Road to Architecture

Architect, originated from the Greek term arkhitekton, which simply means... Master in All.
But now, what remain of an architect was the result of starving society and the integrating population in which resulted divisions of architecture.
The interior designing, furniture designing, engineering, land surveying, estimating was all under the package of architecture.
However due to rising trend of specialization back in the 18th hundreds, the complexity within the build environment studies have been broken down to divisions and branched out to sub-divisions.
All the better to ensure performance and to further secure new positions for uprising population, in order to counter unemployment.
Such economical planning have made the meat insufficient to go around.
Engineers stripping off architects' projects as they have ample knowledge of making a building stand. Often lacking in aesthetic and passion within their designs, entrepeuners seriously don't give a damn. Poisoned by conservative thoughts, corrupted by greed, many prefer a profit yielding structure in comparison towards an awe-inspiring building.

Everybody can design.
What differentiates an architect and those broken down from the very core of architecture, is the soul. The soul in which a building possesses.
Yet lacking in mullah~ requirements for a qualified architect increases. It seems, payroll and requirements for an architect exists in inverse.
An Architect is no longer the master in all...as I've mentioned earlier, due to specialization.
You can't be a master in construction if your engineer says no to your formworks.
You can't be a master in design if your client wants to add a big chunk of his money infested mind into ur design with lil regard of what your degree holds.

But the irony in such progress is that architects required to have a certain degree of understanding towards every context of architecture, yet... forbidden from full intervention.
What seems to be the head of construction, is now an advisor ppl give less and less respect to.
All they want appears to be your nicely drawn signature with curvy lines and a trustee AR authorization seal/chop.
The modern architect pretty much mirrors my personal traits.
Jack of all trades, master in none.

Yet taking this route is never easy to begin with.
It's tedious just to be the Jack of all trades.
In common degrees, pupils within the course were often flooded with the similar form of assignment. Either calculation, writings, events, handicrafts... etc.
You think your course is tough?
Wait till you tasted mine.
What makes architecture a living hell from majority of the population is that...
Your life is still hell no matter how gifted you are.
As we are flooded with every form of assignments out there.
First they flood you with writings, thesis, research papers, then they flood u with handicrafts, model making, or calculations and site visits compulsory to attend without lecturer's supervision.
Whereas courses like bussiness, engineering... when you're gifted, you can simply slack as you enjoy the panoramic view of your damned classmates. Why? There's nothing you need to worry... the information is simply within your head... you just need to extract em, of course with reference towards the general fact of "practice makes perfect."

Being the Jack, we don't have time to practice till perfection.
We are thrown at with random form of assignments...
With dealines deeming greater and greater after every individual challenge.
In the end...

We are but corrupted builders or simply...
a poor designer.

Nothing Matters

Even if the love had subside...
Even if the memories no longer abide...

It does not matter...

As all I am... and all I wish to be...
Is that one sincere friend of yours...

wishing you...

Happy Birthday.

Success is 1%... & 99%...

Success is 1% genius and.... ah... yada yada~ u know the rest.
Through this adventure of knowledge seeking...
we often stumble upon interesting personalities left unexplored in new people we meet.
Human, similar with animals, has this tendency to group along the same genre of people.
Such as... Ethnic groups, religious groups, cultural groups...and so on and so forth...
Hence we gain lil chance of studying people from various type of groups we never dedicate our lives for.
And from the big ethnic groups or religious... we broken into smaller fragments...
the cool, the geeky, the nerdy, the techies... bla bla bla~
The human organization is very much like the human body.

Individual--> Organ --> System --> Cell (forgive me if I got it wrong. Not a bio student)

The complexity within the human society is beyond reckoning. Even to that extend... we were still able to break down the groups... into debris... and even dusts...
We can break it into the fun group, the not so fun group... and from there we can break it down into the best fren group, the common fren group...

But there's just one group one needs to identify within your college group...
Not the hardworking...
Not the smart...
Definitely not the slackers!

But the passionate.
It makes no use if u're hardworking but bounded by intelectual growth...
It makes no joy if u're smart and hold no respect for others.
And... slackers... no comment.

If one wishes to form an assignment party...
it is advisable to select the average teammates who covers the incentive of working overtime and equiped with sufficient amount of knowledge.
And above all, one must have passion.

How do you define one with passion?
From time to time I have encountered numerous amount of unpassionate leechers within my group.
They share certain similarities...
1. They give up almost at an instance.
2. They are gifted in conjuring unlimited amount of excuses in a blink of the eye.

I just see no point in finding excuses to coverup for one's laziness.
You don't tell me you can't do certain thing if I am capable of doing it.
I don't see you having one limb lesser than I do.
And I see no damn reason for you to give up without even trying.

Often enough, they give excuses like "I am just not talented in this* or that*"
then I see no reason why you choose to enroll in architecture.
I really see no reason at all.
It's because you lack in skill in certain fields, hence you need to give in twice as more to compensate on what is lost in quality in quantity.
If you think you can't from the start, I don't see why you think that you would be able to nail the degree.
The possibilities are close to null.

Think about it.
No more excuse!
No more procrastination!

SHOW ME PASSION!

Bad Week

It has been a very unfortunate week.
Not to mention the tension between group members in assignments...
life being filled with that awe feeling of regret making the wrong decisions...
Well, guess that's not enough of a challenge for me I guess.
Fate had to step in and gave me 2 more kicks in da ass...

It was recently... few days back...
~A Vios in Red... was dancing with me....
Cheek to cheek~
Forgive me for the lyrics pun...
Yes... I meant it literally...
A Vios in Red had to sneak out from the opposite lane... sticking it's ugly face towards my beautiful civic....
Yeah... she rammed into my lane....
Her fault exactly.
Nothing much to argue about.
Well... guess wut?
Scenario: The driver,Girl recently took her P lisence off... who had no idea what a rear mirror is for...
The victim, a boy alive walking away from numerous attempt of traffic stunts.
The owner of Vios, an experienced man... worthy of youths' respect in this modern society.

So... as the story goes... the Girl, a bimbo... put on her signal when she was at full stop on the left lane...with the count of 2, she rammed into my lane which was on the right... where cars were speeding down from a flyover...
Vios kiss Civic.
She had to came up with the lamest excuse there is in the book of "Dumb things to say during an accident." She exclaimed... "not my fault! I put on the signal before I came out."
Harlow!
Pls keep an eye on speeding cars before barging into ppl's lane like that.
That is inhumane, impolite and improper!
If I was a biker... My face would've skidded along the divider 30 meters off collision point.

Well, it's alright if she's willing to admit her wrong and compensate.
But no... she resisted... and consulted her dad for professional advise.
Well, her dad asked me to report ...
So fine... I guess this is the not so gentleman way of saying...
"Here, claim my insurance... my daughter is a noob. forgive her"
But heck no.
Of all the things that sneaky lil bastard attempted was nothing but pure evil...
He tried to frame me into being the convict instead of the victim.
Here he wrote in the report paper for her daughter "A car came out of no where from the right lane, with astonishing speed similar to a B18C type R Integra modified with K20A maniful(k i added that myself), and ran it's head onto my wonderful vios..."
er.... hallow?
with such speed if i ram into ur ugly vios... ur car would've split in 2... and ur daughter wouldve ended up in the other side of the highway.
sigh... and above all... that old sneaky smelly old fart wasn't even in the scene of the accident!
What a liar.
He shows no sign of regret what so ever... even when justice was brought to a sheer understanding...
He still have the guts to finger me from afar cursing my ancestors to rose from their planar graves.
What a fart!
Justice prevails! Go to Hell sinful Vios!

So now... since I've got my justice back... What's so bad about my life?
Well... first off...
I had to send my cars for damage repair... causing inconvenience in my life of schooling...
conducting a series of fluctuations in my academic performance.
Sec of all... Just found out... dated back since 2005... I've accumulated a total eye-opening sum of 10 summons.
Wheee!!!!
Third of all...
I still can't figure out a way for me to get to school without my car.
Forth of all,
My thumbdrive is infested with some indon virus I brought back from campus.
Fifth of all...
I had to clear every single important file in my pc in order to kill the damn virus.
DAMN YOU VIOS!
DAMN YOU MALAYSIAN GOVERNMENT!
DAMN YOU INDON STUDENT WHO BROUGHT THE VIRUS!
DAMN DAMN DAMN!


K... so what I plan to do?
No idea... right now... I shall hide in my room... till my parents get to sleep...
That's the only way to dodge a long session of lecture after a series of unfortunate events.

Oh ya... Have I mentioned how much I hated Vios?