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All I can ever think of now. Is that there's salvation in the end.

Yes, the past two months, I've been working, pushing myself over my limits and forgetting about that I am a human. I do that I know that after this month, everything'd be ok. That a result would come out of all these.

I was told today that it'll last for 2 more months.

Tomorrow is my birthday and I will be 24. I have to work… it is a national holiday and I've already worked through my weekend.

“If this is engineering, then I am going back to Canada to work at a coffe shop as a waiter” I told my co-worker sitting next to me.

Do you know how good I've become? It took me 1 month before in school to understand and produce a protocol interface.

Today it took me only 2 hours under constant pressure and interruption to rewrite the whole fucking digital serial connection protocol. But I don't really care about this.