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BIsmillah….

It has been a while since I last posted anything here… It’s such a hectic and tough semester… I pray to Allah to bestow on me strength to breeze through and do well for this semester…

This is my fourth year (first year master to be specific) in architecture… as I contemplate over it, it has been such a wonderful journey learning architecture… architecture is different from many other courses in so many ways… first, we don’t have many exams (especially in RMIT), second, we don’t really sleep at nights in extreme cases for days, many of us are big fans of caffeine (coffee, redbulls, gatorade, mother,v etc) most have at least 2 computers or in some cases reside in the computer labs so they can ‘own’ the public computers , we get bruises and cuts around hands and fingers (so me!), we eat sandwiches during lectures (is this included?), our readings cut across all fields because to us everything has ‘something’ to do with architecture, most subjects don’t require text books but we were forced to read novels sometimes etc. etc…. ok dah la tu…

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What has architecture taught me?

This is not about architecture as an academic course, it is more to life in general... to begin with, how do we perceive education influences it’s outcome… if we see schools/universities education as only a requirement that we need to pass through to gain some status in society, yes… we may achieve the desired-status… but to me, it is beyond certificates and recognition… architecture teaches me more than how to be an architect… so here are some lessons for life from architecture school…

1. Allah is above all things
-Ideas and inspiration… we all knew where are they from?
-Great efforts sometimes don’t result in great achievements and vice versa…

2. Patience
-Staying up all night long to do the same thing over and over- it’s not an easy thing
-Rejected proposals, mean critics, overloaded tasks… we stand up through those…

3. Be passionate
-Doing things half-heartedly will lead to a big regret, seriously!
-We love what we are doing and always put our best to it.

4. Celebrate the differences
-Yes we are all different and we live the differences… each of us is unique, that’s why we always perceive things differently… but hey, that’s okay!

5. Accept criticism positively
-Oh, this ain’t easy… I learn it the hard way…

6. Strive till the end
-We always seem to be working till the final minute, it’s not the case of being last minute person… but it shows how we always try to put our best till the end!

7. Tomorrow is never too late but we must do it yesterday
-we don’t wait for tomorrow to do things, but time is out of our hand, so there is no question of the 'right time' when it comes to doing works...

8. Good things don’t come easy
-hey, everybody knows that… ok, fine!

9. No man is an island, but everyone needs a privacy.
-Across all the architecture schools of thoughts… the issue of public/privacy zone is always a great concern… because we know that it’s really important…


OK, I stop at 9… anyone care to add?

Comments

Ummu Yousuf said…
totally love the insights!=)
cynthia said…
like this post. but i dont know why i am suffering miserably when i study architecture. sampai menangis melukis pelan. LOL. anyway, good luck to you, kiambang.

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