#entrance exams for architecture

[brdsindia]

Top Architecture Entrance Exams in India: Your Ultimate Guide!

Do you have a interest in architecture and design? Get admission to your dream architecture institute you need to clear the architecture entrance exams. To know about Top Architecture Entrance Exams in India, checkout this blog for NATA architecture exam.

[armystkive]

anyone here who's given / is giving nata ? please help a girl out i want to write the paper but i have literally no idea about it

[therenaissancedesignstudio]

[mohamedsathak]

Mohamed Sathak A.J. Academy of Architecture

Campus Information

Mohamed Sathak A.J. Academy of Architecture is one of the 18 institutions under the Mohamed Sathak Trust and was established in the year 2010.

Alhaj. Janab. S. M. Mohammed Yousuf, Chairman, of Mohamed Sathak Trust, believes, “we cannot always build the future for the students, but we can build the students for the future”. Under this umbrella, MSAJAA strives to create an environment from which students emerge equipped to face the challenges of the New Normal and be advocates of change.

Why Choose Us?

The Aim of the Trust is to promote Technical education and train the students to cope with the technical needs of the day.

The Academy is spearheaded by Dr. Ranee Vedamuthu, former Dean, School of Architecture and Planning & former Registrar, Anna University, Chennai as the Director and Prof. H. Mohammed Idris as the Principal.

Under the tutelage of Professor Emeritii – K T Ravindran, former Professor, SPA, N Delhi and Ar. Habeeb Khan, Chairman, SPA, N Delhi and former President of the Council of Architecture, New Delhi.

Facilitating learning through collaborative design studios with top institutions of the country – Urban design studio with the SPA, N Delhi and Goa College of Architecture; Rural studio with Hunnarshala foundation, Bhuj, Gujarat through ACEDGE, ethos; Building workshops with Auroville, Unravelling Architecture, and Thannal; Heritage programs with INTACH, N Delhi.

Producing industry-ready architects and bridging the gap between academics and industry through interactive sessions with top architects & domain experts, national and international.

Connecting students and faculty with international partners through MoUs resulting in workshops, lectures and exchange programs. MoUs signed with Taylor’s University, Malaysia and University of Tours, France.

Promoting student-centric experiential learning practices through frequent case study programs, site visits, travel, workshops, seminars, think tanks, crits and panels.

Challenging the students to participate in design and build competition projects to enhance their competence and skills.

Developing the skills of the faculty through frequent quality improvement and faculty development programs.

Awakening community consciousness through NSS, ISR, and community driven design.

Promoting overall student development through various student clubs to nurture the co-curricular and extra-curricular talents of the students.

Providing student internships, career guidance, placements, and entrepreneurship mentoring for the students.

[aadaysacademy]

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[mindfulstudyquest]

❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝗴𝗼𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗶'𝗺 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 as an exchange student who's not a party animal

𝟭. study day by day ( 🪴 )

i am a big procrastinator and when it comes to exams, too often i have left it to the last minute and pulled all-nighters to get high grades, but due to the spanish school system, which includes many more partial exams and midterms than italy (actually there aren't any in italy at all) i will be "forced" to change this tendency of mine, the goal is to study the lessons on the very same day so as to have a greater margin for revision that will allow me to secure my knowledge.

𝟮. allow time to rest/recharge ( 🔌 )

i once read a sentence: "if you have two minutes to do something, it will take you two minutes, but if you have two hours, it will take you the whole two hours". concentrating for a few hours a day, but in an effective and meaningful way is perhaps my biggest dream, this year i will do my best to limit the hours of study and dedicate time to rest and tourist activities that my year in spain will reserve for me (parties and hangouts included).

𝟯. learning a new language ( ⭐ )

i don't speak spanish at all, but i understand it very well. studying and living here for a whole year will definitely help me develop my linguistic/grammatical knowledge to start a deeper study of the language. the more languages ​​you know, the better.

𝟰. get out of my comfort zone ( 🦋 )

as an introvert, i often find myself, especially during stressful times, retreating to my room, wrapped in the comfort of my favorite books and series. the real challenge will be to abandon the safe place for the unknown and finally embrace the idea that the unknown is beautiful, that it has breathtaking sunrises and sunsets, and that any scars that might come from it are as precious as diamonds.

𝟱. being proud of myself ( 🍋 )

realizing that i'm doing well, that the me from a year ago who was afraid of failing the university entrance exam has not only now completed her first year of architecture with excellent results, but now lives alone in a foreign country. a year ago i would never have believed it, so i should be proud of it, and not fear that i'm not enough. there is a lot to improve, but celebrating victories is equally important as aiming for the top.

[theminecraftbee]

Joel stares at the ceiling. It’s sure a hospital ceiling alright. Grey tiles, fluorescent lights, a steady beep in the background. Great. He’s in the hospital his first day in town. He’s sure that bodes well for the future of his time in Hermiton, truly. What had he been saying to himself before he arrived? That he just had to survive one more year of high school and then he could go be a hermit in the woods or at least pass his exams to get that architecture degree he used to dream about.

“Oh, you’re awake! You’re the last to wake up. It’s just exhaustion, don’t worry. That always happens the first few times you summon your Persona. Your body gets used to it and stops trying to force you into the ground the moment you enter Real Space again eventually.”

He tries very hard not to groan out loud. If he doesn’t move or make any noise, maybe the weird guy won’t notice he’s awake. Maybe he’ll go away and like, whatever adult in town is currently supposed to be in charge of him will show up and sign some paperwork and Joel can leave.

There’s a long, awkward silence.

“You know, I can tell you’re awake. I already said so,” the stranger says.

“Shut up, I’m trying to make you go away,” Joel says.

The stranger snorts. “What, you don’t want information on your two friends you apparently risked your life to save?”

Joel… would kind of like that information, actually, but he’s not just going to say so.

“It’s not like I know them. I’ve been here five days. Idiot,” Joel says.

“I don’t know. Seems a lot like you know them,” the stranger says. “You’ll probably get to know them even more soon, after we do an assessment to make sure it’s safe for you all to enter Altered Space. It’s just been me and Scar for so long, I didn’t think other Persona users would ever show up!”

“What,” Joel says. “I don’t believe in Personas. They’re stupid. I was lucid dreaming. This is stupid.”

“Can’t you still hear yours? I think I’d go insane if I stopped.”

Yes.

“No.”

“Well then, maybe you’re the weak one. A strong Persona user would definitely still hear their Persona,” the stranger says, and look man, Joel doesn’t want to be doing this, but he can’t let ‘maybe you’re the weak one’ stand. It’s a matter of honor. Of pride.

“No, buzz off. I’m the strong one. I didn’t just awaken Pygmalion, I kicked ass using Pygmalion. Stupid Skizz and Impulse passed out immediately. And I was the only one who knew how to get to Skizz so, so, screw you, I’m super strong with your fake brain ghost thing.”

The stranger is quiet for a long moment. “Did you say you knew how to get to Skizz?”

“Yeah you just follow the evil butterflies. You should know, since you’re crazy,” Joel says.

“Oh my god,” the stranger says. “Oh my god. This changes everything.”

Something sinks in Joel’s stomach. “Wait, what does that—”

“I have to go tell Mr. Hills. Meet us when you get out of here, a doctor should let you out once you’re awake! But I have to tell him! Being able to preemptively find entrances to Altered Space! Fighting off a shadow and rescuing people your first time summoning a Persona! Me and Scar won’t have to be alone anymore!”

“No, I, uh, was lying, stop that,” Joel says unconvincingly.

“See you!” the stranger says.

“You forgot to tell me what happened to Skizz,” Joel says, finally sitting up to try to stop the stranger, but it’s too late. He’s already gone. Joel stares blankly after the space where he’d once been.

“You also forgot to tell me your name, you moron,” Joel says weakly.

He buries his head in his hands, breathes, and calls the nurse. If his strange classmate isn’t going to tell him what’s actually happening, then Joel’s going to find out for himself.

(Power throbs beneath a scar on his hand. A voice whispers agreeing remarks in the back of his head. He has way too many aches and pangs for last night—or, well, however many nights ago it was now—to be fake. But for now, he just wants to know Skizz is okay and go back to his stupid apartment and pretend none of this happened. Is that too much to ask?)

[niteshade925]

April 12, Xi'an, China, Qinglong Temple/青龙寺 (Part 1):

Qinglong Temple started in 582 AD (Sui dynasty) as Linggan Temple/灵感寺, and became Qinglong Temple in 711 AD (Tang dynasty). The temple is considered to be the cradle of Chinese Esoteric Buddhism (also known as Vajrayana Buddhism or Tangmi) and Japanese Esoteric Buddhism (Shingon Buddhism). It's where Kukai/空海 studied Vajrayana Buddhism under Huiguo/惠果 (more on that later).

The red ribbons tied to trees are all wishes of visitors. Something to note is that at the time, most of the ribbons were concentrated around the shrine of Manjushri Bodhisattva (wén shū pú sà/文殊菩萨 in Chinese). This was probably because it was April and students were getting ready for college entrance exams, as Manjushri represents wisdom and intelligence.

Btw a note for posts on Qinglong Temple and Daci'en Temple: it's considered disrespectful to take pictures of the statues of Buddha and other Bodhisattvas, so I did not deliberately take any pictures of the statues. They might be partially included in some pictures of the architecture though, it's just hard to avoid including the statues completely.

This is a giant bronze vat of water, in old times these vats serve as storage containers for water, for use in case of fires. Today though, these are present simply as part of the temple.

Qinglong Temple was completely gone by late Ming dynasty, and the current temple was built on top of the original site. The current architecture were built in Tang-dynasty style.

There were renovations being done in the temple, so this area was as far as we went

The memorial hall for Huiguo and Kukai from a distance

More Tang dynasty-style architecture:

A very interesting contrast of ancient and modern outside the temple:

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

synopsis. in which you, an engineer major, are paired with a major in architecture — the blueprints of what you’re meant to bring to life.

academic rivals to lovers ( kaveh’s version )

for my fav, @skywalkiings <3

kaveh x gn!reader.

“it’s that time of the year again, everyone!” your teacher called and you nearly smashed your head into the desk in front of you.

“the end of the year project!” she sang, before pouting at the symphony of groans coming from her students. “would you rather i give you another exam?”

silence.

a huff. “as i thought.” the professor continued before smiling again. “this project will be different from the ones in your past years as it will call for everything that you’ve learned here so far at the akademiya! think of it as a preparatory assignment for your future profession!” she elaborated, handing the information sheets to the front row to pass on. “that being said, once everyone has received their paper, i will announce the architect you will be paired with!”

“kill me now..” you nearly spoke aloud, distasteful of the project already. one thing was being assigned a project — another was one in pairs. it was completely unreliable and irritating having to wait on another person or hear their opinions that more than often clash with your own. an architect would be even more stingy, you could just feel it in the very marrow of your bones.

“y/n l/n!” the woman called from her desk, snapping you from your trance. here goes.. “you’re to be paired with a senior, kaveh.”

kaveh? something about that name sounded oddly familiar, but now.. wasn’t the time to think about that.

just as you inclined your head, the bell sounded from its perch on the wall, signaling the end of the lecture.. and the beginning of your pain-in-the-ass project.

waisting little time, you slung your backpack over your shoulder, descending the steps before beelining for the library

it was lunch hour and the halls were bound to swarm with people like a can of sardines. definitely not ideal for a quick getaway and some piece of mind to figure out what the hell to do with this new project of yours.

however your getaway, didn’t quite go as smooth..

as you turned a corner to the entrance of the library belonging to the university, you found yourself smacking face first into someone’s chest. how lucky.

the impact had thankfully been soft, thankfully — nothing to break your nose or anything. unlike some other guy’s chest you ran into once in high school while rushing to class — which nearly knocked you back a few steps.

you rubbed your nose, letting out a quiet ‘ow’, as your eyes lifted, brows now knitted together. “try watching who’s in front of you next time!” you scolded and the boy scoffed.

“i should be telling you the same, you came running out of nowhere! i almost dropped all of my blueprints because of you!” he fired back, holding the rolled up papers tightly against his chest before brushing past you with a huff. “be more careful!”

you were near speechless, wanting to give the crimson eyed male a piece of your mind, but he was gone. deep within the mob of people headed for the cafeteria.

“coward.” you muttered under your breath, clenching your fist before marching into your destination with a low grumble. should you cross paths with that boy again, it’s on sight.

“unbelievable.” you let out quietly, watching as your partner, the blond from the hall, entered through the door of the café you were meeting at.

it was impossible — the kind of thing you only saw in those silly ‘enemies to lovers’ movies. it couldn’t be him, could it? surely he’d been there for someone else..

the architect pushed his sunglasses up onto the crown of his head, looking around the arrangement of tables and chairs before his eyes fell onto yours.

ipad propped in front of you, a pencil case to hold your papers down, and whatever drink you had decided on opting for today.

“the underclassman in the hall..” he muttered out, realization settling at who his partner had been as he approached you slowly.

an awkward smile replaced the faint grimace he had as he stopped in front of your table. “ah- y/n l/n, i assume?” he asked and you nearly shook your head.

if you’d said no, perhaps he would have left.. but unfortunately, the grade was a priority.

“that’s right.” you answered ( reluctantly ), nodding your head as you moved your papers to one stack. “i’m guessing you must be kaveh, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” not really.

his smile widened, unbeknownst to your true feelings as he took the seat across from you, laying his blueprints down on the free space you’d left him ( begrudgingly ). “the pleasure is all mine! i apologize from my behavior earlier in the hall.. i hope you can forgive me, i didn’t want anything to happen to these.” he chuckled sheepishly, patting the scrolls of paper softly. “they’re the best i’ve come up with! hence why i wanted to bring them to my partner in top condition — which is you, ironically- the person i ran into..”

you nodded slowly, wondering to yourself if he normally spoke this much and in such an odd manner. but you went along with it, anyway. just bear it for now. “no worries — at least your papers are um.. in tact.” the condition was almost flawless, and yet he still made a fuss earlier. “shall we look through them and see which one works best for the project?”

kaveh blinked at your words, seemingly offended. “beg your pardon?” he asked, lifting his hand from his designs. “which works best? we can’t possibly select one and leave the rest untouched! it’d be criminal!”

his outburst caught you by surprise as you rose a brow at him, judging. “you do realize we cannot make all of those. it’s unrealistic, and there’s hardly time to do all of these when i’m the only engineer working on these..” you trailed off, unrolling one of the papers to show him. “like this — this is meant for a city! i can’t make that!”

“you’re an engineer! there are architects far more demanding than myself, with even more to request! this is your practice!” he reasoned and you scoffed.

“more like my funeral.. these are a total nightmare.” you muttered under your breath and the blond gasped.

“why you- you take that back! i worked very hard on those and i won’t allow them to go unappreciated by a heartless engineer who doesn’t understand art!”

now it was your turn to gasp. “i’m heartless? you humiliated me in the hall today for running into you!”

“i said i was sorry!! now you’re holding a grudge?!”

“as if you have any room to talk!” you bit back, rising from your seat before storming off to what appeared to be the counter. likely to order another beverage — possibly even something alcoholic, with how frustrating your partner was being.

meanwhile the scarlet eyed male parted his lips to demand where you were storming off to, only to close them right after.

he didn’t need to make a scene, least of all with an underclassman! he was better than this — he had to be the bigger person here. not like those petty arguments he shared with his blockheaded roommate at home.

kaveh was a gentleman, a kind soul. it was in his good nature!

..and yet right now, in this petty predicament, he found himself fired up. ready to give you a piece of his mind and defend his hard work.. but he held off. as if there was any need to have the last word, that was an “alhaitham thing” to do!

with a defeated sigh, kaveh dropped his forehead on the dark oak table, groaning to himself.

this project.. was going to be a long one.

“no, no- this won’t do at all! it ruins the aesthetic completely!” the blond complained and you fought the urge to slap him.

this would mark your fifth time redesigning the electrical structure of the layout of where all the lamps and switches would go in whatever complicated ass design kaveh felt the need to use.

granted it wasn’t a real building. the project consisted of making a structure out of a certain material that suited the selected blueprints, and having a working setup of lamps and switches. strangely, the only thing you and your partner came to agree on was using lego bricks as the building materials.

“we can’t be bothered with aesthetic yet if the lights can’t even turn on without someone getting zapped in the process! have you not learned?!” you fired back pointing to your sad excuse of a building. it was barely two floors and kaveh wanted five. “first i get the lamps working, and then you can make it look pretty or whatever it is that you do!”

the architect let out a gasp of offense. “excuse me, i do far more than making things pretty, you just don’t get appeal like i do! who in their right mind would want to go into an ugly half built looking building?!” he ranted, shuddering at his own thoughts. only alhaitham would. “we’d be better off in an abandoned or haunted house!”

you took a deep exhale, willing yourself not to rip him a new one. you were calm, the calmest you could be. this was just a trial to prepare for the future with someone even more snippy and nitpicky.

all you had to do was finish the project as soon as possible and hand it back to your professor. done, finished. no more kaveh, no more irking architects for awhile. just you and your work, as it was before this ridiculous assignment.

now ignoring the blond’s rambling, you carefully smoothed your fingers over the surface — where the wiring was meant to go, humming quietly before taking a ruler out.

although you didn’t want to, you handed it to kaveh, biting back a sigh. “hold this here, do not move it. i have to cut how much wire i’ll need.”

with little chance to protest, the older held the the measuring stick in place, eyeing you with great caution. legos were rather fragile, after all. and neither of you has glued yours, in fear that you would need to go back and fix something.

still, as he watched you at work, he couldn’t help but stare a little. the way your eyebrows furrowed together in concentration, the way you chewed on the inside of your cheek, the meticulous work of your hands. it was weirdly fascinating to kaveh, something he found difficulty looking away from.

“kaveh, could you hand me the pliers and that soldering tool from the stand.” you called out to him, not yet looking up.

but the blond was too focused on what you were doing, the gentle part of your lips. he wondered what you were saying, perhaps muttering to yourself regarding your work.

“kaveh!” you voiced out more clearly, causing him to jolt in surprise.

“what- what is it, i wasn’t staring!”

“the pliers and soldering tool! hand me them, please.” you repeated, gesturing with your nose to what you needed.

the upperclassman blinked once and then twice, not having realized you had been talking to him the entire time while he stared like a weirdo.

unknowingly it made his cheeks bloom with pink, a wave of embarrassment overcoming him. “right-! the pliers and soldering.. tool- on it, heard you the first time!” the blond blurted, quickly rising from his seat to head to where you’d plugged the device in.

careful not to burn himself, he grabbed it by the stem along with the device beside it before moving back to where you sat. “these tools, right?”

lifting your head a little to see what he brought, you nodded in approval, holding out your free hand. “hand me the pliers first, i need to cut off what i don’t need before i can continue.” you told him simply, and thankfully — he knew what those were.

he placed the took in your hand, holding the warmer one in his grasp until you would need it. which didn’t take too long.

“soldering iron, please.” you spoke up again, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead with a knuckle.

“soldering iron.” he repeated, placing it slowly, and gently between your fingers, as he didn’t want you to burn yourself. banter or not, he wouldn’t wish ill on you.

now that caught you off guard, as you felt his fingers brush your own. so soft and delicate from how careful he was with his craft. unlike engineers, his hands would remain unscathed for the most part. maybe a little sore from many hours spent on drawing, but well kept, otherwise.

confused, kaveh rose a brow at your stillness, uncertain of why you had stopped. “hellooo, earth to y/n.” he waved in front of your face, tilting his head. “there’s a wire and lamp that still needs connecting.”

“i-i’m here, i’m doing it now!” you blurted out unthinkingly, forcing yourself to look away as you lowered your head in a sad attempt at hiding your face from him.

a long project, indeed.

it was the final night to finish the thesis with only the conclusion to be written of your paper.

luckily kaveh had finished up with the building and you managed to create a fully operational battery powered light up system for it.

now all that remained was finishing your research paper and handing everything in tomorrow.

part of you felt relieved to be done with the assignment and all the stress that came with it. but were you done with kaveh? that was the real question.

“that should do it.” the blond breathed out, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind his ear. “all we have to do is check it once more and then print.” he continued, raising his arms to stretch before turning to face you when you hadn’t answered. “y/n?”

you blinked upon hearing your name, snapped from your daze as you looked over at your partner, yawning softly. “sorry i was in my thoughts, guess the coffee wore off.” you laughed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “anyway, you were saying?”

kaveh clicked his tongue. “i said we just have to check and then print, though i see my voice puts you to sleep instead!” he huffed out. “please don’t let me keep you up.”

you pressed your lips into a flat line, not fond of his sarcasm. and he said he would never act like his roommate, whom you met a few times while working on the assignment. he was definitely a character.

“haha, very funny.” you commented, rolling your eyes. “well then i guess should be it. if anything we can just check again tomorrow morning.”

the architect let out a hum. “probably.” he answered tentatively, clicking save. “well then that��s it.. did you uh- want to get something to eat? y’know as a celebration for finishing, or something.” why kaveh was asking this, he wanted sure of. last he checked he was beyond annoyed to be dealing with you for as long as he had been.

but in the last few weeks, he felt a slight change in his heart. almost as if it would be strange, not being around you as often as he had been recently.

the offer made your brow raise, surprised to be asked out. not that it was a date, of course! he asked you to eat in celebration of completing your project. nothing more, nothing less.

even still. “like.. a date?” you dared to ask, afraid of what he might answer with — but you couldn’t help the words on the tip of your tongue.

kaveh, astounded that you had asked, let alone phrased it that way, flushed a soft pink. he hadn’t planned on you asking that. was it a date? did you want it to be?

screw it, there was no going back now. “do you want it to be?”

a date with your partner, the one you quarreled with for weeks on end.. but someone you grew oddly fond of being around, and someone you couldn’t quite let go of as yet.

with what little certainty you had left, you shifted closer to him, a warmth rising in your chest. “if i said yes.. would that be a bad thing?”

kaveh paused to think for a moment before smiling at you. “not at all.”

your lips curled up into a grin as you nudged his side. “then it’s a date.”

notes. friendly reminder that ms gurl ( me ) absolutely sucks at anything science-y so if i any terms i used are incorrect — it is either due to the language barrier ( bc i learned all of this shit in dutch ) or my stupidity strikes back with technical things!! anyway hi sky i hope you enjoyed this<3 sorry for the delay :’)

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[brdsindia]

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[itsintrovertedpotato]

got tagged by @komplikacije in a question game, thank youu 💜

had fun and wrote a lot so i will shorten the post hahah

do you make your bed: absolutely not and people who do.... something wrong with them, also kinda unsanitary, you should let your sheets get some air and sun to disinfect

what’s your favorite number: 8 i don’t remember all reasons but through my life it just feels like the number was always following me in some way and the main trigger was when i was 8th on an entrance exam for college and i was soooo happy because i really wanted to study architecture and it was the only college that i put on my list (kinda stupid decision now that i look back lol) but it felt like everything just clicked

current job: none

if you could go back to school, would you: i would in a sense that now that i’m older i value knowledge a lot more and i can actually understand the importance of some things that we learned in school, not that i didn’t back then, i was always a great student, but now im able to understand it on a deeper level and connect with other things i know but i don’t really have the time and energy to go through it again.. but i wouldn’t like to go back in a sense of that period of time in my life and the people in school and stuff like that

can you parallel park: i can’t drive, and i don’t think i’ll be good at it either

a job you had that would surprise people: never worked a day in my life… i did some dance gigs at festivals and promotions and those type of events but the money would not go to us but our dance studio. and when i was i child i was always trying to sell shells to tourists and one time my drawings…

do you think aliens are real: could be idk, i don’t really see the point in thinking too much about things that i don’t know a lot about or that we just can’t find out so it never makes sense to me when people who also don’t have some knowledge on space and biology, in this case, have an opinion on it. like it’s cool if you’re trying to understand something and come to the conclusion but i feel like today too many people have opinion on everything and know nothing

can you drive a manual car: no

guilty pleasure: things that i feel guilty about are not pleasurable and things that i find pleasurable i don’t feel guilty about

tattoos: they are very cool and i always thought that i’ll have a bunch but as im getting older i’m not sure anymore hahah i think i’d feel super weird if i had something on my skin permanently.. still like them a lot tho

favorite colour: purple, green and blue

favorite music genre: i guess like indie/rock/punk/rnb/jazz/reggae, not too much of anything hahah but i listen to pretty much everything

do you like puzzles: i don’t remember when was a last time i did one but i do like them

phobias: i don’t have some specific fear but lately i’ve been a bit paranoid that i will pass out when i’m in my room alone and no one will know and be able to help

favorite childhood sport: i never was a sports person but i did go to rhythmic gymnastics as a kid and then in elementary school i started jazz dance and been doing it until last two years, idk if dance counts hahah but yeah i’ve always been physically active

do you talk to yourself: i don’t really think of it as talking to myself hahah more like sometimes my thoughts just come through my mouth when i’m alone or like i will have an inner monolouge sometimes but that’s not talking to myself? i guess idk hahah it’s not like my brain is silent if i’m alone

favorite movies: i don’t really have favourite movies, i do watch movies like dirty dancing, grease, pretty in pink, the breakfast club when i need something comforting because it’s something i watched a lot when i was younger

coffee or tea: i like both but maybe tea since coffee tends to make me nervous

first thing you wanted to be when you grew up: pfff i think a painter or a teacher ohh i just remembered hahahah actually i wanted to be “an adventurer” lmao like some type of explorer that has to do with nature and history and wears that khaki shirt and cargos outfit with boots and a hat

i tag: @midnightpulses @kontra-svijeta @valovita @nismo-na-filmu-zaboga @blu27nature if they want to do it :))

[ahopelessromantika]

I am an incoming first-year college student, and needless to say, I've been a wreck these past few weeks.

While some of my classmates are already set on their college admissions, I am still at home, waiting for the results from the two universities I've applied to. It is with a heavy heart that I say that in both universities, I am only on their waitlists. My rank isn't far off; in fact, in one university, I am at the top of their priority list. However, both universities are prestigious and picky, so my future is still undecided. It doesn't help that every day, my parents nag at me for not applying to other colleges.

Well, I did.

But then my parents kept telling me to cancel my applications because either the university was too far from home, or they simply did not like it.

However, just a few days ago, I managed to secure a slot in Fine Arts in one of the universities. But my mother immediately told me to reject the offer since the course was too impractical, or so she said.

So I did.

And just a day after I rejected it, she came up to ask me, "Do you still have the slot?"

I instantly replied no, and she told me to apply again for the same course. So I did.

Today, just this morning, I received a response from the same university, telling me that I did not manage to secure the same slot. Okay, that was alright, I supposed. After all, it wasn't entirely my decision to reject the offer.

But it wasn't alright.

It fucking wasn't.

Because after dinner, after my parents discovered that my application was rejected, they began scolding me for not studying and reviewing enough to pass at least one of the universities I had applied to. The cycle started again. Them blaming me for my failures, and me shutting their voices out and trying not to cry.

I did study. I did review before my entrance exams.

But juggling my academics at that time and my college applications was too much for me to handle— the workload was too heavy.

So now, here I am, hanging on to my last hope — the local university near us that I had applied for Architecture. Perhaps I am already hanging by a thin thread, because every so often, I would find myself staring at my wrists with the urge to slit and cut them.

Is it my fault that I am not naturally smart? My good grades come from late and sleepless nights of studying, from effort and not from pure intellect. Additionally, the courses my parents push me to pursue are not in my interests. I love art, creativity, literature, and writing; but they urge me to take courses majorly related to technology, math, and science— subjects I've never really enjoyed.

I envy students who have parents who support them in whatever they want to do. But at the same time, I can only hate myself for not being good enough to support myself.

The blame is completely on me.

[artbyanca]

I'm kind of having an itch to draw with pencil, as in make a finished drawing in graphite; not just a sketch that I'm going to ink and/or paint over. I haven't done any full graphite drawings since high-school and then I was doing them to prepare for the architecture entrance exam. I'm not sure I ever used them to do my personal art. I'm kind of using them the same way I do my fine liners, therefore the sketchy-ness. Not quite sure what I'm doing or what I'm aiming for.