The article talked about some bizarre and amazing-looking structures located in former communist countries of Europe and Central Asia that the architects have a free reign in their design. It was a “nothing interesting to read but this” moment for me when I click on the article and I was intrigued by some of the buildings built. They are quite a architectural feat considering that they are all built in mid 19th century – pre fall of the Berlin Wall.
I also spotted some buildings that looked suspiciously like some of the buildings in Singapore. Mainly these:
“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”
― Jim Jarmusch
I thought some of the buildings featured are really interesting. One of my personal favorite that I have yet to see in Singapore or in this region will be the one below, all rooms come with a view. Ha.
I was never particularly active or sporty growing up – I attribute it partly to my quiet character and partly to the way my mother brought us up – emphasis on reading habits and academic.
My earliest recollection of anything vaguely sporty was learning to ride a bicycle. Instead of learning to cycle at East Coast Park, or any park or open space, I picked up my bicycle riding certification in my own house (a 4 room HDB flat!!!) living room attempting to cycle up and down with my training wheels taken off.
So never in my wildest imagination that I will be physically and mental be able to do a triathlon one day.
Last Sunday, while The Girl was napping, Elliott, Moon and myself trooped down to the nearby park. I cycled around the neighbourhood with Moon running alongside and ended with Elliott doing the swimming segment of the triathlon. So there you go, with my two trusty sidekicks ,we cycled, ran and swam – the full triathlon.