Yesterday was such a shit day.
First, I only had 2.5 hours of sleep, because I was busy finishing up the drawings for our art kiosk project. It’s a small duo project, lecturer said, but it needs a lot of thinking and alot of tedious works. Like, thinking how to make the structure moveable and transformable. Sounds fun, but it’s a snooze to me. It’s a kiosk for god’s sake. How fancy could a kiosk be, on a street where there’s a lot of old buildings? Like, say, Jonker street of Malacca. (Hence, the trip to Malacca)
Anyway, right before the presentation, we had 3Ds max exam 1. and I couldn’t do it. There were so many steps, I couldn’t keep up. I always have problems with computers or rather, they have problems with me since they wont do what I want them to do. Specifically Windows. haha. Plus somehow the program wont let me undo AT ALL so I was so stressed like hell. Turned out I needed to restart the program. FML. Plus I was having an ache on the backside of my ribs. I dont know why, stress maybe.
Then, Studio time. I was so down by the stupid test, it killed my excitement to present. Most of the times I was lost of words. It was the shittiest presentation I’ve ever done, like, ever. Mind you, I normally give an above average, or fairly good presentation like I dont even feel nervous whatever shit. But this time, I have no idea why. Maybe I was blur or having one of those blanks. Anyway, the lecturer seemed to like the concept, but I strongly think we should have done more drawings and sketches to convey the idea. Like I said, I wasnt very excited about this project and that made me kinda lazy. HAHA! (ok, not funny.)
And then, after the shit exam and shit presentation, all I wanted to do was go home and play with my baby sister and my rabbit. But again, another shit happened and I was stuck in jam for 1.5 hours. THE WORST JAM EVER. Usually it takes me 25 mins to get home. I was so disappointed, so stressed about the jam and everything else, I cried in the car. hahahaha (now, that’s funny).
Got home, I went straight to my room, didn’t even say hi to mum and cried again. haha. So emo la this girl. Then, I toughened up, lied to myself that everything will be okay, took a shower, and head downstairs to buka puasa.
Hmm.. fasting month, afterall, is a month to test your patience. Maybe there’s a bright side to all of these. I’m sure there is.
Anyway, right now I’m not sure if architecture really is for me. Maybe I just need to get inspired. I just hope that I’ll be excited for next project. And another. and another. Atleast enough to sustain me until I get my part 2, or part 3. I’ll figure out what I want I really to do once I finish my studies.
Maybe, just maybe, I get to become an artist.
p.s, yesterday might be a bad day for me, but not today. Had a good time shopping with my mum and spending the day with her.