thesis. it must be the bane of every CE student's life. especially if you chose to specialize in robotics! sux. i remember nervous flicks on the lighter, grinding teeths, glares, fights and the eventual triumph. those were the days when i was running on empty.
now that it's over with a nice silver mota, i have to say i'm being a fool for admitting it but there will be things that i will miss like hell about thesis.
1. the a/c that threatened to freeze us all to death. either that or kill someone with it's spit. especially pugo, angel and bok whose tables were unfortunately within its range.
2. the stupidity of kia. for slipping time and again on the a/c's pool of spit. 'ang dulas! ang dulas!' you never learn do you?
3. a makeshift bed of the lab's chairs. you don't care anymore when you're that weary.
4. the "dread lord's" aura. god. seeing your face never fails to ruin my day.
5. gossip that pops up whenever a thesis group reaches a 'dead end.'
6. tori's wailing. ahh.. err... singing.
7. monopoly and scrabout. any takers?
8. naruto fridays and anime marathons. why is it that everytime it's friday, people seem to come to the thesis lab an hour earlier than the usual 8 o' clock? nani!!!! anousa-anousa! baka. gambare naruto-kun!
9. illegal lan games: tft, starcraft & diablo. finally. we found good use for the school's resources. thanks to kyle for being our look out.
10. lunch. here's to the perky lady's vm meals and manang's tapsilog. (god save me from hepa)
11. the demons that frolic. kyle, lucifer by survey. and monch. here's to 'healthy' discussions devoid of pretense. to matching meals and the daily sprite litre.
12. damn good company. monch. momo. pokimonch. duo-sama. momo-sama. who would have thought that you had the ability to make me laugh? XD
and of course...
13. DARIHL our thesis. 'you goddamn robot! walk damn you! walk!' seeing you grow up to become who you are now... it's fulfilling and i find myself having a case of mommy syndrome despite great reluctance. here's to whatever relationship we had.. s-m (you being the sadist of course...) or love-hate. come to mommy!
god. i never thought i'd hear myself say this. but not knowing that i shall never again be a part of these things leaves me with phantom pains. i find myself wishing that we could have made things last a bit longer... here's to the hope that life's malice will entwine our paths again in some indistinct future. until our unlikely reunion, keep safe.