Sooooooooo my parents worked their ass off today! My dad was painting some parts of the house. Repainted some of the furnitures. Stuffs like that. It was pretty nice seeing the work being done and helping out *coughs*sort of*coughs*. haha. After my dad changed the light bulbs, mum asked me to take a few pictures in the room just to see how it’d look like in pictures.

Ta-da! hahah. Well, it’s really simple. I don’t want anything grand. But hmm don’t expect me to sit there awkwardly, alone and deserted. haha. That’s just for fun of taking pictures hokay. Make it nicer a lil’ bit. And the chair is actually garden chair. Or a wing chair (?), a bench, sitting place or whatever you want to call it. Mum made the cushion using cotton canvas fabric. Pretty awesome. We moved two big fake trees from the living to each side. But the proportion of the trees make the chair looks so small. haha. I pointed that out to my  mum and she said pictures shouldn’t include the trees and if I were going to take pictures with my friends, they can cover the trees. HAHAHA. Funny mum.

Note: please ignore whatever mistakes you see in my sketches. I really havent been sketching for ages and on top of that I never learned fashion illustration, so…

This is my second sketch, (which is why it’s better than the first one below). Both of the pieces above will be my next project. Maybe I’ll do the pleated maxi skirt with pockets first. I’m planning to find a nice cotton, perhaps in candy colour. Pink, blue, I’m not sure yet. Let’s see what I can find. Then I’m also going to sew a shirt like illustrated above. Somehing with a slightly exaggerated armhole.

Lecturer : Okay, let’s have a very casual class. Let’s chit chat, about architecture, your future, what you wanna do and such.

I first showed my final progress and then we browsed an architecture book on Imaginative Cities.

Me : Are you trying to kill us or let us kill ourselves?

Lecturer : A bit of both. haha.

Tutor : Haiya, architecture, normal laa…

Me : But it’s such a terrible way to live!

Tutor & Lecturer : HAHAH!

Me : Hmm.. I feel like… I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore. *chuckles*

Lecturer : Why did you take architecture in the first place?

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.)

our art kiosk model

me (left) and my groupmate, Iman

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.