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Rising from the Ashes

1 April 2020 at 14:19

When hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows, and lie low until the wrath has passed ~ Eric Hoffer

Friday, 27 March 2020

Rays of sunlight flooded my bedroom and danced upon my duvet doing a romantic tango of hope for a brighter day. The pain and panic and confusion of the past few days becoming a nightmare long forgotten with the cheerful singing of birds perched upon the windowsill. The peaceful moment shattered with the deafening blare of a siren and the piercing sound of jail cells slamming shut.

No, it is not the apocalypse, it is something far worse, something dreadful. It is containment. The kind where freedom is just a hair’s breadth away yet completely unattainable. How long would the thin glass hold my fiery passion? Would I tread a worn path in the carpeted flooring or pick all the peeling paint off the walls that enclose me in? How much longer will I be able to stare blankly at the screen they set up in front of me before my mind turned to mush?

Would I survive without access to the lavish life of Starbucks and an ergonomic work space? Does this containment bring with it the gruesome massacre of productivity?

No!

From the ashes of battle rose resilience and ingenuity ready to engage in yet another war. The war against procrastination.

So you think the battle is over and you lay down your gun. You carelessly rise from your cover for you think the battle is done. Now boy hit the dirt, listen to me. For I’m still the one in command ~ Johnny Cash

Well out here on this battleground, the one in command is the one who survives and right now that is me. If you’re trembling in fear and cowering away instead of marching to success, I have good news for you. I have pulled myself out of the dirt and like a phoenix I came back ready to win the war. Take my hand, and let me lead you to the brighter side of this prison:

The best part is, once the war is truly over, and our coffers filled with the fruits of our labor, we can add “SHOWED UP TO WORK DURING THE APOCALYPSE” to our CV!

Until next time…
xoxo
ArchiBarbie
Stay Safe, Stay Home and Wash your hands!
 

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Rising from the Ashes

1 April 2020 at 14:19

When hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows, and lie low until the wrath has passed ~ Eric Hoffer

Friday, 27 March 2020

Rays of sunlight flooded my bedroom and danced upon my duvet doing a romantic tango of hope for a brighter day. The pain and panic and confusion of the past few days becoming a nightmare long forgotten with the cheerful singing of birds perched upon the windowsill. The peaceful moment shattered with the deafening blare of a siren and the piercing sound of jail cells slamming shut.

No, it is not the apocalypse, it is something far worse, something dreadful. It is containment. The kind where freedom is just a hair’s breadth away yet completely unattainable. How long would the thin glass hold my fiery passion? Would I tread a worn path in the carpeted flooring or pick all the peeling paint off the walls that enclose me in? How much longer will I be able to stare blankly at the screen they set up in front of me before my mind turned to mush?

Would I survive without access to the lavish life of Starbucks and an ergonomic work space? Does this containment bring with it the gruesome massacre of productivity?

No!

From the ashes of battle rose resilience and ingenuity ready to engage in yet another war. The war against procrastination.

So you think the battle is over and you lay down your gun. You carelessly rise from your cover for you think the battle is done. Now boy hit the dirt, listen to me. For I’m still the one in command ~ Johnny Cash

Well out here on this battleground, the one in command is the one who survives and right now that is me. If you’re trembling in fear and cowering away instead of marching to success, I have good news for you. I have pulled myself out of the dirt and like a phoenix I came back ready to win the war. Take my hand, and let me lead you to the brighter side of this prison:

The best part is, once the war is truly over, and our coffers filled with the fruits of our labor, we can add “SHOWED UP TO WORK DURING THE APOCALYPSE” to our CV!

Until next time…
xoxo
ArchiBarbie
Stay Safe, Stay Home and Wash your hands!
 

Is This The End?

31 March 2020 at 11:22

An eerie silence blankets the Earth..

Soldiers marching in the distance..

A mother screams in anguish as her toddler is hauled away by men clad in white.

“This is war”.

Monday, 23 March 2020

Night gathers and with it the evil forces creep silently through the shadows, ready to attack their victims.

The girl at the supermarket, as she places her bare hands against the cold door handle… ATTACK!

The man at the gym with his sweaty palms on the barbell just before he lifts…           ATTACK!

The kids on the playground as they share peanut butter and jam sandwiches…            ATTACK!

The evil forces maul their way through the darkness to slay our defenses but our soldiers clad in white surge forward, sacrificing themselves with the hope of saving the unit. A cough echoes in the distance like thunder rumbling closer as the walls shudder and crumble. Another battle lost. Another grave is dug.

***

Back at home, I stand before the television, my tea turned cold as I gnaw at my nails anxiously waiting for President Cyril Ramaphosa to address the nation on the current state of the country.

“We are declaring this a National State of Emergency!”

My cup slips from my fingers and clatters to the floor shattering as the tea soaks the ground beneath my feet. The sound echoing around me. My mind racing as the news becomes a static murmur in the background.

“All residents and workers with the exception of essential workers and those engaged in food production must stay home for a period of 21 days effective from midnight on Thursday 26 March,” the President continues in a weary tone.

I take a deep breath and begin to slowly process the information. 21 days of lock-down in South Africa? No need for panic buying? The government ensured that essential services would remain available to all? So why is there this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach?

A cold shiver runs through me as my world freezes over and darkness envelopes the country. The light overhead blinds me with its burning intensity and as I feel our freedom slipping through my fingers I whisper a pained and defeated:

Is this really the end?

 

xoxo
ArchiBarbie
Stay Safe, Stay Home and Wash your hands!

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Is This The End?

31 March 2020 at 11:22

An eerie silence blankets the Earth..

Soldiers marching in the distance..

A mother screams in anguish as her toddler is hauled away by men clad in white.

“This is war”.

Monday, 23 March 2020

Night gathers and with it the evil forces creep silently through the shadows, ready to attack their victims.

The girl at the supermarket, as she places her bare hands against the cold door handle… ATTACK!

The man at the gym with his sweaty palms on the barbell just before he lifts…           ATTACK!

The kids on the playground as they share peanut butter and jam sandwiches…            ATTACK!

The evil forces maul their way through the darkness to slay our defenses but our soldiers clad in white surge forward, sacrificing themselves with the hope of saving the unit. A cough echoes in the distance like thunder rumbling closer as the walls shudder and crumble. Another battle lost. Another grave is dug.

***

Back at home, I stand before the television, my tea turned cold as I gnaw at my nails anxiously waiting for President Cyril Ramaphosa to address the nation on the current state of the country.

“We are declaring this a National State of Emergency!”

My cup slips from my fingers and clatters to the floor shattering as the tea soaks the ground beneath my feet. The sound echoing around me. My mind racing as the news becomes a static murmur in the background.

“All residents and workers with the exception of essential workers and those engaged in food production must stay home for a period of 21 days effective from midnight on Thursday 26 March,” the President continues in a weary tone.

I take a deep breath and begin to slowly process the information. 21 days of lock-down in South Africa? No need for panic buying? The government ensured that essential services would remain available to all? So why is there this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach?

A cold shiver runs through me as my world freezes over and darkness envelopes the country. The light overhead blinds me with its burning intensity and as I feel our freedom slipping through my fingers I whisper a pained and defeated:

Is this really the end?

 

xoxo
ArchiBarbie
Stay Safe, Stay Home and Wash your hands!

The Game of Robes

8 August 2019 at 15:55

 

Winter came and Winter went…

Here is the story of my Journey North of the Wall..

“Razeenah of House Manack, First of Her Name. The Sunburnt, Queen of the Clumsy, the Tired and the Hungry, Drinker of Coffee, Khaleesi of the Great Library Lawn, Majesty of the Mad, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regent of the Seven Copic Markers, Breaker of Craft Knives,  and Mother of Bumph”

 

At least that’s how I imagined my graduation title would be announced but unfortunately “ain’t nobody got time for that.” Except my inner diva of course. Instead, I just sailed across the stage on my imaginary ship and grinned the same toothy smile I’ve been giving since I was a naughty six-year-old stealing crayons and terrifying my sister. In my mind, all thoughts of grandeur forgotten, I prayed that I did not trip.

 

Thankfully, my clumsiness took the end of the year as a sign to take a vacation and I made it safely across the stage. I was handed the tiny scroll that I fought the tiresome and often gruesome three-year-long war on East Campus to attain.

 

It is my baby dragon and with it in hand, I can conquer the Seven Kingdoms!

 

1095 days later, I survived the bitter winter and have journeyed North of the University Walls. The journey alone has been one for the history books and I could not miss the chance to document it in detail.

 

Naturally, as the Majesty of the Mad, my venture began with some nausea and deep anxiety eating at my gut. “Am I going to make it?” “What happens next?” “What about the friendships and relationships we’ve forged Beyond the Wall?”

 

But like any Khaleesi worth mentioning, I walked through ice and fire with my head held high and came out on the other side unscathed. I landed a dream job at a firm fit for a queen. My advisors and mentors have accepted the mission to help me grow as I forge my sense of individuality and focus on my goals for my fast-paced, death-defying career of choice.

 

The relationships I found Beyond the Wall, have proved their tenacity. They have lasted through the winter and proved their allegiance. Forged with dragon glass, nothing can break these bonds.

 

8 months after the first snows fell, I am still in awe… there is no greater motivation than seeing your own creations come to life. As the pencil lines become bricked buildings, I am constantly reminded of why I chose the career that I did.

Each day my drive to pursue my dreams is stoked by the awe I experience and the flames push me forward. Of course, I cannot win every battle and sometimes I wish to give up my crown and take to my bed instead. Some clashes leave me energy depleted and broken or plagued with anxious terror as I feel the walls cave in around me. Rethinking my decisions.

 

Then as I spot the towering steel beams above me and recognize the structure my pencil had once scribbled as a mere dream formed in front of me, I remember how many battles in the war of life I have won in just a few months. The realization gives me the strength to power on and aim for my iron throne.

 

I have come to take what is mine, “with fire and blood I will take it!

“DRACARYS!”

xoxo
ArchiBarbie

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The Game of Robes

8 August 2019 at 15:55

 

Winter came and Winter went…

Here is the story of my Journey North of the Wall..

“Razeenah of House Manack, First of Her Name. The Sunburnt, Queen of the Clumsy, the Tired and the Hungry, Drinker of Coffee, Khaleesi of the Great Library Lawn, Majesty of the Mad, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regent of the Seven Copic Markers, Breaker of Craft Knives,  and Mother of Bumph”

 

At least that’s how I imagined my graduation title would be announced but unfortunately “ain’t nobody got time for that.” Except my inner diva of course. Instead, I just sailed across the stage on my imaginary ship and grinned the same toothy smile I’ve been giving since I was a naughty six-year-old stealing crayons and terrifying my sister. In my mind, all thoughts of grandeur forgotten, I prayed that I did not trip.

 

Thankfully, my clumsiness took the end of the year as a sign to take a vacation and I made it safely across the stage. I was handed the tiny scroll that I fought the tiresome and often gruesome three-year-long war on East Campus to attain.

 

It is my baby dragon and with it in hand, I can conquer the Seven Kingdoms!

 

1095 days later, I survived the bitter winter and have journeyed North of the University Walls. The journey alone has been one for the history books and I could not miss the chance to document it in detail.

 

Naturally, as the Majesty of the Mad, my venture began with some nausea and deep anxiety eating at my gut. “Am I going to make it?” “What happens next?” “What about the friendships and relationships we’ve forged Beyond the Wall?”

 

But like any Khaleesi worth mentioning, I walked through ice and fire with my head held high and came out on the other side unscathed. I landed a dream job at a firm fit for a queen. My advisors and mentors have accepted the mission to help me grow as I forge my sense of individuality and focus on my goals for my fast-paced, death-defying career of choice.

 

The relationships I found Beyond the Wall, have proved their tenacity. They have lasted through the winter and proved their allegiance. Forged with dragon glass, nothing can break these bonds.

 

8 months after the first snows fell, I am still in awe… there is no greater motivation than seeing your own creations come to life. As the pencil lines become bricked buildings, I am constantly reminded of why I chose the career that I did.

Site Visits
Site Visits
Graduation
Graduation
The Scaffolding goes up..
The Scaffolding goes up..

Each day my drive to pursue my dreams is stoked by the awe I experience and the flames push me forward. Of course, I cannot win every battle and sometimes I wish to give up my crown and take to my bed instead. Some clashes leave me energy depleted and broken or plagued with anxious terror as I feel the walls cave in around me. Rethinking my decisions.

 

Then as I spot the towering steel beams above me and recognize the structure my pencil had once scribbled as a mere dream formed in front of me, I remember how many battles in the war of life I have won in just a few months. The realization gives me the strength to power on and aim for my iron throne.

 

I have come to take what is mine, “with fire and blood I will take it!

“DRACARYS!”

xoxo
ArchiBarbie

Sections and the City II

24 November 2018 at 02:55

“One may regard Architecture as history

arrested in stone.”

– A. L. Rowse

Maphitha Sithole (Maps) is a beautiful black female adamant on changing the world through architecture, fashion and food. She views these as essential life tools which have the ability to influence the level of comfort one feels. ESPECIALLY FOOD!

“I want everyone to eat, sleep and dress comfortably and proud.”

She is a firm believer that architecture has the power to shape a society elaborating that she is very strong in her belief of the “ideal city/ village” and who better to do it than herself?

Maps enjoys architecture for its sacred understanding of space. She has spent an ample amount of time observing places of worship (temples, churches, riverbeds, oceans) and how people utilise and interact in these spaces. She finds that places of worship are the key to humanity as spirituality is the answer to many questions. Hence when presented with a task, she writes and incorporates the concept of spirituality in her designs.

With architecture still being a predominantly white male industry in her eyes it means that a minority is making global decisions that don’t directly affect them. Women are nurturing by nature and she hopes that more female forces from all nationalities will lead to a spiritual revolution.

“Essentially, we need a better representation of the world in architecture especially when women and brown skinned people are the highest population. For the people by the people.”

Knowing that previously women in architecture have been treated differently to their male counterparts Maps has one thing to say: “My skin has hardened”.

 “I personally don’t feel much in regards to belittling and underestimating.”

She feels that this has become the narrative of a lot of brown skinned women and that we cannot simply change people’s mannerisms which have been bored into their minds. However, we can change their mindset towards us because we are powerful and we know it.

History is of utmost importance to her as it teaches us how to innovate and/ or move forward. Structures eventually turn into historical artifacts and therefore it makes sense to understand history in order to write history (draw, in our case).

When asked about her take on decolonising architecture she simply stated:               “There is no such thing as decolonising architecture as it stands. Decolonisation can only occur in university.                                                                                                 Why? That is where we developed our language as architects. Learning about one culture (European) and slightly skimming over other cultures makes us highly undereducated architects. Each culture offers a lot of insight and we keep losing our identity as brown skinned people because we don’t learn more about ourselves.”

“We are important in the history of architecture.”

When it comes to architecture uplifting communities she finds outreach programs cute in comparison to what architecture can really do. Architecture can give a person their basic right (food, water and shelter), just by sustainable/green architecture, storm water systems and enclosure and thats just a start in her books.

She was asked to identify noticeable differences between predominantly black vs predominantly white communities to which she replied: OPPORTUNITY AND PRIVILEGE. “My name alone can exclude me from a room compared to an Ashleigh Hunter. She will gain access to more networks and opportunities.”

“My name is Maphitha, a sacred name in my family, why should that limit me. No, I am powerful for I will succeed.”

“We are one, brown skinned is everyone except white people. Coloureds and Indians are our brothers and sisters. We are in the same boat, watching from different perspectives.”

As a final message she says with a smile…

“Spread love, it’s free and easy. Hate leaves you with a heavy heart.”

Hope you enjoyed this interview.

Stay tuned for the next post, a photoset by the talented photographer Damon Hoskin.

xoxo
ArchiBarbie

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Sections and the City

10 July 2018 at 05:00

“To provide meaningful Architecture

is not to parody history but to articulate it.”

– Daniel Libeskind

South Africa is a country rich in diversity and culture so why does our architecture lack the language of the rainbow nation? Why is it demeaning to certain genders and traditions? The history of our country – our struggles and our achievements – has the potential to give rise to more than just skyscrapers and concrete columns and it now lies in the hands of a youth empowered by selflessness and passion.

Gabriella Rodrigues is a South African who loves everything about our very diverse nation. Hailing from a Portuguese family, she was raised around a very rooted family dynamic. Gabi is an adventure seeker and yearns to find a meaning for the world around her.

“I am inspired by those who have made success stories from tough upbringings. I hope that in the future my day-to-day life is never mundane, and I hope to fulfill my passions of a creative life and merge this with the idea of giving back to those less fortunate.”

Gabi’s Architectural love affair began when buildings made her eyes sparkle and her smile grow even larger. Their beauty and ability to evoke such strong feelings from her at such a tender age were her first hints that she had found her life-long passion. In a male dominated field such as architecture and as opposed to ones expectations, she has not faced too many difficulties when it comes to acceptance and equality and has managed to firmly carve a space for herself. The institution she attends has ensured that female students do not feel inferior to their male counter parts and ensure the females have equal opportunities. They’ve even gone the extra mile to bring in passionate female lecturers in the field to inspire these upcoming young women..

“I remember always being asked when I told people I want to study Architecture that, “isn’t that a male dominated field?”. My response was always maybe, but I don’t see why that must stop me.

However several times she has been told stories of how females on construction sites are always questioned, or times of women seeking to buy building materials and were only taken seriously when their husbands asked. Being the feminist that she is, things like that infuriate her. She is aware that she may face challenges upon entering the workplace as a female Architect, however she has hope for our future generation in that our male counterparts will never feel the need to undermine females in the field.

“I think that our youth already shows positive changing mindsets towards women, these changes I can already see in my own tertiary institution which I think is where the change needs to take place. I know that when I enter the field I will be a woman force to be reckoned with, and I know my knowledge and skills will take me above gender stereotypes.”

When asked about the relevance of South African history towards architecture:
The history of everything and anything is always important. South African history is one of great difficulties and successes. We are still a growing nation with many people who are still affected by our past. Understanding this as an Architect is important to design. I always believe that design ideology that focuses on the people is the most important thing. We must be aware of the different cultural backgrounds of our nation and their historic challenges in order to make positive changes in the built environment. Whether it be an Architecture that looks to include all races and cultures or one that specifically impacts one culture, understanding their upbringing and beliefs is vital if we want to make positive change.
As a South African I believe decolonising Architecture may never happen, or take a very long time. When we look around at our built environment we see influences from all around the world. This is partly due to our very diverse nation but also because I believe South African Architecture doesn’t have its own iconography.
I feel we are still trying to find our feet on what our own stand on Architecture is. I think if there’s one type of Architecture which showcases a decolonized stance it is Mashabane Rose architects.
Their Architecture sings in a South African feel – It is raw, humble and doesn’t try to be anything other than what it is. Their architecture takes simple materials and makes them beautiful, it doesn’t try to be fancy and flashy, it sits peacefully in its surroundings. I think this is an Architecture that doesn’t look to western ideas or imagery.

“I also believe that as a South African our institutions don’t focus on teaching us African Architecture, which is a huge problem and a problem I believe is why our Architecture just looks like things that can be found all over the world and doesn’t take an African stance.”

Architecture provides a place where people communicate, interact, laugh, smile, cry and play out their lives. Although people may not be aware of it, (those not studying Architecture of course) as architects we define the sort of emotions you will feel when you enter a space. Or this is something I believe architects should try to achieve. If we don’t design spaces that make ordinary people feel something, I think we aren’t successful. Being surrounded by a beautiful space can uplift anyone. I think once all architects decide to take into account that people are what makes our buildings come alive, and design with this in mind, only then will ALL Architecture start to uplift communities.
When asked about gentrification and its drawbacks:
When I read this question I actually had to google what gentrification meant. Once figuring it out I think this definition summarized it, ‘when people with money start fixing up poor neighborhoods’. The nice way of putting it is this, ‘the process of renovating or improving a house or district so that it conforms to middle class taste’. Although this may seem positive, in many cases it is not. These renovations are so extreme that those who lived there before have to move out because they cannot afford the new changes. This I believe is the biggest drawback.
I have always believed that once you overlook certain situations or people your Architecture is not successful. I don’t think those who ‘hope to improve’ certain districts have the less fortunate in their minds. This then becomes a type of architecture which discriminates against our poorer communities. I think so many of today’s architects get lost in the idea of flashy architecture that they forget humble Architecture can be beautiful too. I wouldn’t think of gentrification with rich people in my mind, I would take a limited budget and master the use of cheaper material in a beautiful way as to uplift the people’s lives who can not afford to live in flashy apartments and house blocks. Sometimes as an Architect you have to understand that

“it’s not always about the Architecture that makes it into magazine covers, sometimes it’s about being humble and making a positive change to those less fortunate.”

I believe that architects who take simple materials and limited budgets to make beautiful spaces at an affordable price will be successful. It’s about making people’s lives better, so if gentrification only aims to make rich improvements it will fail.
When asked to comment on predominantly white neighbourhoods vs neighbourhoods of colour:
I was very fortunate to be raised to never see colour. I have always looked at different races with something to learn. I honestly love learning about how our different communities live and what their beliefs are. I think something I have learnt most about black communities is that they have a deep respect for their history, land, families and ancestors. I think this is something a lot of white communities lack. We are not half as rooted in our backgrounds and histories as black communities are.
Something I admire about Indian communities is how rooted they are in their religious beliefs. They are deeply concerned about morals and a higher power, which in turn makes them better people. For some reason when I thought about how I would answer for the coloured communities I laughed in my head. When I think of coloured people I always smile or laugh because they are some of the happiest people I have ever met. The coloured people I have been around in my life have never failed to make any moment dull. They are full of life and always have the most welcoming families. I think to break down any racial barrier in Architecture you have to fully immerse yourself in understanding each race and culture. We are all unique in our own way and once you understand this as an Architect you can fully apply yourself to create spaces that do not discriminate.

“My final message to architects is this. Please don’t get lost in trying to be the next Mies, Le Corbusier or Frank Lloyd Wright. Be yourself. Don’t get lost in designing forms that only architects can understand. Be an architect who designs so that ordinary people can relate to it too. Be South African in your design approach. We need to take a stand in our own way of life and not only the western way of life.”

Hope you enjoyed this interview.

Stay tuned for the next post, I will be interviewing the passionate and empowered Mapitha Sithole.

xoxo
ArchiBarbie

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Under construction

23 November 2017 at 15:32

Uhm… she’s too loud

*coughs* obnoxious

Does she ever speak like a lady???

Wait, rewind… She’s a seasoned pro around here but you, you’re new. So before you go sticking your foot in it, let me give you a tour of her world… That jungle there? beyond all that yellow tape? Yeah, that’s her playground.

Look down towards the south of the site at the builders with their lunch bags and yellow vests, those are the new kids on the block. They interchange on a regular basis, generally keeping to themselves and always victims of bullying. Sometimes suffering severe injuries when their friends up top go for a smoke break and an I-Beam comes crashing down. Oops.

Now see those supervisors who prance around with their hard hats and fancy clipboards? Those are the bullies who often kick around the builders not realising that without them, the show can’t go on. My personal suggestion is to stay out of their way and just do as they say. Unless you fancy a wedgie…

Keep up now…

There’s that group of consultants huddled under the gazebo studying the floor plans. Nerds. They’ll source material from the far corners of the earth if they need to. They’re the guys who “know a guy”… But even with their superior knowledge and poker faces, they still lose in tetris against the architect.

Now the engineers, front and centre with hands on their hips, THEY are the mean girls. They float around this place like they run the show. They’ll pick out every design flaw and nothing ever works in their mind. When it comes to telling you that nothing is right, they have a PhD. But don’t let them confuse you, the real prom queen here is the Architect.

There she stands atop her throne, raising her voice above the commotion, demanding attention from her lowly subjects. She is the queen of this site. Nothing happens without her command, after all, her position on the throne gives her the perfect angle to oversee the success of HER project. HER dream.

Since most sites are dominated by a majority male population, she has no choice but to raise her voice and speak with the egoism of a man in order to be taken seriously. But don’t get her wrong, raising her voice doesn’t mean she’s lowering her standards, she’s often the one raising the roof and carrying around weapons of mass construction.

So if you still think she’s too loud, too obnoxious and definitely not feminine then remember, she’s Royalty around here…

Not to mention, no one asked you.

This is a construction site and if you can not handle the din, keep away from the yellow tape.

xoxo
ArchiBarbie

 

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The Upgrade..

23 August 2017 at 14:47

 

Life recommends upgrading to Rozy 2.0

Upgrading to Rozy 2.0 is free for a limited time only.

Click: Upgrade Now

 

 

It was Saturday August 16th 1997, at around this time my beautiful mother started getting contractions. She was about to bring a little girl into this world, little did she know that her little princess would be a rebel in disguise.

Now raising me must have been hell for my parents, especially with my tendencies to throw tantrums, smash things in my fits of anger and initiate silent treatment with anyone who dared to disregard my wishes. Let’s not forget the sporadic “I hate you!”. However, the older I’ve grown, the more timid I’ve become… at least that’s what my old friends would say, the new ones call me the “Aggressive Midget” or the “Purple Minion” but they really haven’t seen the worst of me yet.

Raised in a family like mine, birthdays generally don’t get celebrated but as far back as I can remember I have always conned my grandparents into treating me to a dinner at my restaurant of choice and since I’m my grandfather’s favourite (this is not up for debate) I ALWAYS get my way. In these past two years however, my birthdays have been spectacular! Shout out to my super-duper friends who made time to spoil me despite our busy student schedules. Thank you for helping me celebrate the 2.0 upgrade in all its glory.

What’s new on this App?

  • For starters, all the aunties remind you that you’re ageing and need to get fixed before you “expire”.
  • Another aunty tries to hook you up with her great grand-nephew who is supposedly studying medicine in China and is a “very good boy”.
  • Your parents keep reminding you that you’re going to graduate soon and your first cheque belongs to them.
  • Your younger siblings think you can bail them out from your parents wrath because “you’re an adult”.
  • You still have to ask for permission when you need to pee.
  • “Mum I’m allowed to drink coke on a weekday because I am an ADULT and I make ADULT decisions”.

As an Architecture student who has just realised that it is time to adult I have to ask… Please can I downgrade? This is not what adulthood looked like in the brochure! I have already been handed 4 assignments and a concussion to go with it and how do I deal with all the pressure and stress?

Oh, that’s right…

A giant mug of tea,

And a new blog post!

Until next time…
xoxo
ArchiBarbie

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Fell for It!

4 August 2017 at 15:57

WHOOPS!!!!

Well… That was embarrassing..

 

A lot of people have fairy-tale endings and stories of how they fell in love, Well here’s my story…

It was the first week of campus and my friends and I had just made The Great Trek from West campus to East campus. It had been a drawn out morning of staring confusedly at the maths lecturer followed by nap time which was strategically labelled “CONSTRUCTION” on my time-table. Wednesday, the worst day of the week!

Now Wednesday normally means “Breakfast at Olives & Plates Day” but unfortunately it was the middle of the month and due to the measly student budget we all seem to live off, we were all beyond broke. So we sullenly made our way back to our first year studio, hungry and tired despite the one hour nap.

We had just crossed the road and began our ascension of the stairs when my life flashed before my eyes. I felt the ground shift and before I knew it my face became part of the concrete. Yup, you guessed it! I had fallen on the stairs. A friend of mine thought it was hysterical and posted it on the class group chat of 102 participants… Thanks for adding to my embarrassment bud!

Moral of the story? Don’t text and walk, always tie your shoe laces and stay hydrated kids.

Oh, you thought this was a love story?

Sorry darling, Barbie doesn’t fall in love…

She falls up the stairs!

 

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ArchiBarbie

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Life in the Doll House

8 July 2017 at 15:20

ROSE?!?!?

I didn’t do it!

It wasn’t me!

Why don’t you believe me!!!!

Growing up in a house full of girls can be difficult but when you’re the second born it’s even worse. The attention is ALWAYS on you, for all the wrong reasons obviously. You’re always the one doing something wrong or getting caught in the act of persuading your minions to do your dirty work. However, it does have its perks.

 

From having a loving older sister accompany you through every new venture- to block out the whisperings of anxiety- to having younger sisters to pull pranks on, life in the doll house isn’t all that bad. The struggle comes in when you’re fighting for your parent’s attention. And trust me, I tend to look like the devil standing next to my syrupy sisters and it’s even more difficult when I expect the world to revolve around me. Mum tries her hardest to spread her attention like butter but sometimes it spreads too thin in the corners. Getting dads attention was easy: learn sport, talk cars and break things.

The older I grew, the more time I focused on sport and practical projects. From cricket to soccer, art to design, being a creative individual, my parents soon realized that I stood out drastically from my over-achieving, academically-inclined sisters. I was then encouraged to follow my creativity and so began my journey into the wonderful world of art, design and later architecture.

And so began the rise of the ArchiBarbie…

Now I sit back and plan world domination,

Because, of course the world MUST revolve around me!

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ArchiBarbie

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Architecturally Blonde…

15 February 2016 at 13:37

Oh. My. God. It’s capital Barbie!

Coffee in hand.

Bag dangling from her arm.

Hair blowing in the wind…

She’s. Just. Fabulous!

Fast forward 2 months and she’s wearing slacks, hasn’t brushed her hair and the only bag she’s carrying is the Gucci under her eyes. Yup, she’s an architecture student. She spends her nights sipping Red Bull like it’s water and her days are filled with water-coloured daydreams and when people tell her that architecture is for the male species she simply reminds them with a wink and smile that Barbie has all the careers and Ken is merely an accessory.

Being a Barbie and studying architecture isn’t the easiest thing to do when your class is full of guys who think you’re too blonde to cut wood or drill a hole. But darlings, despite all your efforts you’ll never be as fabulous as her when she uses the bandsaw. She aint studying real-estate but she’ll put you in your place!

Architecture is a life occupied with busy days, sleepless nights, long lectures and ambiguous assignments but step-aside stress, there’s a new Barbie in town.

I am the ArchiBarbie and this is my journey through the design world where anything is possible with sparkle and a little pink.

xoxo
ArchiBarbie

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