Jina and I studying differential equations. We needed some intense silence so we moved the table from infront of the elevator to right next to our rooms. Smart, huh? Yes. But why are we so happy in this picture? It was finals week...

After finals week, I had only a week to relax before I started summer classes. Alas, my last four days of my rather short break was spent feeling pretty crappy. Why, you might ask? Just look below and theorize, my friend, and soon you shall realize.

This is the Mother's Day card I made for my mom!

We passed this mural near the Drunken Unicorn when we went to see Mono/Pelican. Now, this large scale painting located near the shops at Ford Factory on Ponce de Leon is not very good. What we found rather interesting was that one of the assistants of this so called "masterpiece" was a certain Michael Jackson... Could it be just that somewhere out there, a Jackson family named their dear offspring Michael? Or was the completion of this "great" piece really assisted by that famous musical figure? Alas, this shall remain a mystery.

The one and only posse and Cafe Intermezzo. The one cheesecake that we split amongst us three was amazing. Anyone up for going there and splitting a cake (which was around $8 or so) with me, while sipping on some inexpensive water? Call me.

This is the plaque near the tiled mural. What would Michael Jackson be doing in Atlanta, anyway?

I've never seen a real live strike before! It was pretty cool. Although, I don't think those strikers shared the same thought as me.

I'm glad arcades are looking out for the youth of America. Well, at least this arcade in Underground Atlanta.

We were at Ikea having lunch when this munchkin came to sit next to our table. It truly was entertaining just watching this kid struggle with his quickly melting ice cream cone. (Now what's with his hand on his crotch?)

We wondered where his parents were.

Alas, he couldn't handle it.

My buddy.

You could say I'm a good photographer. Such a dreamy pic.

We were waiting for one of those kissing water pictures...Instead, we got this.

My talented Chris.

Now, you could even go as far as saying that Rick, a wandering homeless dude and purveyor of advice and inspiration, is a good photographer.

Chris took this lovely dynamic angle shot!

Sweet dynamic angle.

I love this pic that Chris took of me!

Just a goofy pic that I love to embarass Chris with. (hehe)

The sky that day that I will never forget! It was such a lovely day!

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

The following pics were taken by Chris in Italia! I just wanted to show off for him.

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

I LOVE this picture.

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

I love the colors and the softness that he captured here. I bet he was in the caves when he took this.

A Henderson in Italy

I like the colors here. Notice the skull looking shadow in top left corner. Sawheet!

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

A Henderson in Italy

Back to photos by yours truly

Now I have my own "camera and me in mirror" pic!

Death of my micron pen. I was very sad.

I made this card for my dad. I must admit that it's not as good as the one for my mom. The time factor played a major role here.

When I went home for my dad's birthday, he wanted me to take pics of his garden. He loves his garden so much.

I like the softness and frailty portrayed by this petunia.

And whenenver I go home, it's gauranteed that I take pics of the flowers. Boring but I always want to find a unique perspective, something different from all the other flower pics. I haven't found one yet.