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Riding on Red Bricks

A blog by a Singaporean architecture student which began during his exchange in Delft, Netherlands but continued upon returning...

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    "The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', which means many, and 'ticks', which are blood sucking parasites."

    "Architecture critics are like eunuchs... They know, but they cannot."

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    Narnia...

    It started out as a feeling
    Which then grew into a hope
    Which then turned into a quiet thought
    Which then turned into a quiet word

    And then that word grew louder and louder
    'Til it was a battle cry
    I'll come back
    When you call me
    No need to say goodbye

    Just because everything's changing
    Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
    All you can do is try to know who your friends are
    As you head off to the war

    Pick a star on the dark horizon
    And follow the light
    You'll come back when it's over
    No need to say goodbye
    You'll come back when it's over
    No need to say goodbye

    Now we're back to the beginning
    It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
    But just because they can't feel it too
    Doesn't mean that you have to forget

    Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
    'Til they're before your eyes
    You'll come back
    When they call you
    No need to say goodbye

    You'll come back
    When they call you
    No need to say goodbye

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