Bismillah.
Wah. It's has been so long since my last post so I thought of updating a bit before I get busy next 2 weeks. Yeah. I'm going to Amsterdam next 2 weeks for a field trip. Yeay? But it is not for huha and horeyhorey. We're going for a field trip .__.visiting building learn their history on site sketching summarize our trip in few words (is what to expect).
Anyway,here I am. First Year student of Architecture. First week was fun. Registration and introduction. Of any which was boresome I skipped them. Tee. First week of Oct, of very first class I skipped it as well. No man, I'm not that gangsta. I was excited the whole night expecting new friends English everywhere so I can practise mine handsome guys around me hot girls to show me their nails work done buy me Zara as a friendship present. I slept a bit later than my usual bedtime. I woke up next morning feeling super miserable oh where's my watch NO WAY. I pushed my cosy duvet (which might be the criminal for my overslept) ,slipped into my red slipper, rushed to the toilet and stopped as the door behind me slammed the architrave. GREAT. I FORGOT MY ROOM KEY. THAT DOOR IS AUTOMATED LOCK GIRL. It is way modern than I am.
Cried all my heart. I was a complete useless that day. No phone no laptop no access to my own room. Therefore the reason behind my absence to the class and bye bye Zara.
Next studio, I presented myself neatly. I had been assigned into Unit 1. My denmates are super hardworking man why I am here. We are going to work together in the studio for the whole Autumn semester I think? They are nice but I am simply an introvert. (Approach me more). Another problem came I felt I was at the wrong place I couldn't make things work in my way,
It was so hard for the next few studio days. Of people of module of 20 pound pen of living. I hated architecture so much. I cried so hard. I skipped another class. I was keenly lost. I wanted things to go the other way round. Was thinking of failing this one. No hope all negativity. They spoke too fast I couldn't catch up they neglected me (or at least that was how I felt) they asked me to repeat my words few times cos they couldn't understand my accent ( GOD I'm so weak in pronunciation) ( My tongue at the pace of train no obvious R no stress on T no phonetics all hanging in the air sounds)
Few weeks passed. I found solutions to my life problem. Feel grateful for today. And next time I talk about quitting architecture,slap me across my face.
Wah. It's has been so long since my last post so I thought of updating a bit before I get busy next 2 weeks. Yeah. I'm going to Amsterdam next 2 weeks for a field trip. Yeay? But it is not for huha and horeyhorey. We're going for a field trip .__.visiting building learn their history on site sketching summarize our trip in few words (is what to expect).
Anyway,here I am. First Year student of Architecture. First week was fun. Registration and introduction. Of any which was boresome I skipped them. Tee. First week of Oct, of very first class I skipped it as well. No man, I'm not that gangsta. I was excited the whole night expecting new friends English everywhere so I can practise mine handsome guys around me hot girls to show me their nails work done buy me Zara as a friendship present. I slept a bit later than my usual bedtime. I woke up next morning feeling super miserable oh where's my watch NO WAY. I pushed my cosy duvet (which might be the criminal for my overslept) ,slipped into my red slipper, rushed to the toilet and stopped as the door behind me slammed the architrave. GREAT. I FORGOT MY ROOM KEY. THAT DOOR IS AUTOMATED LOCK GIRL. It is way modern than I am.
Cried all my heart. I was a complete useless that day. No phone no laptop no access to my own room. Therefore the reason behind my absence to the class and bye bye Zara.
Next studio, I presented myself neatly. I had been assigned into Unit 1. My denmates are super hardworking man why I am here. We are going to work together in the studio for the whole Autumn semester I think? They are nice but I am simply an introvert. (Approach me more). Another problem came I felt I was at the wrong place I couldn't make things work in my way,
It was so hard for the next few studio days. Of people of module of 20 pound pen of living. I hated architecture so much. I cried so hard. I skipped another class. I was keenly lost. I wanted things to go the other way round. Was thinking of failing this one. No hope all negativity. They spoke too fast I couldn't catch up they neglected me (or at least that was how I felt) they asked me to repeat my words few times cos they couldn't understand my accent ( GOD I'm so weak in pronunciation) ( My tongue at the pace of train no obvious R no stress on T no phonetics all hanging in the air sounds)
Few weeks passed. I found solutions to my life problem. Feel grateful for today. And next time I talk about quitting architecture,slap me across my face.
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| that door ._. |
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| City Center |
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| Housemate that share the same first name |
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| Pitchers& Piano |
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| Cobden Chamber |
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