angry, red and painful pimples start popping out on the face
puffy, swollen eyelids
bloodshot eyes
pale complexion
disheveled hair
bloated stomache
aching arms, neck and back
constant feeling of fatigue
some of the listed symptoms above may sound like what women have to go through once a month when good ol' aunt pays a visit but don't get me wrong, what i'm referring to above is not to lament about the major inconveniences women have to go through but rather the sad plight of year 3 architecture students in NUS who are about to face their first big hurdle in becoming an architect, RIBA Part 1.
the idea of a SoHo is captured in the architecture studio where students work and live here as submission draw near. amid the cutting mats, broken off pen knife blades, new materials, waste materials, butter paper, cartridge paper, sketch pens and pencils, UHU glue, white glue, laptops, chargers, books borrowed from the libraries, mineral water bottles, empty drink cans, cup noodles, chocolates, models, drying towels, safari beds and movable boards, we architecture students work and sleep (wait, what sleep?) endlessly throughout the nights before submission to finish the deliverables. it sounds and looks like a junkyard or just and accident waiting to happen, but we get along. accidents to happen sometimes when people slice part of their fingers off or worse the 'blue screen of death' from the computers and the scream and scramble after to ensure files were backed up.
nothing compares to this. maybe some journalist should shadow an architecture student and keep a journal tracing what they go through.
its so so twisted, its sometimes funny.
i just have to make it through till the 17th..
I WILL GET THERE IN ONE PIECE!!!
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