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.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
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.
Friday, July 12, 2013
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! :)
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! :)
Sunday, July 7, 2013
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?
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?
Friday, July 5, 2013
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...
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...
Thursday, July 4, 2013
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! ;)
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