5 months of architecture. 
To be honest, my expectations prior to joining the course differed immensely to the actual experience of frozen music.
Gone are the application of scientific and mathematical reasoning. Such logic proved to be my downfall as artistic intuition and abstract visions are the essence of achievement in this study of space.
In other words, I was deep shyt. Rusty was an understatement to my creative juice flow.
Heck, I don't even own a colour pencil set, let alone use one for the past 5 years. Still, a part of me rejoiced in my endeavour. The euphoric yet self-patronizing feeling of designing and recreating gushed through me. How artsy fartsy.
Random site visits were a breath of fresh air. Though the agony of deciding on a certain structure to be documented visually made it less than an exciting affair. Oh and the weather, never fails us.
Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed the 5 months. Even through the misery of technical plans.
Despite the time constraint, one always manages to complete them, with a whole lotta fishcakes and tissues. Oh, no, not even the outrageous price of a technical pen set equivalent to a one-way ticket to k. terengganu on air asia could stop one from completing.
The studio became our fortress of solitude. Studio 7 to be precise.
A few inhabits elected to spend the night over a couple of times, in fear of failing to complete the frust-free elevations, axonometrics. I, for one, choose to work through my potential guilt in the comfort of home.
In time, one has become an expert in the art of Windows Movie Maker. The ability to identify and understand a false pronounciation of an English utterance is also achieved, in more ways than one.
Model-making. One word, dainty.
Nonetheless, this route one has chosen is barely at it's halfway point. Archeeteks, the populace that conceives structures. Foresee the possibilities, the birth of concepts.
Be afraid, be very afraid.
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