Travellers

I'm starting to think that travellers, that I used to see as brave people, are actually cowards. Well maybe not all of them, but I'm sure some travelers' reason to travel is just to escape from the reality that dwells in the place he or she came from... Maybe it's their reason to not hang on to something or believe in someone that drives them away into travelling...

So...that's cowardice...to not having the courage to hang on something...to not daring to believe in something...or someone...

vitruvius VS my lecturer

Tomorrow I will have an exam for 'Meaning in Architecture Form' lecture. What I was studying is about layers in architecture. The relation between function, form, and meaning. Well, in my lecturers opinion, Vitruvius theory about firmitas-utilitas-venustas has fallacy. Well, it's actually David Smith Capon's opinion. According to him, structure is a secondary category of form. The first category would be function, form, and meaning. That's the opinion my lecturers was always talking about.

Well, in my opinion, those theories so far, in practice, are just a tool to study a design. It's like a surgeon's blade, the patient is the design, and us, students, lecturers, observer, etc, are the surgeon. Well, we sometimes use those theories while designing something, but the real factor of designing is the context. None of those theory are really applied. I apply ordering principle, anthropometry and so on, but never vitruvius's or capon's theory. For me, those theories are just checklists of what's there and what isn't there in the design.

On the other hand, my lecturers nailed some diagram that shows process in designing. I think he is the first (that I had known of) who presents these relation-between-things-in-architecture with cycle diagram. It actually works to be a guideline in designing. Even though it's just to rain check whether you are in the right track... but it really helps anyway, and is easy to understand. I don't see anyone reading my blog, but when they do and they'd like to see what the diagram looked like, I would publish it.

emotionally coma

Human behavior and psychology interest me, and that is another one true thing about me that it is the common topic that my brain used to serve for a food thought. But sometimes I got so emotional that those thoughts backfires at me and put my heart into a 'coma'. It's there, but it doesn't receive stimulation. Anything, I mean, everything anybody says...I just can't feel it anymore. I don't feel like trusting, let alone believing in anybody. I haven't even been able to connect to God this past months!

Help. Is someone out there?

lovely coincidence

The song was just started...

     "Ninety miles outside Chicago, can't stop driving I don't know why.
     So many questions that needed answer, two years of waiting you still on my mind..."

when you called.

Humane architecture magazine

Everytime I bought architecture and interior design magazine, all I got is high-end furniture and expensive ideas. Maybe someday I might create a magazine that informs cheap and high-quality stuff...IF I would end up being an editor.... T_T

Well I hope I become an architect first... *fingerscrossed

Thoughts-nado: architecture education flaws

....reading my title....lol...it is inspired by the word twisting jokes in Cloudy with a chance of meatballs 2...

I've been thinking. A lot lately, actually. I think it's because we are pass the deadlines and stuff.

Something has bothering my mind. Sometimes the educational system in architecture institution can be undetermined. Well at least in my place, it is.

Sometimes, we are encourage to create something that support the mission of the design. But when we actually pull it off the lectures and mentors puts down an indisputable argument to bring it down. The thing is, the argument is a contra to the first concept. For example, in the previous task we were encourage to set out a decent public urban space. Of course it would be something outdoor, or at least accessible by public. When I actually design an enormous open space for public (my task was a rental office) in the first floor, my mentor told me that the owner of the building will be at a great loss because that part will be unprofitable.

Back then I was just nodding to whatever they say. Now I would ask. They are the ones encouraging public space for urban people in the first place. So that means providing public place in the building and or site. Of course we shouldn't expect some profit. I mean make up your mind first before you push us to make ours, when you want a building that serve people without benefit, don't design a building based on the profit it would make. But when you want a building that gives you plenty of money, don't play saint and design a building with some public place.

This kind of dilemma also appears in my ongoing task, the middle-low class apartment or vertical housing. I induce a concept where the dwellers has a variant room which can be modified into a little shop. In my country it is called warung or warteg. I created such opportunity based on what I saw from surveying the current site. The people there make use of front rooms in their house to make a living. They don't need extra cost for it so that's how things going to be exactly in my design. A cost-free opportunity to make a living in the vertical housing. But then their respond is that it wouldn't be profitable for the apartment management. If I lose it, I would just point out that the one who's living up there in the unit is the PEOPLE not the OWNER of the building.

I think it is important for an architect to stand for his or her ground. It is needed that the architect is oriented to one side of the story, is it the developer?the building user?the urban community?environment? there's no right or wrong when you do that because no matter what concept you have there's going to be a loss on someone's side. At least that's some lesson I'm gonna hold on to...what do you think?

Anyway I've been a lovefool lately...I'm sort of becoming someone's third person while I'm just considering him a good friend. Well I do have a crush on him but hey, his someone's (husband, yes, HUSBAND) and I am also someone's (no, I'll rephrase that: someone is already MINE).

But then someone else have been disturbing my mind, as always. For the last two years. Hmph, some sweet story are just meant to be a mere memory. Made me realize, not all true love goes on. Some are just not ment to be realized and continued... :(

My future architect firm's name would be Mein Zimmer

I'm beginning to think that I'm going to be the architect version of Hitler.

Everytime I suggest something useful, it seems that everybody on that discussion think that I'm being bossy. Authoritarian, they say... But everytime, I mean EVERYTIME, my other teammate says exactly the same thing as I said before, the others says its clever!

Well it's not like it's new to me. It has been my everyday menu since I'm in college. At first I thought that it's my cranky face when I talk seriously. But then I realize, some people are just plain weak...

moment of impact...

...is just when your presence collide with mine...

Is my heart capable of loving two person at the same time?

Metaphor!

"There's nothing new under the sun."

(Ecclesiastes 1:9)

*got it from my friend's status in linechat

Yet the earth, and all the other planet are in the sun's circular orbit. No way to tell what's under what.. :p

Well I know it's a metaphor, but still, a metaphor now is a statement at that time.

Damn, I got confused by my own statement. Forgive my confused mind.. 

._____.

(written) Lesson #2

Never judge someone. Ever. You (I) would never be able to imagine things that happen in their life that makes them who they are.

Never judge. No, not for me.

he tells a story, i hear cracks

So I've just learned that my boyfriend is going to be set up with a girl from his homeland. Well, not exactly now, but sooner or later it will. I didn't realize that his family are still up to it. It's just so not mainstream, see. lol

What made me curious, since one of my friend brought it up when I told him this, is that my boyfriend didn't tell his family about his relationship with me, instead he goes on telling me about this in the first place. When I really thought about this I've come to a sense that he is trying to warn me by giving an ultimatum. Or should I say, trying to get rid of me in the softest way.

After realizing that, I asked him when we met. Here's the conversation. Well I've wrapped it up by putting away some details of course. Here goes:

me : "Why didn't you tell your parents about us?"

him : silence

me : "Are you feeling sure about our relationship now?"

him : ". . . not really. I was, but now I'm not so sure."

me : "Why?"

him : he threw me three reasons that made him unsure about our relationship

me : I threw him the heartbreak kind of smile :)


So my conclusion is, if he isn't trying to give me an ultimatum, then he is just trying to test me. All that, because he is currently unsatisfied with who I am. Well, since I like him, and a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do, I'll just stay near his orbit, not in it. Try to cut him (and myself) some slack. I'll just appreciate the time when his not around me, and also the time when his with me. That's gonna be all that matters. Still, about the matchmaking his family got to offer, feels like a time bomb... :(

anami apartment

My studio assignment for this semester is a mid-rise, low budget, anami class apartment. The site is in a slum area in Bandung, one of Indonesia's biggest city (3rd most populated). Yesterday I did a site survey with my friends.

The site is right next to the river that went through the city. Apparently the density of the housing along the river made it extremely not hygienic.

It is a very populated area. The linear arrangement of trees among the houses is where the river is. It is the only natural vegetation in the area.

I'm not pretty sure yet how to determine my design concept. I need to find out approaches that is valid for this case. It can be by seeing the environmental aspects, social aspects, economic aspects, or even all of them plus who knows how many more aspects.

The one that interests me the most is the social aspects. The people from that area are close to each other (neighbors, family) which reminds me that vertical housing can be tricky for social interaction. Most apartment unit are very private and separated (yeah, they have a space full of everyday rooms and the only view from the window is the sky, and the only place they meet each other is when their on their way in or out the apartment unit) that it almost cut entirely the social interaction between the end users. So in this design, I need to find the solution to make social interaction more intense in a vertical housing). It can be applying family values, neighboring values, etc.

being left

there it is. again.

the big black hole. i knew i've covered it up with some pile of smile, and filled it with some lump of stories from my two months off from college. it appears that the hole is just to big, as i thought. after all this time... i just looked away from it.

de. ni. al.

i thought i've made peace. but the fact is that it's just like the disorder or abnormality or something whatsoever disease that i brought since i was a child. it won't go away. it just strikes me whenever it strikes me.

i don't know if i could ever stand this. imagining that i was being left behind by every bit of friend that i've known in college. they're now on the 7th stage of architecture studio. me? i am being left behind because of my own foolishness. well i'm not going to defend myself from any of it. i don't have to. i can't be the one being right. i'm the one being left. lol.

One of social interaction setback after technology

I've just realized that I BBMed someone (is that even a word? BBMed? Lol) at 2 am in the morning. technology has made me cross the line by BBMing someone at an ungodly hour. Well, before they invented cellphones, people would likely to meet each other to interact. But now, well, I usually interact through my phone and then meet. Funny how technology that suppose to help us has driven us into this (well yea at least, me for example, lol).

Yea right now I'm watching a movie called Girl Fight at DIVA channel, yea and at 2 am. And tomorrow will be first day coming back to college. 

I have no interest in one bit of it, but not intending to abandon it too. Mmm alright blabbings're comming so I'm just gonna check out. 

:p

(written) Lesson #1

I've learned my lesson. This time, about co-workers in college assignments. My teammates were always cooperative and gave their 100%, not. Not always. Even the ones I trust the most, like my best friend who homestayed at my place for almost a month to attend internship where I personally recommend her. After the internship finish, yay!, we were assigned to make a report, together. But as I can see it now, I ended up doing most of the report. It was also the same when we were at the office, I ended up finishing all the main jobs while she was so attracted to whatever she was surfing in her facebook. That is one case, not to mention the architecture competition that ended really, i mean REALLY, badly because of the team's individual solitude toward each other.

I've learned my goddamn lesson now. The hard way. That it's every man for himself, every woman for herself, whatever (why does English language have to determine gender?). Everyone is useless to me, I'm the only one who can finish what I started and I'm going to be the one to earn the credit for it. From now on, that's the way I treat my co-workers.

Keeping up with me

I've got so much to tell you that I got spaced out once I opened the 'create post' page. I'm saving my sorries because I know it won't do any good if it's not followed up by action. -______-

What's really going around my life lately have been soooo much fun! My friend joined internship in my office for the last three weeks. Because she's from Bandung, right now she's homestaying in my place. *lol. That's the major reason why I can't blog freely.

So anyway, about my internship. It turned out that the reason the architect allowed me to invite my friend was because he need another pair of student in the internship program by universities (the internship that I did right now is based on my own intention, so it was completely different with the other's internship).

Therefore, I am now studying in the office with my friend as my partner, and with two other pairs from another university. I was then moved from the third floor, where the architects work, to the fourth floor, where the drafters work and us, prevail.

The difference is humongous, at least for me, since I'm the only one who has already worked with the other architects for two weeks. I think the internship program in the office are not actually effective, since we were put in the library, far from the architects. We who seeks internship always targeting to work together with real architects to find out how things work in architect's line of career. Not to just study in an isolated room. But that is also understandable since the space in the third floor is somewhat full already (when I was the only intern there, I was put in the meeting table because the other working table is full *so annoying, I am)

But still, I've learned so much in this past two weeks, when I was transferred into the fourth floor.

Rooftop Bird Park

I'll save my apology for not posting in such a long long time.

Here's some idea for your mall design: a bird park in the rooftop. This is applied at a mall in Bandung called Paris van Java. The mall itself has a unique concept, but I'll picture that some other time. 

I came there on a Saturday, date 13th of July, with my guy. It wasn't really a perfect weather but we manage to took some nice picture though.

Which reminds me of the green and the black angry birds.

My everyday journey transition

Hi there,

I'm truly sorry for the lack of posting these days. The thing is, every time I got home from my office I'm always terribly exhausted! I'll keep up with two stories, something I have to experience every day.

Now, I've told you about how far my office is from my home, right? Well, it is so far that even though the route is only straight and then turn left, I can sense the difference between some parts of that super long straight road (which is funny, because the road itself is called jalan Panjang, or 'long road'). I don't know if it's because I'm an architecture student that I notice urban landscape such as this!

The first part of the road, Pondok Indah, the one in the area of my house, is a high-end area where one of the hippest mall is located. I think it's one of the most appealing Central Business District in Jakarta. At my first days, I always feel a tremendous anxiety every time my father or mother drive  through this area every morning because I feel I'm being taken away from my house. Of course I always feel some sort of joy every time my bus takes me to that area at the time I was on my way home.

Second part is, another long road that is ended with another mall, that I feel a little mislocated because it's always cause serious problems of traffic jams. Not far from that mall is a flyover across the road I am going. It's another signal that I'm going further away from home. But at night it is a signal that I'm not far away from Pondok Indah, because the traffic is always jammed there, and it's hard not to notice my bus stopping. It couldn't be another area.

After driving through under the tunnel, I would enter an area of Permata Hijau. Lately, I had made my father and mother pretty tired to take me to office so they dropped me there to take a cab. It is another transition that I cannot forget, especially every time I'm on my way home, I always thought that this is the part where I parted from the ones I lived with. I sometimes felt some sort of sadness because I've been taken further away.

After that area, the road enters an mid-end area, from high-end area. It's not hard to notice the situation. The traffic is a mumbo jumbo chaos. The anxiety and the worry becomes bigger and more haunting by the time I reach that area, especially inside the cab. I know I was far from home and alone in an crazy area. Every now and then, the hint of the road became clearer. After Permata Hijau, I will pass a separated road, I took the right. And then bridge. And then some building. And then this bus station. And then that bus station. And then another bridge. My friend's house, the one who sometimes gives me a ride to my bus station. And finally, where I turn left.

After I turn left, I've grown a little calmer, idk, really. And then it's another long straight route. At first the roads were all the same to me. But little by little I noticed the transitions again, or should I say a checkpoints, in my mind. First a warehouse at my left. A flyover above me after that. Another long road, that I only notice the names of the busway at the right. And finally, when it came to a station named Pesakih, I turn right and enter the complex of my office. Voila, a little turn right, right, and then left, I finally arrived in my office. My anxiety always at the climax at this moment. Well, at least it only happen at first days, when I didn't really know anyone yet.

By the way, that's all for today, I'm going to continue this some other time, okay? See ya when I see ya! :)

Norwegian Wood VS Revenge Wears Prada

There's one more interest that I have in life other than architecture, that are book and movies. Idk why I loves story so much, maybe this is why I like blogwalking better than blogging, or listening than talking

So anyway, I've just read this amazing book by Haruki Murakami, titled Norwegian Wood. It's really deep and sometimes the story can be very dark. The best part is that the characters seems a lot like me, especially Naoko, a descriptively cute girl with a humongous mental burden that eventually ends her life. Well, I'm not yet (never going to) reach the last stage, but it kinda lift my spirit, especially looking at how the characters rise from their dark holes that's caused by Naoko's death. They're so lively and rich of characteristic that it will dangerously draw you in to the story. I know it's an old book, first published in 1984, but it is a very recommended piece of literature.

After I finish with it, I tend buy a book that I thought would neutralized my groggy mind after reading such enchanting story. So I bought a chicklit by Lauren Weisberger, titled Revenge Wears Prada. I thought it will lighten up the reading spirit in me. But eventually, I was just reached the middle of chapter 2 and already lost interest. Maybe because it's just me because I've just read something with entirely different vibe or maybe the book really is bad... What do you guys say?

First week at work

That's what happen.

I have to temporarily stopped blogging because of those first days of work. First of all, my workplace is at the other end of the city. In the morning, my father takes me there. First day, he also pick me up at the end of the work time. Second day, I tried the busway and it was truly an entire journey in hell. Ssssht, I even tried to smoke a couple of times, but it always failed. I'l tell you that some other time. Third day, one of my friend at the office take me to the busway that goes straight to my place (before, I had to take a busway and then transit to the second busway that goes to my place). That third day was also a very special day. I met my love that day, he was sent back from Borneo because of some reason. It was the only reason that I need to survive another hill-billy-hell ride, that he was waiting in the end of that ride. :)

So, about work... It was fairly boring, to be honest, and everyday almost became torture to me that I always desperately hoping that the time will fly straight to 5.30 pm and I will gain my freedom. At  4 pm, the anxiety always invaded my mind, and I could barely concentrate for the next hour and a half. The thing is, I've just found out that the project they're working on in some architecture firm is not going to be easily passed to another person, even if you only going to use that person (in this case, me) for a tiny help.

Before I go on any further while you having a hard time understanding anything I'm telling you, I'm gonna share how the gear works in my office. Bear in mind that I'm just an intern, so just wipe my presence away from the whole machine. Okay. The firm has a head architect, who is also the founder of the firm. Under his supervision, there are two person, his junior architect, I guess. Under each of those two senior architect, there are two teams, consists of architects. Each team hold several projects, and each project is held responsible by one of the team crews. I also found out later that sometimes the team hold several projects but all of the teammates work on it together as a whole. But that's just a matter of managing in each team.

What I'm saying earlier, is that some help, even if it's just a tiny bitsy job, is not going to be helpful if it comes from a newbie like me. Architecture students will understand this. Even I would not trust anybody 100% to help me on my design project. The most trust I was able to give so far was to my lovvve, who helped me with my project maquette.

That is exactly why, my days of work was entirely boring, yet draining the hell of energy out of me. Nobody gave me a worthy assignment. I would be glad to help somebody with their CADs or SketchUp or just as simple as helping to prepare a presentation... Damn it, am I that worthless? Now I'm starting to get depressed again...

Orgasm or what?!

Some people say that eargasm is when you heard a song that is intensely 'thrusting' and soothingly invading, and find it fit perfectly that your earhole cant take anything else. Well for me, eargasm is definitely when I clean my ears and successfuly take out all the dirt inside and look at it proudly in the tip of my cotton bud. *lol, is it a terrible joke?

By the way, as for what happen this entire week, I will keep it up for you tommorow night (my time).. So, catch up later! ;)

Powerful Profession with a Weak Definition

I am so nervous about my first day as an intern tomorrow that I was suddenly inspired to search about architect profession. I've found that in my country, there is no certain regulation regarding the definition of architect and what is the job of an architect. And I also found out, that my country is the ONLY country that doesn't have that kind of regulation. This creates a fuss such as violation of Garis Sepandan Bangunan (hell, I don't know what you call it in English), violation of Koefisien Lantai Bangunan, and so on.

Now I found the definition of architect (not in a form of a legal law, so it still not regulated) that is an expert who is competent in architecture and practice of architecture is a practice conduct by an architect in architecture field. And then, it is also said that someone who already practices in architecture field, and trust me there are many, but haven't got neither license nor profession certificate, is not going to be considered an architect.

What about my senior who already got so many projects when he was still in college a.k.a undergraduate? Does that mean anybody can do practice of architecture without even have to be an architect? The law about this sector is still weak. That's why so many violation of regulations about building happens a lot. There is no clear definition to whom the law concerned. In the current law it is only said as 'service providers' (pemberi jasa), but it is not defined whether it is the architect, or the engineer, or the mechanical engineer, etc. And by regulations about building I am not only refer it as the formal law, but also regarding how a building should be design, regarding its aesthetics, and its users comfort and needs. But still, that is some other thing.

The most important thing is the definition of architect and its job field, after that how to be a registered architect. If there is no such thing, then my entire college study is a waste.

Officially a blog-walker

There's this one thing I like about blogs, other than my own blog, that is... It is every time I blog walked I will find something interesting among people around the world. I can learn of how people think, how they react to their everyday occasion, how is their life doing. I can also learn something from them, such as religious blog that contains, umm what do you say it, some chapter from their bibles, or even social problem in their neighborhood and better yet, their country. And the most interesting part of all is that I don't have to know the blogger. Well, I mean, I'd like to know bloggers from all over the world, but in context of blog-walking is like walking on the city street all alone. You may see a lot of interesting shops, stuff, activity, person, anything... without having to know or be known. It's a one time occasion that's not gonna repeat, yet you earn a lot of experience.

I don't know about you, but for me, that's just interesting! I should do this (blog-walking) more often to keep my mind in shape. :)

The word 'miss' is missed!

So I'm going to talk about a certain word that I'm terribly filled with right now, but not in the capability of an expert though. Just in the simplest way that anyone would describe the same word, which is... *drumrolls.......*

miss.

The word miss have a lot of meanings, right? You can use it to describe that you didn't hit a target, or it can also be a noun for a girl or woman who haven't get married yet, or, as in my case, to describe the feeling of desiring someone else's presence. I don't know the origin of the word, but I think it is also used to describe the absence of something or someone.

Today, when I was in the bathroom taking a you-know-what, I kinda thought of the connection between the two meaning. You desire someone's presence when their presence is MISSING from you, right? So maybe, when someone says to you 'I miss you', maybe what it probably mean is her/his presence is being missed from your life by them (miss as in absent, or, idk, lost, maybe?). But then again, you probably would say 'I miss you too' in return so that would also mean that your presence is being missed from his/her. Well, to be not around someone is by choice of one or the other, or even both, right?

Wow, tough. Here, let me ease you up by sharing something about my language. In my language those meanings have their own word. Miss, as in desiring someone else's presence, which I talked about earlier, is 'kangen' or 'rindu' in Indonesian. Usually my language uses words that are being adopted from foreign language, such as music becomes musik, or escalator becomes eskalator. But not the word miss. Well I guess that's mean the feeling of missing someone gotta be a very ancient feeling.

...

Why the hell did I write about this, you ask (or not). My lovvve is in a remote place right now that he doesn't have signal to even text me... By signal I mean, literally. The communication transmission haven't cover the entire island of Kalimantan (Borneo, as you know it), so...voila, lack of communication. :(

PLAYscape Design Competition

There is this design competition that I am interested in. It's called the PLAYscape. You can check it out in here and if you aren't that interested, I beg your kindness to help me find some idea :D. I'm planning to surf the city but I haven't found the right time yet.

The city I'm choosing is certainly Jakarta, and not Bandung. Bandung has a very potential abandoned landscape but is already a city with so much greenery. And it also got many outdoor activity held in the public area, so it's not a so much difficult case to create a great design in Bandung. But, Jakarta is some other thing. It also possess many potential abandoned landscape, but almost zero activity were held at those public area. I guess it's because it's not interesting to a metropolitan citizen, and also not safe and hot. Not much people would like to go somewhere outdoor and public with so much more activity can be held indoor (mall, game center, etc.), not to mention the traffic. With so much problem, I think, Jakarta would be a potential site to design a playscape with its own uniqueness. The second reason to choose Jakarta would be: it is where I live.

By the way, I'm going to try to post twice a day because of my absence for a week. Hohooo... This is what I've been going through all those days:

This is what my teammate doing for almost 2 weeks.

This is what I made in 32 freaking hours, just to fix what she threw on me (just the landscape, so that does not include the building and the aisle). I'm not bragging or anything, but it takes effort to finish something and laziness is not the key that helps. God, what have she been doing all those times. I really can think of something worthy.

Uh, if you're wondering what competition it is, it's the Tropical Architecture Design Competition 2013 by International High Learning from Singapore. Maybe you should join it next year, it's fun! :D

bubarkan saja biar tenang

I forgot, something happened in my country media today that I am so ashamed of that I'm going to use my language instead, so no people from other country know the stupidity in it. By the way, the video will show something incredibly inappropriate on minute 1:53 or so... Voila, my beloved country... :)

Katanya juru bicara, kok ngga bisa menyampaikan pesan dengan baik-baik? kalo apa yang mau disampaikan benar adanya dan efeknya baik, disampaikan dengan kepala dingin juga semua orang bakal denger dan bakal respek, ga perlu pake nyiram orang dulu. Ih, ga sadar umur ya, Pak Thamrin udah lebih tua gitu, ga ada rasa hormat apa? kayak dibesarin di kandang babi aja. orang di agama Islam dijunjung tinggi juga kan menghormati orang yang lebih tua. Yah gue ga akan ngasi unjuk ayat apa ato kata-kata Nabi Muhammad yang menekankan hal tersebut, tapi plis deh, orang ateis aja tau orang tua itu harus diperlakukan dengan baik. Disiram kasih sayang, bukan teh, err..

Pokoknya, gue sebagai seorang muslim, ga sudi dibelain sama orang yang bahkan ga bisa ngejaga harga dirinya sendiri. Gue ga rela dibelain organisasi yang memilih preman emosian untuk jadi juru bicaranya. Yang gue relakan adalah kalo organisasi itu untuk mengkaji ulang isi al-Qur'an untuk ditekankan ke masyarakat dan bukan justru mencontohkan tindakan anarkis. supaya lebih rela lagi, dibubarkan saja.

Two pages A1 paper filled with blood and tears thanks to my useless team mate

Wew, it's been a while since my last post, huh? That's because of this international tropical architecture design competition from Singapore that should be fun, but because of my useless teammate, who disappeared at the moment I really need her the most, my entire time was spent on making 5 pages of project brief, 2 pages of portofolio (in A1 paper, you imagine, ALL ALONE squeezing the thoughts out of my brain to fill TWO PAGES of A1 paper, while the other team doing it FULL TEAM, consists of 4 amazing people!), and also finishing the design itself. The earlier distribution of jobdescs weren't working since two of my teammates were unavailable (one of them hide, yes, SHE HIDES from me like I'm some kind of mass murder psycho...tho I kind of act like one...SINCE SHE ABANDONED HER JOB).

Geez, all she had to do was design the garden while I design an entire four storeys building, and all she ever made was an entirely, massively unfinished SketchUp. And there I was, setting aside all my hobbies and didn't even sleep calmly (wait, did I even sleep, oh yeah, for 12 hours...in FOUR DAYS!) while she....fuck it, I don't even care what she was doing while I was trying hard to make something worthy.

Lesson: never EVER create a team with someone with whom you can't learn a thing from. Cause he/she shall be useless for you.

Quote(s) of the day

Seems like I've spoted a light from a place I believe as my vantage point. I'm in such a blissful mood that I turn into a quote sucker and search for quotes about light in google. I intended to choose only one that I find the best, but I can only manage to reduce those quotes into two. Without even recognizing the person who said it, here are the quotes I find the most appealing...

 “Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.”
-Terry Pratchett-

 “There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.”
-Leonard Cohen-


 Have a delightful life, everyone!

Advice

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What's all this?

I've just realized that for the past three post I've been rambling about random things. So the time has come for me to claim what my blog is going to be. *drumrolls please*

First of all... why did I use the name "insatiable tweeting" for my blog, also with incorrect grammar too by not using capital letters for title. Well, I didn't want it to be a title at first. *lol

I was a blogger back when I was still in high school, 11th grade. But then i got too busy that I intentionally abandoned my former blog. Then now I'm all settle in college, I started again surfing the social media. First, I made a Twitter account and an Instagram account (yes everybody, I just started Twitter and Instagram in college, third year). But then few months later Twitter and also Instagram didn't fulfill my appetite of publishing my thoughts (what an attention whore I am) so I started my second blog (yes everybody, in year 2013 I just started my blog). Therefore, voila! Insatiable tweeting, because tweeting is just not enough.

And what is this blog about? Hmm, at first I was intending to fill this blog with posts about architecture. No, I'm not going to post my assignments to request feedbacks or my notes of my professor's lecture. Yes, it is going to be my personal views about architecture. But then again, I'm an attention whore. There's going to be posts about my personal feelings, just like the posts before, but still the main course is architecture posts.

Second topic that is going to be all over my blogs would be traveling. It might be culinary, activities, or architecture again. Depends of what I find whilst traveling. Though it's not going to be as often as architecture topics, regarding that I'm still at college.


So that's that everybody. The insatiable tweeting blog for you, take it or leave it! :)

Another sucker of the ugly truth

Today I did a little blog-walking and I found a mildly amusing blog. It is none other than the Hanzi Smatter blog with the address hanzismatter.blogspot.com. It is where Tian, the blogger, publish email sent to him about chinese writing tattoos. So those who sent it usually requested translation from Tian regarding the meaning of their chinese written tattoos. Most of them chinese writings are misused.

The amusing part is that the email senders; some are the tattoo owner, some are not, are completely clueless regarding the meaning of the writing they've agreed to bear on their bodies for the rest of their life. They all bear in mind (and body) that what is carved in their skins had been their confidence boost, their definition of themselves, their hopes of what they wanted to be, et cetera, et cetera, in the most honorable way, just because it was in chinese, the writings that is uncommon for them. Thus, what is uncommon is always considered...kewl...

But they all had their doubt on their own, probably, impulsive decision. So they asked Tian via email and nervously hoping for an answer. Just to accept Tian's sharp comments such as "Another sucker of the gibberish font." or a translation of the real meaning from the writing, which mostly not the meaning the owner hoped for.

So...(I'am about to point out once again about the breaking down of my life, so if some of you are tired of my meaningless babbling about my misfortune, I'd understand if you close this blog immediately. But for those who aren't, proceed) to have this chinese written tattoos misuses, it came to my mind about my own 'tattoo'.

Let me tell you about my 'tattoo'. I made the decision to take the 'tattoo' as my companion to strive along in live. The 'tattoo' which meaning I thought I understand properly. Now that I've stumbled into a translator called "The Truth", I've come to realize that my tattoo is just a carved reminder of my shameful, wrong doing, thoughtless action that I chose to cope with the rest of my life. And that just feel awful.

It is awful to know that the tattoo artist is a big fat liar. And it is awful to know that the tattoo artist is myself. And it is most awful when some other people knows the shameful meaning the tattoo brought more than I do.


Moral of the story: To carve a tattoo that you don't recognize, is just so wrong.

Today's Life Event Revealed: Standup Deception

So since the mental breakdown I had yesterday, I repeatedly tried to self-heal myself by saying this: "Head held high, girl, and welcome your ultimate utter failure." And there I was this afternoon, with my love, attending a Standup Comedy Festival in Senayan, Jakarta, trying to dig some joy and laughter out of my black hole.

I'm not particularly into standup comedies. It's just that I like how comics use their character, either their mimics, body language, or speech, to turn some usual occasion they had, from the extraordinary to the most ordinary little things, into something we thought we also had. In the most funniest perspective we never thought we had. That's what I call, and that's where I intentionally, voluntarily letting some other people deceive my mind.

And thus one thing I've come to realize today what had been the X factor of these serial problems I had lately. It is that I was to deceitful that my own mind deceive myself about one important thing that had been the fundamental guideline of how I live my life.

I was too confident that I thought I can handle any problem, any obstacle, any unfortunate events, anything, with my cunning tricks. But then I realized, it is not cunning at all. Since it was lying that I had been doing.


God, oh God help me for I am beginning to imagine throwing myself away...

Mood weather: cloudy with a chance of breaking out loud

Damn, it's my first post to my second blog but I'm about to stuff it with utterly sad feelings. But here goes...

Have you watch "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatball"? Well, I'm 21 years old and I'm quite inspired by the main character's attitude towards failure. Umm, what's his name again? Oh, Flint Lockwood, yea. I'm not gonna dictate you about the things I've learned from that movie, but there's this some stupid stuff that occurs in my days lately that reminds me of one of the scene in this cunning movie.

So, those who haven't watch it, hang on there for a moment... Those who have, well, do you remember when the big disaster with big food weather happens, what did Flint, as the one responsible, do? He hid himself in a trash can. And when his father found him there, I don't quite recall what's his line but he said something like this: "I'm not useful, so I throw myself away like these junks (in the trash can)."


Yeah, right now, that's kinda something I'd like to do. Throw myself away...