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The Only Daughter
Summarizing a full year is a mission many would cringe at upon first thoughts, which is exactly what I did when I was asked to write this. It is literally impossible to keep record of life in pseudo peaceful, slow-paced England while being a true Singaporean at heart. Especially since I just took five minutes to generate the last two sentences! I see how this could become one great long-winded bedtime story, so I shall tackle this at best.
Just like most years, I started this one without much expectation of many things changing drastically. Myself being the least of that, despite my New Yearâs resolutions perpetually at the back of my mind. Like everyone, I didnât think they would last, primarily because I knew I wouldnât have the vigilance to keep them for a whole 365.25 days.
The start of a new year doesnât mean much except the need to rummage around for another badly designed calendar. I was in a relationship, and being close to the end of college education, striving toward the best university I could get into, I appeared happy to most. Deep down, I longed for a stronger walk with God. I looked around and saw so many adults at that degree and just couldnât see my little self there, after all I was better than most at my age. With my seemingly âjoyfulâ life at hand, I didnât see much need to try hard anyway.
By February, I was single again and it was just me and God, although that was far from my focus. I always viewed university as the final type-of-education, thus the only one that really mattered. Bred in a culture where education was the only thing most people lived for, it was absurd how the people I had been plunged into had other focuses. It made my average, Singaporean-drive to âdo well in schoolâ seem so much bigger than it really was. As far as I was concerned, our family came to England for a sole practical reason, and I didnât want to disrespect that. I remember the rest of college this year comprising of breaks and lunches spent in front of a computer doing work of some form. I didnât appreciate why my life should suffer for the sake of âwastingâ time with the friends made in school, since I was heading to university soon; and was going to make new friends anyway. Besides this, I earnestly looked forward to my ritual summer holiday planned to be spent in Singapore, in accordance with the two years afore.
As soon as I had begun revision, my âAâ levels were over and I flew off the day after my last paper. I had anticipated this for months and with absolutely no holiday homework, I was convinced this Singapore holiday was going to be the best yet. I was right; of course, apart from how I thought I didnât need God at that point in my life. Regardless of all the âfunâ things I got up to over the 49 days I had, a void grew within but I chose to ignore it. With every holiday back in Singapore, I learn who my true friends are. And each time I return back to my second home, I discover who my best friends are. In this day and age, time seems to be the most valuable thing you could ask of anyone.
While I wasnât paying attention, God was working behind my back. I received my results back with an A in Maths, a B in Physics and another B in Graphic Design, the last being the most shocking. Nottingham University had been my first choice, on the condition of achieving AAB. My 2 years of persistent hard work hadnât paid off; even worst to know I was less than 1% off a grade A. I had prayed for a B in Physics, which was my main concern, with the objective of going to my first choice University. God had other plans.
As hard as I tried to appeal and avoid Plymouth University at all costs, God tried His best to shove me to my second choice University. I had chosen it without even visiting the place or formerly reading the course description, let alone accommodation and travel. I didnât even know where Plymouth was! Before going I had told myself that Iâd try and like the place, but on first impressions, there wasnât a single thing I found I could approve of. I was convinced that I was going to Plymouth by accident and even tried to get into Kingston University, London; through clearing.
Due to problems with accommodation, it was fairly clear that Plymouth was where God truly wanted me. So I gave in to God and headed to University with no expectations. Having been through a whole term, I can look back and say that the ride so far has been more arduous than I had even imagined. I thought Iâd cope with being away from family but I completely forgot that I wasnât going to be around any friends this time. Without anyone who knew or loved me around, all I had was God. For once in my life, He was the only One I had to rely on.
Not being as strong as I had first convinced myself I was in my faith, it was almost as good as chucking me in the deep end of a wave pool. I began the term full of complaint and ungratefulness, as most close friends I spoke to were unfortunate enough to be witness. That was probably the most testing time of my faith, my moulding into something God knew I was capable of; despite myself already content with the state of my heart for years now. Growing up in a Christian family has its pros and cons. The Bible knowledge you gain throughout life is beyond rich. At the same time, itâs so effortless to develop arrogance and think God canât possibly want to change you into anything better. What could be better than being âborn a Christianâ?
I had grown a secret arrogance in my heart, which is why refinement was painful. Before that, came self-pity, complete with tears at night and lots of pouting. So much has happened that I really canât go into. All I can say is that I thank God for not giving up on a conceited girl, through prompting of the Holy Spirit, relationships developed through my Christian Union, messages through church and Joyce Meyer sermons, and genuine friends that God has placed in my life (only you know who you all are) that have kept me on track.
In a single word, this season has been humbling. And for once in my life, I can honestly say I am content. I never knew what that meant until now, and I can only see everything getting better than what they already are. I canât apologise for involving God so much in this article, because itâs only because of Him that I have âsurvivedâ university life and am experiencing joy that I have never established before.
Essay 1: Architecture and People
Architecture: The art & science of designing and erecting buildings. The definition of architecture explains so plainly what it is yet can be so easily interpreted into innumerable, opinionated adaptations. I believe this is the consequence of peopleâs upbringings and the ideas they have been presented with throughout their lifetime regarding architecture. The outcome is that everyone has something to say about architecture regardless of how much they genuinely know. Clearly, architecture affects people in the world so much so that they feel they have the right to affirm their conjectures of it.
If such an issue influences that many, it is surely eminent; although I feel it is usually forgotten and has often failed to be given due credit. Architecture facilitates my aspiration in a way that I feel is within my aptitude, where I can make an impact on the masses. I believe architecture is about constructing resplendent space with full respect to the environment of the site. Although some buildings may seem to be incongruous within certain surroundings at first glance, I feel you need to give a building time and experience it so it can justify its place.
A good example of this, which also happens to be one of my favourite buildings, is the Curtain Wall House by Shigeru Ban. Situated in the heart of Tokyo, in Japan, it caught my attention at first sight. As it suggests in the name, two walls of this structure are made of brilliantly oversized flawless white curtains that grow with each passing breeze. These, however, are hung from both sides of the pointy corner of the house, which is ironic. The invectiveness of the arrow shape conjugated with the benign curtains evokes a strange yet wonderful mix of feelings. Surrounded by worn, box shaped buildings, this minimalist structure immediately appears to be out of place, yet bequeaths such an uplifting atmosphere to the site.
Japanese architecture of late, in my opinion, can be summarized into that building. And I am convinced that this is the result of the recent generations in Japan driven by the idea of being contra distinct in any form of design. On the other hand, architecture in England, and Singapore; where I am from, exhibit such a contrast to this, even between one another. English Architecture brings the word ârichâ to mind, kudos to the palatial history of the country and the many cultures and people who developed it. Over in Singapore, the architecture is a denouement of the circumstances and people in history. People have been forced to build high-rise apartments aplenty due to the sore lack of space, and the continually growing population.
All this goes to show the inseparable relationship between Architecture and People. The architecture of a country is limited solely by its people and they determine the style of architecture produced, based on the backgrounds of respective populace. This is probably why people constantly want a part in architecture, especially me.
Essay 2: The Impact of Space and Form
Space is something we will experience for as long as we exist. Architecture has the capability of manipulating space, on account of the people who experience it. People are more powerful than architecture itself because it is simply what they construct in their minds.
Having researched the Renaissance movement, I can only imagine what buildings were like when they had been freshly built. A building at present only serves as the closest form left for us to add to the mental contrive we cultivate in our minds for every building we experience. To elucidate this more effectively, I have chosen a building from the Renaissance period to relieve my attempt in considering the effect space and form have on the perspicacity of a building.
I found the St. Mary Le Bow to be an exceptional example because identifying it, as a building from that movement is facile. Imagining the experience of a space will be challenging because you have to be at a place to experience what it has to offer because no amount of images can do justice to what you sense through the architecture of a building.
Ref. 5 "This is one of the fifty-one city churches that Sir Christopher Wren replaced following the Great Fire of London in 1666. For the sake of economy, he in some cases made use of old foundations, ingeniously adapting the elevations to create interesting and varied effects."
â Deborah Fritz from Sir Banister Fletcher. A History of Architecture, p1034.
The quote above by Fritz portrays the background of the building well, stating its reason and her impression of what Wren has designed. Keeping the buildingâs history in mind, I see how this was a major building in the history of English Renaissance. I have observed it as a very balanced style of architecture, taking into account characteristics of classicism, portraying extreme harmony between all the elements within the structure.
To start, it is located in lively London city, surrounded by busy-ness and modern buildings. Yet among various other rich examples of architecture within the city, it stands out, providing a sanctuary to its church and the people of that area in London. It marks itself as an important building with its façade design and unique classical style steeple kept white through all these years. It has smooth brickwork at its base that persists upwards, the décor developing with the height.
At the base, four possible entrances are easily identified with half round arches hanging over each door, with two columns on either side. This style of marking an entrance is typical of classical architecture, reinforced by the technology of that day. Around each entrance, bricks line the outline with an outward spread just like rays emitted from the sun. Enticing you into this mysterious space, there is no way of picturing the interior of the building, without penetrating the exterior. Before that, your eyes are led upwards to the tip of the steeple where your gaze turns into awe as you feast your eyes on beautiful classical décor. A circular drum with a half round dome, lined with smaller columns in the style of classical temples (the drum and dome very typical of renaissance architecture). This leads even further upward to a smaller version of this, a steeple taking you the tip with a white bird at the highest point. This amazing height growing form prepares you for an incredibly grand interior.
I imagine the sound within the building being a complete contrast to the world beyond the buildingâs sheltering walls. Like most churches, the atmosphere within is peaceful, undisturbed by the surrounding environment. This is done through encapsulating people within a cell, made up of walls, a roof and the ground, to distinguish it as a separate space from the rest of the world.
The floor is a mix of black and white polished tiles in a robotic, almost pixelated fashion. This is a vast contrast to the white walls with columns bordering the space, metres apart from each other. But unlike the exterior, the leaves of the Corinthian tops have been plated gold, as are various other elements of the interior, just to add a touch of luxury to the space.
The half round arched ceiling has been spilt up rather geometrically, with various sections of the grid coloured sky blue, bordered white and gold. Windows along the clear storey and on each side of the main sanctuary are transparent enough for light to stream in, illuminating the space within on a very balanced level, not too bright and not at all dark. But at the front of the space, a complex array of tinted glass provokes your attention to gaze upwards for more than a moment, looking through the glass but not actually seeing what is on the outside. In fact, despite all the windows placed in this structure, none of them allow distractions to creep in from the busy outside world. The clear windows are even high enough, allowing only the sky to be seen. So much concentration has been made on evoking harmony within the design that it seems that every single outlet has been capped with a half round arch support. Circles have been inputted where possible, because this shape was believed to be the most Godly of that time.
In conclusion, I imagine the general experience of the St Mary Le Bow to be extremely pleasant and harmonious, in keeping with the theme of the Renaissance. The form of each character is responsible for evoking this, its inspiration drawn from classicism, affecting the experience of the space defined by the building design.
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