One fine day in November

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Initially wanted to write a post today just because I was feeling happy and having a good mood about what happened at work. Well internship that is.
So these group of guys were talking about ways to court a girl which is by acting all anxious just because he lost his phone and later approached a girl (whom he was shy to do so) to call his so called missing phone. Technically the aim is to get the girl's phone number. The question they asked me was "Would you call the guy's phone number?"
I said yes because you'll never know if its in a case of emergencies right? One colleague of mine said that she will decide depending on their looks hahaha
Just some fun and laughter happening at work.
Not to mention that I managed to learn some new chemistry "classes" with the geniuses at work. Am glad to be in the same department with them at work. Didnt know there was so much fun in such a small group of people. Trust me, they look decent but they are those who likes to joke around with lame jokes too.
I love the way how these people think critically in cases of studies. Like they take the time to wonder and think about things that so few people even cared about questioning spoon fed information.
I want to be like that too.
From now on, I will remind myself of what you said to me today from time to time :) and strive better each time.
Hope there will be chemistry "classes" tmrw too!
Have a great Friday and awesome weekend everyone! 1 and a half more month to go! :D

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