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i dragged myself out of bed.
surely that wasn't a vacation... that was a break. indeed a break. it's only good for 'breaking' your routine, making it harder to get back to normal. coz a vacation... for me, it means getting away. literally. i need to get away. not necessarily fly, but just go far... to a new place i somehow find familiar....

i walked into class and began to wrap my mind about how to finance projects. why do they always save the hard stuff for the end of the semester when you're not-so-hyped about gettin' your study awn?

the guy who looks like colin farell lingered as everyone was leaving and asked me if i knew a dj. he said he'd seen someone on my myspace.. i told him beh me? shoooor i know a dj! hhehe naw... i just told him that yes i know chris, who is my coworker. he's a dj and got to open for paul oakenfeld recently (famous dj (whose name i probably wrote incorrectly)). i invited colinlookalike to join me to the computer lab downstairs to meet him. i introduced them and left them to chit chat about night clubs and music and such, and i secretly wished i'd been more night-clubby of a person. i'm up for it, just not for the slurry drunkies.
chris' music is really good. it's house/techno, but not at all disturbing. listen to Deep Lake. (he took down my favourite one =( ) he himself is very talented, and passionate about what he does. he's got a good heart, but like his housemates (and my former coworkers who you've already read about, my faithful readers), he's is not a christian. but, unlike kevin and chris #1, he's not up for talking about it much. i've tried to break through several times and ended up looking like a persistent fool.
he used to be a christian, and now he's not. chris #1's father is a pastor. kevin's mother is a pastor..ess? ess.
i dunno why or how. but they're all good guys. please mention them to God for me, and for an opportunity... and for wisdom for me so i don't mess it up =S

after classmate left, chris told me to go look into the neighbouring lab.
now, we work in "The lab" but the room next door is exactly the same, but is reserved for classes that require the use of computers. it's mostly locked up and is rarely used.
we very recently installed brand new computers and screens in our lab and half of the lab #2. ie about 40 in ours and 20 in the other one. they look a lot cooler and i kinda feel more cool in the process =P
but anyway, i walk over to lab 2 and peer in through the glass in the door. um. ok.

half the room is empty tables. the other half is old computers. and.. uh... the teacher's desk is pc-less too. and uh... where'd the ~$2000 projector go?
in the corner, one of the windows, no wider than palm width, is broken from halfway and down.

...robbed.
happy thankstaking.

all our new pcs gone. all the locks cut through and all the cables pulled out. not a sign of foul play otherwise.
the towers, the keyboards the screens.. all gone. only last week i'd walked around all of them putting the "tech fee @ work" sticker on each. the room was clean. empty. clean. un. be. lievable.
it was the talk of the offices and the talk among us lab techs. a cop came around and we kept peeking in in disbelief. whoever it was, it was planned. we walked in and looked around in awe. we know how long it takes just to do certain things with these computers, and the time it must have taken to clear out all this stuff, passing it off through that appropriately sized broken window... woof.. must have been all night.
i'd never felt so uneasy at work before. ...coz i'm convinced that someone was on the inside. and nothing's broken inside. and only certain ppl have the keys. including lab techs. but duytrac and i both put our keys in the Locked cupboard and then closed the Locked lab door. and we walked out together to our cars. we were two of about maybe the 10 ppl total who were in the bldg last wednesday. there were no classes so the bldg was absolutely deserted. except for 3 weirdos who came to use our computers briefly. so i know who was there last. and it's hard not to have a judging eye...
[hehe.. i'd freaked out for a while when we couldn't find a set of the lab keys. coz i KNEW we locked them up. i later found out my boss had borrowed them this morning and just kept them with him.]

mondays really are cursed.
both our recording systems crashed. so duytrac and i were dashing to and fro trying to make something work. we finally had to resort to our backup portable cam for which we had to arrange a portable tv and video player and tripod and cables and this and that and set it all up. after that session we'd have to rush the cam over to another group in another room.
who never showed up.

it was 7:10 when i realized that i could be on my [long] way home. i'd burned another copy of josh groban's awake (coz i gave mum my first one) and put it on loud. i sang with him, even though he sings much better than i do. he can hit notes lower than i can and hold his breath out longer too. i wished for the days of voice training
ma moo mee mo mey.
("i love you soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!-oh ah 0h Oh 0h oh .h ......h" for when we got older =P)
ah, good ol' choir.

pulling into the driveway i saw that mum had put up cmas decorations, but hadn't lit up the lights. i toooooold her we needed an extention coooord.
i walked in and she popped out of the kitchen with my dinner on a plate she presented to me before i'd even put down my bag. i couldn't help but laugh at her mocking smile.
i lay on my red couch with my head in her lap and we watched "ghanoujit bayya" with teta. it's horribly retarded, and they can't find more than 3 background music melodies to play (same melody 3 different instruments. basically.) but i only watch this soap opera coz teta insists on not missing an episode and because i can hear those lebanese words we don't use at home. i've forgotten a lot of it. i cracked up when i heard the word "insha2". ah, good ol' leb.

i beg mummy not to make me go to school on tuesdays and thursdays. i hate it. and i hate my major classes more and more. it's sad and i complain. but i think i'm just jealous of my friends who changed their majors from international business to photography. or who are just doing photography without going to school. or who actually love what they're doing.
how many times did they tell me to change to art. ... it was too late. and now it's too later.
i've learnt to zip my lips and just do it.
i'll wait on God to see what's up.

goodnight. sleep well habibi.