Guess what now??? Woke up late again…the usual story…first woke up at 4 am and then went back to sleep some 15 minutes later to wake at 6.30 am.
The hell got damn late at school.
Gulz called me twice to ask where I was! The second time he called on the behest of Mr. Lalloo!!!
And Lalloo won’t start a physics class without me, knowing that I’m on my way.
Arriving there, essoufflé…I managed to locate the class and now would you believe that the Moderator was already here??? At 8h45 in the morning!!!
Ok now…”Sir, sorry for the lateness but now I gotta meet the moderator!”
Oh god thanks that guy had a big heart.
Rush rush rush to the computer lab. Mr Joe made his way towards me fighting through the crowd of Form V and Upper VI present to tell what I was about to do and how to deal with guy!
But hey that was Mr. CHONG in there!!! The same guy who came when I was in form V.
When my turn came to go for the “interview,” as Mr. Lalloo puts it, I went in, head high and my opponent right in front of me ready for encounter.
One hand gesture and I knew I had to sit and explain myself. He kept his strict character well ahead of him the guy. Was like that 2 year ago too.
He asked me questions about what my software did and how I managed to put so much in it and what I used for the development. He talked in a low tone, I had to push myself towards him to get a hint of what he was saying. Then, after some 5 questions, came the ultimate one.
He asked me about Mr. Mohung for a long time and then some more questions and it was over. Seems like he had read my acknowledgements page before I got in the room.
Joe signaled that everything was alright and his face told me that I kinda made an impression in there.
What was most beautiful to see was the ghost-like face of Marsu!??!?! Haha he was so panicked and stressed, a little more pressure and he’d get himself wet. Serves him right. Making someone like Mr. Mohung do his whole project for him. Bloody cheater. He should thank god everyday for having put so kind-hearted people like Mr. Mohung in this earth. Whatever be the student this guy would do almost anything to help a student out.
Then it was the usual, the guys were doing a chess tournament and I check Haashim’s new mobile options and so on.
Then it was Chattun’s great Maths Class and then 2 frees and then to the dentist for the regular 3 week check ups.
Now what??? Listening to some Tori Amos…and keeping this journal up to date.
First from the school, Mr. Jowaheer asking me to come tomorrow as examiners from M.E.S would be coming and he needs me to be there. They would be sitting with you in front of a PC and asking you questions about how you developed and made your software. And you should explain everything, even your individual modules and terms and programming techniques. They did that with me in 2003 when I was then in SC.
But who would dethrone the genius in my head. I never till today failed an Oral Test, so why this one. We’ll treat them like they should be.
The only problem would be if he asks me to show him everything, as I also my little secrets as any decent programmer.
Next came the calls from my ‘dear’ friends asking me about the practical tasks. They all want my copy, they gone nuts or what??
This is something I can’t do?!?! But how to refuse them ?? And its no way I’m going to make separate copies for each of them!!! I can’t do anything for them.
Getting all the fuss outta me!? The bloody bastards! It’s enough now. I must stop being so chill about them.
They don’t give it a damn so why must I? Anyone???
Anna Nalick – Wreck of the Day - Breathe
2 Am and she calls me cause I'm still awake Can you help me unravel my latest mistake? I don't love him and winter just wasn't my season. Yeah we walk through the doors so accusing their eyes Like they have any right at all to criticize Hypocrites you're all here for the very same reason.
Cause you can't jump the track We're like cars on a cable and life's like an hourglass glued to the table, No one can find the rewind button girl So just cradle your head in your hands. And breathe, just breathe, whoa breathe just breathe
May he turned 21 on the base of Fort Bliss Just today he sat down to the flask in his fist Ain't been sober since maybe October of last year Here in town you can tell he's been down for while But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles Wanna hold him but maybe I'll just sing about it
Cause you can't jump the track We're like cars on a cable And life's like an hourglass glued to the table, No one can find the rewind button boys so cradle your head in your hands And breathe, just breathe, whoa breath just breathe
There's a light at the end of this tunnel you shout cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out And these mistakes you've made You'll just make them again if you'll only try turning' around
2Am and I'm still awake writing this song If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me threaten' the life it belongs to. And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd Cause these words are my diary screaming' out aloud And I know that you'll use them however you want to.
But you can't jump the track We're like cars on a cable And life's like an hourglass glued to the table, No one can find the rewind button now Sing it if you understand...yeah breathe Just breathe, ohho breathe…
After a long 4 years of struggle to computerise the Administration of the college, today my efforts finally became fruitful.
Sleepless nights. Continuous debugging. Crisis with the database and the relationships. And amendments of pseudocodes and algorithm one after the other.
These last 2 years have been painful. And on top of that was Physics, with its infinite number of things to memorise.
But, today we DID it. We submitted the computer project and a huge mountain of stress dissipated with it.
426 pages of documentation and a Mini-CD of the software and user manual.
11h21. Got in that huge room which is the computer lab and let my little baby away from me. Signed the submission papers and here it was, DONE. Frustrations, stress, nothing more.
Just the fear of the markings left. And the hell, we were just a few who returned the coursework! Why didn't the other guys?!?! Making us work like hell for 7 days without any good meals and good sleep just to tell us that the deadline had been extended till the 7th of September.
None of us was really pleased to let a 2 year project go like this...It will be marked and then be put in a storeroom where it will be stored for approximately another 2 years and after that it will eventually go to the desintegration room.
But why the hell don't they return them back!!!
So much effort, so much sacrificed time and everything we put into it, its not just for marks god heck damn it, at least, as far as I am concerned.
So here it was, the end of all things... and 7 years of Computer Studies and Computing. All packed and ready to go to Cambridge.