A Day Down Under

BEEN up and about since yesterday. Muscles no longer gelatinous. It's weird thinking about how I won't be in school anymore for spring.

Spent this morning in the underbelly of UMD taking pictures for my Photo 2 class. Nice stuff. Kind of creepy down there. Tunnels and tunnels of piping. There's even a small room with thick walls that can be used as a nuclear fall-out shelter, so says T. of Facilities Management. Will be back there again in a few minutes. I only really have 5 interesting shots.

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Received a message yesterday from blockmate Sheila from my UP College of Fine Arts days. She's now a high power ad agency artist in Singapore. Poked around her blog and saw Tippi's site. Oh my, another blockmate. Brings back memories of long, lazy days on the penthouse floor of the UP Main Library Building; dropping pop bottles onto the mezzanine roof several stories down; the cute classmate who turned out to be gay; the shy boys who always sat at the back; my hands wounded from working with wires while making a gigantic face mask for the Lantern Parade; and Dranreb Belleza stealing my HB2 Staedler pencils. I was young, itching to transfer to J-school and fresh out of a Catholic all-girl high school. Pianist boyfriend. Making out in some dark corner near the engineering building. Late night choir rehearsals. Heavy bags of laundry brought home on weekends and all those Pantranco bus rides. Hay naku...