性的弱点, 总把更早一载的故事都给忘了.
前几年说的, 一双破烂的鞋丢了吧, 留住另一边也没意思. 我们不舍得的, 不是那皮革;而是那双鞋陪了我们风风雨雨的日子.

鞋丢了; 买了新的; 再破烂; 再丢. 我们都知道, 这永远都只是个循环. 找不找到舒服的鞋固然重要但不比过程的领悟来得有意义.

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"这新的一年, 一点都不新. 只是愈来愈找回自己."


一人拼命; 万夫难挡.


Soap Opera... you may call it... definitely the puppetry of life. See...some people are fake, like Wolves under Sheeps' skins... without you realizing that their existence are simply material-driven, honor you like the Lord when you have money galore.

"The curtain is slowly being unveiled, in a decent period of time, it became apparent that Money does bring Happiness, but definitely Money does not Equate to Happiness..."

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