801号房. . .内心深处的心声

I miss playing golf . . . I have not touched golf from April this year till now . . . Nope, wait, yes I played only 3 times between September and October. I really miss having some fun in golf. I’m not a good player. I’m just a starter. Not a very keen golfer either. Just a social golfer that gets to have some time with friends that’s all. Well, let’s put it aside first. Get my academic qualifications first then golf.

Oh no! Not another writing! Please let me off! Please, any kind soul out there, please get Joey to write that bloody Proposal for me.

Submission is next Wednesday, so that supervisor could be assigned to us.

Bought this book finally. Have wanted to get this book since June this year, and now finally got it today!

Dagmar Richiter, have to write an essay on her. X, Y, Z. Kill me please! I hate writing essays. Not even 1000 words! It kills too much of my brain juice. I hate it! I remembered we scuffled ourselves with that bloody 3000 words essay. Damn it! Damn the bloody comments that he had gave! You can’t believe how much the class was totally pissed with the way PR and A graded us. And the CP gang too grieve on that too man!

Kill me please, K! Let me die a painless death! Let Joey die in a pretty way, let Christine die, but not at my place please! Oh please, K, grant us our wish!

It’s 2:45am on Monday morning. December 4^th. Everyone’s tucking into their nest and very probable meeting their love ones in their dreams or dream of something lovely.

Well and me? Still working, editing my scheme, for the bloody re-assessment taking place in about 15 hours time.

Christine’s up on the other side working furiously away. Joey, she’s down with fever, sore throat and still working away, battling the damn 3D. As for that one, huh, must I mention it? She’s most likely tuck away nicely in her nice comfy and cosy bed dreaming away.

Honestly speaking, 3 of us knew what she would show in 15 hours time. We all worked hard, bearing in mind what Peter had said 48 hours ago. Let us earn the respect a post graduate should receive. Show us what you are capable of doing. Show us the best part of your presentation.

  These words of advice haunted me throughout the night. I can do it! I keep on telling myself. If Peter can sacrifice sleeping hours during his stint at AA, why can’t I? I can do it! And I must do it! I do it for my parents, I do it for my J, my C and my Y. I know you gals have been messaging me throughout the weekend and Monday morning to keep me going. And Joey, Christine, your fighting spirit kept me going.

Red bull, Pockey and it must be chocolate flavour. My Chiva with tonic water. Halls sugar free( gosh I can’t believe I finished 1 box that night and I opened the second box!) My Earl Grey, my Lush 995, my Class95 and my TV. Thank you, lads for accompanying me.

J, thank you, darling. Thank you, I know without your insistence and persistence to send me off to bed, I wouldn’t have survive till the D-hour that day. Thank you for booking a room for me to rest while you went out for a 2hour shopping trip. C, thanks for your call and message, it’s so heart-warming. Y, thank you for your sweet text messages and your nice warm tea and breakfast. Though, I never ate it. I finished the tea though. Thanks Mum for your soup! Thanks Dad for driving me to the university. Thanks Sis, for your ice-cream!

Clock’s ticking away, and I’m all stone and tired! I can’t collapse! I must hang on! Utmost and Foremost! Charge into Victory! These are the mottos and slogans that kept ringing through me. These are the mottos and slogans during my NS days! Where we all suffer as one and enjoy as one.

I told myself, Joey, Christine and I should carry on the fight till the last blood drawn. We must prevail!

The time then was 3pm and an hour away till D-Hour. . .

Clock’s ticking away . . . . Last man standing wins the battle later!

Yes, it’s finally over! Postgraduate Diploma Assessment took the toll out of my studio lot.

Getting ready . . . Butterflies in my tummy

Most of us are down with fever, flu, cough, you name it, and we got it. I’m not joking! Though it’s a small studio, but I’m telling you that we have countless sleepless night! Week after week of scheme editing, concept planning, story telling, etc. Peter, our studio tutor, work hard with us, we spent most of our time in his office, roughing out our weekends with him. It was quite a dramatic month for the 3 of us. The fourth one, I’m not too eager to say anything about her.

Fool around first before our turn on last Friday . . .Did you smell something?

Everyone’s on the verge of giving up hope on her. I’m starting to wonder does she have any language problem. She doesn’t seem to understand a single word tutors mentioned and what are we trying to put across to her. She just seems to stop talking about office space. To be frank with you, we found nothing in her project. I mean come on, this is a Masters studies. We are not keen to look at how common her office design is! We are not keen on that! We in fact want to hear her story! In reality, little one, come on, she basically shut out all our comments! This really makes all of us wonder what the hell is wrong with her! Her site contextual understanding is really bad! She doesn’t even bother to discover what the phenomenon of her site is! She only cares about how nice her office looks in the end!

Christine and I listening . . .Supporting Joey

In fact we were all thoroughly shock on her slides! She has been showing the same old slides over and over again! From Stage 2 Formative till Stage 2 Summartive! Oh good lord! What on earth is happening! She doesn’t seem to understand the need to present hard-copy for assessment presentation! We strongly believe that in her country the Design Education system sucks! The standard wasn’t really there! In-fact, we realise that in Indonesia it’s even better there! We realised that not only our cohort is facing the same problem with an individual, our counterpart from the CP side too encounter the same with just one chap!

Serious with an exclamation mark and a period! Peter gave all of us another four days to present our scheme again after last Friday. What happened last Friday was that Peter and the rest of the assessors found that 3 of us had fantastic research however the lacking part of our presentation was the essential drawings. As for that little one, she was like you know have to present everything.

Big Sis, at her usual cheerful self, but inside her, she’s nervous

Peter listening to what Joey has to say. He’s our Angel on these 2 occasions! You got to see for yourself how annoyed Peter was. You see, we did all we could to send her text messages to tell her to join us for tutorial sessions with Peter. Well, as usual she did not answer any of our text messages.

Imagine how short the period of time was! In fact 3 of us came out with a scheme, finalise our story and concept within a record-breaking time of 2 weeks!

Stone and tired . . . f I’m did not mistaken the time line. The rest of the time was spent on trying to make our scheme work and design finalised. True enough, 3 of us got stuck on the storyboard collage. Peter helped us by showing us examples from GA collections. He kept our fighting spirit and morale up by telling us stories from his AA days. We were amused to learn that he only met his lecturer once a week for just 10 to 15 minutes! And his lecturer came all the way down from Paris just to conduct his class. He is none other then, Koolhaas’s associates at OMA. And we learn that Zaha Hadid was the only female in AA that could smoke within the AA campus! And we heard stories of how Peter made it through his days in AA. Cool!

Peter and the rest of the assessors’ objectives were meant for our own benefit. As Peter had mentioned, you have 4 more days to work your scheme, leave whatever you have done alone, and just do what I tell you to. And after these 4 days, come out with something that is better, I want to see improvement. At first, our morale was at a low. We sat down at the academy’s café and no one was in the mood of eating. We have not slept much for the past few days. Occasionally, rest our eyes for an hour or two before continue with our scheme. What pissed me off most is that the little have the cheek to mention that she’s stress and have not slept! Darn! She didn’t do anything as far as we are concerned! She didn’t even bother and care! She just basically when it comes to studio tutorial or lecture, she would just sit down there or stand behind you and watch what you are doing! To be honest and frank with you, we are getting annoyed! It’s like we are been leeched! Yeah, Emilee’s right, it aren’t feel good being leeched.

Right after I sat down in the café, my mobile rang off. Peter asked me a question and instantly I knew there is trouble. And he wants to talk to her in private. The small one just walked away and spoke on the phone. Joey, Christine and I just stare at each other and we all knew what’s going to take place in a short while. True enough, our prediction was true. We all need to re-sit for the assessment again.

My turn to present my scheme
Shell shocked and dumb-folded, Joey was the first one to break contact. She noticed Peter was staring at me all the time. Christine noticed that too. I didn’t sense it. I was too stone to notice anything. However, right in our heart we all knew the reason why. And why we are sort of the “accompanying art piece” for the small one in the re-assessment stage.

All in serious mode now!

Christine almost lost her mind right after that! She was on the verge of breaking up. May Day! May Day! This is Studio 505; May Day . . . May Day . . . We need medical assistance to our pilot Christine. She’s experience a moment of depression with a high suicide drive!! Control, this is the co-pilot speaking, request for her husband to treat her! Don’t let her die at my place or Joey’s place. Actually I don’t mind. Opps. . . Hehehe . . .

And the small one she has the cheek to ask for a longer period of extension for final assessment. And guess what worst still! On Monday, she came back with the same slide! Oh good lord! What on earth is she trying to do! Try to be funny huh?!

Well, anyway, we were all pleased, as Peter did mentioned that we showed improvement on the other hand he felt sad as we had left out the juice of our design scheme. He mentioned that our concept’s great, scheme’s great, but we drained off our juice. Sad!

Well, who cares! It’s over! It’s over! OVER!

Final semester, here I’ am!