Eh.Ma.Gawh. So cute!! (And what hollow flooring that house has.)
Lucky loved to do this when he was a puppy. He didn't chase mops, but the gardening hose. He ran up and down the length, trailing it with his jaw and clawing at it whenever it'd 'slither' to the side.
I'm taking a breather from MUMI. And replying to my Mum's message in FaceBook. Yes, my mum's on FaceBook. With her kaki of 30-odd friends (10 at the moment, but I'm sure there's going to be more) She asked me if she's getting 'IN' - 'IN' being 'in the trendy crowd of netizens'.
I'm not sure, Mum. Add more applications and we'll see.
Meanwhile, school hasn't let up a single bit. Trust them to load on more assignments before the holidays start. The holidays are a week away, yet the assignments are just coming in.
Am I stressed? Maybe.
Too many things are moving at the same time. Literally. The date of the move has gyrated back from 'We're-moving-next-month' to being moved back... 2 weeks from now!
FRAG!!
That sits very nicely on the day I'm heading off to a BBQ. It also sits nicely in a very stressful period of time where I'm using the holidays to save my REMT assignment from sure doom. I know I should've moved on it earlier, but when you pull in external talent that are as busy as you are, things get really... tricky.
MUMI is now the next assignment on the chopping board. I'm running through it tonight, and am finishing it tonight. Given that Saturday's POD meeting was cancelled, I now have the time to sleep late and wake late. I'm definitely taking up the extra time, for the sake of future assignments.
No, they're not 'future' assignments. They're already here.
DamMIT. (So THIS is why the school changed its name, eh? :P )
WebP: Assignment 2 sounds like a crackup job of making free website designs for the lecturer's friends. She double-confirmed this by telling us that the brief was based on real people. And one of them already had a website that she herself created for him.
MORG: Thank goodness for the extension! Now I need to work out how I'm going to work on it.
Arranging: Part 2's out. Oh nonononono.
REMT3: As above, I'm still trying to grasp whatever time possible. Another 'thank goodness' is needed here: I only need drums, vocals, and LOTS of guitar. Andre and I will be slaving away in the studios during the holidays.
POD: Last and not least, and my biggest worry. If the confirmations had come in earlier, the headstart would've given me more time to make some more fancy demos and actually think out how I'm getting this whole affair filmed and edited. Now I'm working through a note draft, and... the camp's on 2nd June.
But is that a manageable load?
With the rush from home to pack up and leave, the last thing I want is to see my work packed in a box and lost for all three weeks. It has happened - that was how I went on staying here in YCK with only 3 pairs of shoes - 1 pair of sandals and 2 pairs of sport shoes.
Now what have I to look forward to?
Mum's authoritative hand descends from where Heaven ought to be and declares that I gun for Berklee, and nowhere else.
An incident occured during the night's diploma plus session today. And it still is a bit sour, because I'm not the only one who doesn't feel angered about it.
During the class, a voice spoke up from behind - and the voice sounded very irritated. The comment itself was enough of a hint.
"I didn't get what you said."
Faizal was ready to tackle that - he does teach on a rather fast pace, and was ready to slow down if need be.
The following comment was the one that caught us all.
"The class was too noisy."
The commentator was a man that was in his 50s, it seemed. His face was new - I haven't seen him before -, simple and his eyes were small, and the only thing I noted was the silver and white hairs that made the majority of his head. He sat right at the back of the class, arms folded and a knee propped against the edge of the table. A business case was next to his knee.
The whole class fell silent. Given the comment, this reaction should've appeased him.
But it didn't.
"There's a student talking in that class, and I find it very annoying."
The aforementioned student shall not be named, out of respect and goodwill. He's a friend with Tourette's, and his ticks were definitely something that affected him, but he did try his best to tone them down and stop them before they went on too far.
Faizal explained.
"I don't believe it."
"Well, sir, it is - "
"This class is useless. He's talking in class. If he's so smart, he should be standing up there and teaching instead of you."
"It's his disability. He wasn't talking."
"I can't accept it."
He finished by crossing his arms that he was gesturing, and looked between the student and Faizal.
I was outraged. The whole class was silent, but I think more than one person would've had the same reaction as me.
If he accuses that the student was disrupting the class, that old fogey is doing a better job at disrupting the class. We all were uneasily silent, aforementioned student included, for the next 5 minutes.
Faizal thought for a bit, then replied that if he thought the class was interrupted and he didn't learn anything, he could arrange a meeting to cover the lesson and queries he had.
The man had none of it, but didn't give a reply. Faizal picked things up and continued on with the class.
I couldn't help but watch the insensitive man's reactions. He sat there, stone-faced and stubborn, for the next 5 minutes. He didn't follow the lesson. He just sat there.
Later, while we were trying out the practical, Faizal stood next to the man and talked to him. Faizal smiled and took things in his stride, but the man still looked cold and didn't relent. But, at least, he kept his voice between the two of them.
I was as good as ready to get up from my chair and tell him off. Sure, his vocal ticks may have been irritating, but what was more irritating was stopping the class for a good 5 minutes with his insensitivity. He was an insensitive arsehole, not giving leeway because of a disability that couldn't be helped, AND, irony of irony, going against his own word.
I'm not happy that I kept silent, but I thought it was for the best. I didn't want to stoop down to that man's level. It would've nulled the 'fight' I'd have picked with him.
But, I didn't keep my peace entirely. When Faizal said that he was getting back to the lesson, the class adjusted itself back into learning mode.
I sneaked in an 'arsehole', clear enough for that man to hear, I bet.
The assignment crash is coming - and it's not just the trio of assignments that I have to hand up by the end of next week.
The first thing that really messed up was POD. Horror of horrors, they told me that the chances of the music camp in June was high, and there. I told the lecturers the same - die-die, there'd be a music camp.
I was just told that the answer had changed - now there's a high chance that the camp won't happen.
Now I don't think I'll be able to stomach the lambasting and shelling the lecturers will give me. I'm going to have to provide that solution soon - either to continue and try alternate parties with the company, or work on my second idea first. It's going to set me back quite a bit, and that means that I must get started now. I hope the meeting this weekend will prove useful, or else I'm in for a lot of trouble.
Then there are the assignments, and I never knew that MORG would be such an intensive assignment! I thought it was just 3 real-world objects, but I didn't expect one to really provide the proof that you had the real-world items, get the lecturer to approve, and then set it in. Honestly, we haven't gone that far yet - hence we have one more onsite lesson - but still... it's going to be an awful lot to do.
Then there are the other assignments. Next week, WebP (which is done) would be due, along with MUMI. But I also want to complete Arranging too so I can concentrate on MORG after that...
I really need to organize my time! Thank goodness for the long weekend - it's time to catch up, and make tracks.
Isn't this healing music? I mean just the Titanic overture at the first bit of the video, not the Norwegian song at the second half (you can fast-forward that bit) and you'll find that the last part of this video finishes Sissel's contribution to the Titanic soundtrack.
I never knew I'd be one of the unlucky ones to catch the flu too.
When the stuffy nose caught up and the sore throat became worse, I decided to visit the doctor after class. Kevin was sweet, and decided to accompany me.
Good thing he did too - the doctor had, during the check-up, patted my thigh and held my hand, just as Kevin slipped out of the consultation room to take a call.
(Mum knew who the doctor was, so things are OK. Thankfully. Or else I'd order a headhunt against him.)
And when I got home, I was almost ready to charge back into work when Kevin reminded me my own words before I left the hospital - that I would rest when I get home.
Blargh, and I wanted to get some work done. But, I did agree that getting well quickly should be the priority, and then I'd be in good shape to get back to work.
I took my honey and medicine, and the stuffy nose no longer feels so stuffy. Hopefully, I can get better by tomorrow! (I hope.)
The calender reads that, this Friday, it's POD presentation.
The next Friday, the GEMs assignment is due. The group hasn't started yet.
The week after that, on Tuesday, Web Publishing is due on its onsite. Thursday is the 3D Modelling onsite. Friday, Arranging AND Music for Moving Images are due.
The week after that, 3D Modelling assignment's due. I don't have 3dsmax yet. Still. My supposed source, Andre, is neck-high in worry as he still hasn't got Dreamweaver for his Web Publishing assignment.
Those who worry for their studies are stressed. Everyone's asking me, 'Which assignments have you finished?'
None.
I used to say, 'Oh, this one and that one,' and enjoy seeing their frightened faces.
Now I'm wearing the frightened face when Mum asks by the glance, 'Have you finished your homework yet?'
I'm stressed. Time is not on my side - I know I'm starting to have regrets on not starting earlier for some. Thank God REMT is only due next month, but the other assignments are due this month. POD will launch itself the minute the presentation's done. I'm concerned now that I won't be able to juggle all these at the same time.
I'm stressed - and I guess I'm mostly to blame for this. Procrastination is one thing. Having little time to do 7 assignments at one go is another. Weeks fly by too quickly.
I guess this was where Edwin was right - the DMAT curriculum is messed up. The GEM girls that invited me to sit with them when I was alone pitied me, and they sympathized - they're Design students, fully familiar with sleepless nights and harrowing deadlines like mine.
A final stroke of the troubling situation is that, with all this stress, I'm starting to go haywire with the assignments. I'm jumping between REMT transcribing, WebP, Arranging... I really don't feel like I'm moving anywhere fast by this method. But I worry that if I focus on one alone at a time, the others would lag behind without progress I could've made while working on that sole assignment.
I think my marks are going to suffer this semester. That'll suck.
All right, back to Web P. I think I can finish it by tonight. YAY!
I hate them now. They all are PMS-y, and so am I now. Forgive my immaturity, but these are the times I wish I was an only child and they never existed. Ever.
Where's Mum where I need her? Why do I have to put up with these whiners? They really want to glue their eyes on me and watch my every move, to see where I go and what I do. What do they think I'm doing? Taking drugs behind their backs?
Honestly, I want to be independent. As soon as I can. I really, really, really, really want to get away from them and live life with my own family. They may laugh, but I feel that they're better off laughing together than laughing with me. I don't connect well with them - once they nag, at least.
Maybe because I'm under high stress. Mum's still in hospital, and we've still no idea why she passed out on the wheel. One wants to take over as Almighty Authority. The other... can't stand bad vibes. I don't blame her - I don't like them either. Especially when Almighty Authority is giving them off by her incessant nagging. I have my assignments. I did them in the day - yes, they don't believe me. They'll never trust me, I guess. And I want to relax. I want to rest.
They won't let me.
So now I'm in no mood to sleep. He told me earlier that I was about 3/4 asleep. Now I'm nearly dropping dead, but no way am I sleeping with them tonight.
Time to call in my doggie bolster and sleep downstairs.
