The war bunker is to become the place of refuge for the prime minister and the 19 cabinet ministers during the event of national emergencies. It is to be the place for safety, to strategize the next step and most importantly survivability. The bunker is to sustain the occupants for up to 6 months without any outside contact.
Located under the capital city itself; in the event of a national emergency, it would be close enough to escape to, monitor their surroundings and resurface without delay.
The parliamentary triangle represents the power and control of the government. The land axis cuts through the triangle, as a representation for the failure of power; like how the bunker is the architecture of failure, failure in politics, communication, diplomacy, sustaining humanity.
Located right in the middle of the Lake, as a mediator between life and death. the bunker is just that, a representation of both ultimate optimism (in survivability) and ultimate pessimism ( in the expectation of destruction).
20 capsized columns to represent each of the politicians float on the lake’s surface. The hollow columns are planted inside a dome, the symbol of protection. The dome is then carved out, creating series of spaces that can never be experienced as a whole but as individual ones to form the whole.
The bunker is the duality in truth and fiction. For the public, it is the monument of the lost; as a memory of what was lost, stolen or just forgotten. It is the reminder that such incidents can happen again. While above it creates the sense of fear in the public, inside the mere existence of a bunker represents the fear in the ones controlling the people.
Scattered columns create circulatory spaces that are vague, ambiguous and unpredictable. The bunker immerses one into chaos and hopelessness , living quarters arranged to create a sense of mistrust within themselves.
The bunker is a reflection of fear itself; while the occupants are to feel completely safe from the outside, the bunker amplifies the feeling of paranoia within themselves. So what is the real threat now? The reality of the uncertainty outside or the imagined threats from within?
lately i’ve been practising a technique to wake myself up in the mornings;
my cricket starts singing at 6am. you know that option in the iphone? makes me believe as if im waking up in the middle of a serene paddy field.
then i automatically go into my favourite half tortoise yoga pose. at this point i’m probably flashing my ass into the wall with my inadequate PJs.
tuck your arms in and you get into the self named rock pose.
where i proceed to fall into another nap in this unnatural position. 5 minutes later my legs start cramping. haha what a way to force myself to wake. time for work!
as the new year arrived, i’ve had alot of people go:
“oh another sad boring year”. or
“i dont believe in making new years resolutions”
=_= wtf. why so negative. its a fabulous new year, time to let go of the past, anything you’re unhappy about, set some new goals that you’d like to achieve and bloody stick to it. its true we don’t need this to be the only occasion for change, but is it not a chance for us to look back and see what we improve with ourselves?
anyways, heres my resolutions for the year to come. just so i’ll know in 365 days, if i achieve none of them, i deserve to receive one big slap on the face for failing myself.
1) LOVE MYSELF MORE
haha. how hard can this be right? its freaking not. im not talking about buying material things (i actually hardly do this. half of the time im shopping for family and friends; depriving myself of luxuries on the pretext that i really DO NOT NEED it), but more about taking care of my health, going to the gym more consistently, not stuffing myself silly with sugar, getting enough sleep, do things that i enjoy more often. you get the point.
2) BE MORE ANAL
im so messy its annoying. i vow to make up my bed every morning. i vow to clean up the plates RIGHT after i eat. but i also promise to not take myself too seriously.
3) CREATE.
i’ve got a whole list of things. just do it.
happy new years peeps.
i promise not to be a silly drunk on this new years eve.
but life is too good not to party.
wtf, another year is coming to an end. i’d probably say the same thing a year from now.
then again, from the way predictions say that the world will end next year, maybe i wont get the chance to. HAHA
two o eleven has been an emotional roller coaster for me. was forced spluttering from graduation into the work force, and the rejection from countless potential firms just made me doubt myself. found reassurance from the unlikeliest sources, special people that make you realize how wonderful you are. started a career, found myself in limbo, discovered what it takes to be a good leader. close friends moved on, yet never found myself lonely. got lied to, stupid enough to feign oblivious, but never felt freer when the truth came out.
how cryptic. this year i’ve dabbled in so things that i have never done, loved it, and yet im back to where i was before.
here’s to another year. and more happy wrinkles around my eyes.
At federation square; 2pm
It wasnt a huge crowd, but it was a good effort. I’m proud of the people who put aside the time to organize and attend, shows how much you care. Melbourne kicked off the worldwide Bersih rally campaigning for cleaner and fairer elections in Malaysia, and was the largest one outside our homeland.
Truthfully, I’m not someone who passionately fights for social reform, but at least i attended right? I feel very lucky to have the opportunity to be here, away from the shit that’s happening back home. When i hear about the lives of my friends, i cant help but feel sorry for all the marginalization and injustice they have to go through their daily lives.
We attended, because we care for our future.
It was a peaceful, civilized rally. I cringe watching the videos of what happened back home, the police actually running to kick protesters, shooting tear gas into the public and especially the one where they just stood watching the man experience a seizure after they handcuffed him. What’s worse is how the police, protectors of the citizens (pfft) did not take any action in calling for an ambulance or took out the plastic strings they used to handcuff him despite pleads from the public, responding they did not have anything to cut them. Help only came about half an hour later from a passerby with a car, by then he was dead. The authorities responded later about the incident, pointing out that he brought it into himself; if one knows you have health conditions, don’t come out rallying. Argh that just makes me so angry i hope these people choke on the fat of the nasi lemak ayam goreng they just had brought using the public’s money they squandered off.
Even some friends from Brunei came to support.
Yellow scarf and shoes. This will be as yellow as i can get.
Would i participate have in the one in KL if i was back? Most probably. Then again i think my parents would kill me if i tried to leave the house that day.
Anyways this has gotten too political. Let me with a light-hearted photo of the lovely harry potter meetup group that went on the same day. While we were singing the national anthem, they sang the hogwarts song. Cant wait to watch the last of the harry potter movies!
