It took me nearly four years to finally grasp that feeling of wanting to design something for myself – where the direction, while guided and navigated by my peers, but towards the end came into fruition of something that I believe in.
Looking back at my architectural education – it felt like majority of my work was predominantly shaped by a combination of envy and the desire to feel validated for my design. A deep level of insecurity was sparked from jumping into another world without being aware of the lingo nor the terminologies others have been equipped with already. For me, coming from a school that prioritised final grades for reputation – it seemed like the only solution for me to understand or adjust to each semester was designing through the lens of my tutor.
Read MoreIn light of my rather glum entry about unemployment, I decided to put a lighter note to this.
After speaking to my mentor on the importance of networking, I illustrated some of my experiences and feelings of job hunting*. Due to the unfortunate events of the market as of late, the competition of finding a job increased, and it’s not making it easier.
Read MoreHow do you stay positive when your positivity and optimism slowly disappears?
Read MoreI always pride myself in being Chinese - whether it’d be the culture or my family’s history, I’d always be happy to tell anybody about my background.
So you could probably imagine how gutted I was when I was told that I looked nothing like a person from Hong Kong - let alone have features that would pinpoint me to a specific province in China. I was simply a girl who carried the classic feature that would mark me as an Asian, and that I may look like I came from any part of Korea, Japan, China, Singapore…
Read More“So what made you decide to study architecture?”
A lot of my friends and strangers I meet seem to dread this question whenever I have nothing else to ask despite wanting to carry on a topic of discussion. In fact it surprises me when they answer me with widened eyes and a gaping mouth while their brains start to panic and search for what deemed to be a reasonable response. “That’s quite a hard question…”, would be the first thing they would say and also an innuendo for asking me to spare them from scrutiny, however, to their dismay I was not going to let them go.
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