Project Taman ILSH

PROJECT TAMAN ILSH

Aim: To redevelop Taman ILSH in hopes of fully utilizing its potential.

Timeline:
Phase 1 (2009 - 2013)
Motto: A wooden barrel's fluid capacity is restricted by its shortest stave.

In the hands of the former developer, this area has not been thriving holistically. Areas that are notably underdeveloped included: language street and music alley. More libraries and musical fountain will be built as a solution. The next priority will be increasing the number of clinics, cafes and social services in the area.

Phase 2 (2013 - ?)
Motto: To know something of everything, and everything of something.

Building on the foundation of phase 1, Taman ILSH is envisaged as the city of dermatology in the coming 10 years. To achieve the vision, more dermatology research centers and clinics will be built. Experienced and ardent dermatologists will also be recruited to operate those services. Along with that, appropriate maintenance and refurbishment of the existing infrastructure will be carried out, with a particular focus on language street and music alley.


Authorized by Isaac Lee SenHong.





在这熙来攘往的街道，
我在得到什么的当儿，
好像也掉了什么。

房间

面前墙上贴着志愿，
背后墙边摆着兴趣；
左边门上挂着目标，
右边窗外画着自由；
地上四周叠着现实。

这房间好拥挤。
似乎，只有天花板，
只是天花板。


这房间不通风，
只有门底留了缝。
偶尔会闷热，
但冬天确实保暖，
夏天确实防虫。

在房间飘着，熏着，
自己的气味，
与自己不离不弃。


床边排满的布偶，
每个都是说书人，
但更常只是点缀品。
而衣橱里的眼花缭乱，
即使仍在扩张，
有时也不敌那旧了的毛衣。

厕所镜子里的他，
因为微笑肌收缩了，
所以他在微笑。


这房间
是个房间，
也不只是个房间。

有些房间是个悖论。
而有些房间像主人。

最近还好吗？

忙碌的生活中挑起了吉他，
将压力宣泄。
感觉对了用手机随手录录，
将心情记载。

李森宏-最近还好吗？

最近是个过程，
起跑点是过去，目的地是未来。
时间的拉锯战正缓缓将我截肢。

天气正转凉，
你最近还好吗？
我最近还好吗？

人是恒温动物，
随着环境改变，调整物理温度；
也是变温动物，
随着环境变迁，调整心理温度。

Blood in the garden

The garden was a jungle of exquisite floras,
resided by roses, acacias, hollies, peonies and mulleins.
In perfect harmony the blossoms sang,
humming a picturesque painting at the blessing of showers.

Rivalry sprang as the rain drops scant,
jealous mistresses the peonies succumbed.
Perilous tendrils infiltrated the silent facade,
reaping souls of innocence.

The peonies thrived,
in the reward of fresh blood.
Here marked the soar of a kingdom,
a garden of steely dominance.

Time speaks,
and guilt reverberates.
The glory withers within the blink of conscience.

The land's now an irretrievable rubble,
soiled with decayed petals,
and culprits trapped in the wines of defense.







The trail of thorns,
is leading to nowhere but a broken promise.