I had no classes today. I just went to school to meet up with my thesismates, Rai, Nikki and Kebs, to have a consultation regarding our thesis. We met our adviser at the Emphatic Lab where Kebs and Rai were mysteriously searching for microphones that could be hidden just for laughs. Sidenote, the computers in the Empathic Lab had Core 2 Quad processors. Wow.
My neighbor happened to be in school that day. He offered me a ride home but I told him that he would just have to go home by himself because I had my thesis to finish. After the consultation I headed down to the Nook where I found some of the 107's still staying in school. Marc wanted to go home and played a pranked on Joyce and I but eventually was ruined by Jegs. Marc and Audrey were hidden in a not so good hiding place in the lobby. I went home with Marc, Audrey and Joyce by the means of public transportation common in the Taft area: the LRT.
In the train, our eyes (except Joyce's) saw something disturbing, and since we can't laugh out loud about it or talk about it in public, we decided to laugh at the 'Danger' sign in the train. Marc read it as 'dang-ger.' As Marc and I arrived at our station, we just let a flow of people pass us by before we steop foot on the platform. Laughed about the plateau with hair on the sides we saw earlier. We call it 'dang-ger.' In the next train, Marc told me something that I wasn't surprised about. Our topic was cut short as I went down my station.
As the rain poured down on the street, my mother calls me and says that she would fetch me at the station closer to our office because of the strong rain. So I waited for the next train.
Upon arriving home, life was no different, going online and chatting, surfing the web and feeling sorry over something.
No photos for today, only memories that will remain abstract and a blur in the next few years.
My neighbor happened to be in school that day. He offered me a ride home but I told him that he would just have to go home by himself because I had my thesis to finish. After the consultation I headed down to the Nook where I found some of the 107's still staying in school. Marc wanted to go home and played a pranked on Joyce and I but eventually was ruined by Jegs. Marc and Audrey were hidden in a not so good hiding place in the lobby. I went home with Marc, Audrey and Joyce by the means of public transportation common in the Taft area: the LRT.
In the train, our eyes (except Joyce's) saw something disturbing, and since we can't laugh out loud about it or talk about it in public, we decided to laugh at the 'Danger' sign in the train. Marc read it as 'dang-ger.' As Marc and I arrived at our station, we just let a flow of people pass us by before we steop foot on the platform. Laughed about the plateau with hair on the sides we saw earlier. We call it 'dang-ger.' In the next train, Marc told me something that I wasn't surprised about. Our topic was cut short as I went down my station.
As the rain poured down on the street, my mother calls me and says that she would fetch me at the station closer to our office because of the strong rain. So I waited for the next train.
Upon arriving home, life was no different, going online and chatting, surfing the web and feeling sorry over something.
No photos for today, only memories that will remain abstract and a blur in the next few years.
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