Thesis

I am currently here at Espana, Manila because I stayed at thesis partner's house for an overnight last night and probably another one tonight. She went to church with her mother and since I don't go to church I am stuck here in an Internet cafe near their place and the church. Thesis is still far from finished. We "overhauled" the three publications I analyzed for I did it wrong. Fortunately its over now. It took us two days and nights to finish just that and now we are on the process of entering the data in her computer. SPSS will do the rest perhaps. By "rest" I mean the analyzing and cross tabbing of the different variables present in our thesis. I just hope we finish it tonigth so I can go home and rest and probably have a goodnight's sleep.

New Addiction

I haven't been sleeping right these past few days. Just three nights ago, I slept around four in the morning. Mind you, These sleepless nights weren't the result of thesis work or any academic stuff.

I found a new addiction - Tong Its. With bets of course. Not that I just learned how to play it. Even before I entered high school I was already adept to the process of the game. I even played with a friend's grandmother who lives near our house every after school when I was in grade six. Imagine that! I was born to be gambler. But back then I always went home empty handed. I even steal my mom's collection of old coins [the yellowish colored one peso coin still without the carabao] from her box just to be able to continue with the game in hope that I could still reclaim my loss. Usually I didn't and until now I still don't.

My tong it "craze" started just week when I joined my friends while they were playing. They taught me the do's and dont's of the game and more importantly the cost of every ace and quadruplest you have. Apparently, I didn't know about until last week.

Currently, every ace will cost you a peso, another one peso for a set of quadruplet, Tong its ot todas will cost you two bucks, two bucks for fight or laban and when the game ends [either because there are no cards left or somebody fights and even when somebody disposed all of his/her cards thus the name tong its] and you have no house or bahay you will pay another two bucks. Combination of the fees are also possible.

The bet usually starts at five bucks and then a peso every after that until somebody "hits" or have own twice because that is when he/she gets all the bets in the pot and the betting starts all over again with a starting bet of five bucks and so on.

There are things you can learn from this game besides handling your cards of course. First, you have to be patient. Try to wait for teh right cards. Caution though, you should also see to it that you dispose all the "high" cards when you feel there's no hope that the right card will come your way. Letting go is also another thing you should always keep in mind.

Second, you must have the guts. Remember, you money is at stake here. There are many instances where you can say "fight." One is when teh total numeric valur of your cards are really low and the other is when you think your cards have no hope of winning. Try to brave.

I just hope this new addiction won't stay in my system for long...

I am complete

Earlier today I went to the CMC Administration office and asked if they received a fax from Sir Agca. They told me to look it up in the files near the fax machine.

And they did! There were two copies of the accomplished completion form. A big smile covered my face and I felt like I wanted to scream with joy. I hurriedly went to the Filipino department which is one jeepney-ride away from our college. I talked to ate Susan who was as sweet as an angel and asked if the completion form was already okay and I can go on with my life.

She sighed. Then silence. Then another sigh. Then she consulted with a woman beside her. Then she told me that the registrar might not accept the form because the signature wasn't on ink.

I wanted to feel sick. It seemed like a big dark cloud came over my head ready to emit its thunders. I gathered myself and asked what else could I do to remedy the problem. Although in the back of my mind I know exactly what I have to do. I must email Sir Agca and ask him to snail mail the form to the Filipino department. But when would that arrive? I asked myself. I didn't have a choice, did I?

She sighed again and then finally she spoke. She would talk to somebody and ask about it or she could ask the Filipino department head to countersign the form to make it valid. I almost leapt with joy from what I heared. Thank God! I have been going crazy about the form for like three weeks. And now It is finally closing to an end.

But there's still no guarantee. I have to go back to the Filipino department to check if teh form will be okay. I just hope it will.

To Ate Susan, Maraming Salamat Po

Rizal Fever

Today is formal clothes day. I am wearing a beautifully ironed polo and pants.

Later today I will have a report on PI 100 about Noli Me Tangere of Jose Rizal. I am sure everyone is familiar of that book because the law requires that we take it back in high school 3rd and 4th year. But the thing is, before I read the novel last week I didn't have the vaguest idea what was it about. Of course I took it in high school but it seemed like all my knowledge about Rizal ran out of me and went to another brain.

Yes! I did read it last week. I am not really a big fan of Rizal though. Fortunately thesis partner lend me her comics-version of the novel. It's far more easy to read than the thick version. And, I got to see the characters. It's like back in elementary days when I loved to read Tagalog comics [those you rent for 2 pesos a day].

I didn't read it because I want to of course. I read it because I was required to do so. I wouldn't want to look stupid in front of my classmates talking about something I haven't read. Who does?

Even after the Banahaw trip last week I didn't develop the liking for Rizal. No way! Rumors has it that he's gay. Hehehe... PLU [people like us]. It's not he's being alledgedly gay that I don't like though. If I did I'd hate myself. I really can't pinpoint the reason but I'll get back to you when I do.

What the trip instilled in me was the appreciation of nature and respect for others' beliefs. Not that i didn't have those before but what I am saying is the intensity. It's not everyday that you come face-to-face with a Rizalista. They are just like us. I don't want to use the word normal for who dictates what is normal anyway? They eat, drink, satisfy their human needs etc. I am not sure about the sex but they do have children so you figure it out.

So much for Rizal. It's now time to go back to the real world. Ciao!

Reminiscing

I was browsing through my account in Blogger when I cam upon the first blog I had back in 2002. This was my first attempt at webpage designing. I know it's not great but I am damn proud of it. There are lots of errors in grammar and syntax. Just ignore it aight!


[1] YAWA.BLOGSPOT

[2] IAN-DIARY.BLOGSPOT

Another day on Earth

Haven't had enough sleep. Stayed until 2:45am at thesis partner's house. Did the rest of the SPSS thingy and edited some stuff too. Unfortunately we didn't finish the first draft. Another sleepless night coming on Wednesday. *ouch*

Woke up at 8:30am today and got to school at 10am. My class is at 4:00pm. I was early beacuse I went to the administration to ask about my defficiences and also I asked if I could receive something through the college' FAX machine. NOTE: That something is my completion form from SirAgca.

I also talked to somebody [i ain't sure who she was. she stays near the window] about the deadline to clear all defficiences of graduating students. She told me that it's okay and that the Feb 20 deadline was just to make students hurry up.

It definitely scared the hell outa meeee... What the hell were they thinking scaring graduating students?

DOOM

I didn't make it. Sir didn't fax the completion form back to me. All my efforts were wasted.

... and then the PI 100 exam. God! would I flunk that one. I didn't study because I was too occupied with the completion stuff. Hell, as if I reall study during exams... The fact is, even if I weren't in this situation, I still wouldn't study. Totally me.

I don't know what happened. Back in HS I wasn't like this. I usually spend sleepless nights just studying... err... memorizing stuff for periodical tests... err... making kodigos [not always aight!]
But now, it seems like I don't care about getting low grades or even flunking a subject. Maybe UP made me into this - kebs

I am really frustrated right now. I wish I had accepted the invitation of my friend to go out and have fun. She strongly reccommends I take a break, immediately.

Ever faced in front of the mirror thinking of all the changes that happened to you? Well I did, and boy did I see a lot of changes - irreversible ones. Maybe you should try it. It's kinda weird but just try it.
I remember this Values teacher of mine back in high school who told us to face the mirror naked and ask ourselves bata pa ba ako? coz he thinks we were so immature for our age. Of course nobody did it, or at least admitted of doing it.

NOTE: I didn't face the mirror naked okay.

SH*T!

Friday. To everyone I am really sorry If I haven't written anything here for the last few days. I have been very busy with school stuff. Wanna hear them all? I am sure you don't but I'll tell you anyway.
First, there was and still is the thesis. My partner and I had an overnight at her place last Wednesday. We've accomplish pretty much nothing. Just the analysis and she taught me how to install and us SPSS [a program really needed for our thesis.]
Second, there was and still is my problem in MP115 [Malikhaing Pagsulat]. I gfot an incomplete and I need to resolve it befor ethis day ends which is in school time untill 5:00pm. What maks the matter worse is that my professor happens to be on study leave abroad. It ain't his fault though that I am hagging right now. I had a year to complete the requirements but it's only last week that I started panicking. And now I am really panicking!
I don't even know what the hell I am doing in this cafe typing this entry. My God, this could be the reason I couldn't graduate this April. Sh*t!
Pardon me for all the nasty things I am saying and about to say if ever but as you can perhaps perceive, I am a total wreck right now. My hands are sweaty, my brain malfunctioning, my eyes and feet tired and my pocket thinning. I spent 80 bucks just faxing the completion from earlier, another 80bucks to ride a cab home because I had to get my form 5 [a receipt of some sort when you are enrolling] wherein the class code and section were written. Need it for the completion from.
My professor promised me that he would do everything to help me and I have no doubt in that. The only problem is TIME. F*cking-freaking TIME. I don't have the luxury of it in fact I think it ran out of me days ago. This week has been nothing but running, hagging, and cursing. Sh*t!

Days to look forward to

Thursday. This week its the UP fair but I haven't been to any yet. I've been very busy with acads. And thank God my thesis is almost finish. Almost. Still have interviews to transcribe and you know how these things eat up your time and brain cells. Speaking of UP Fair, maybe Ibs and I will go later. He loves JR so he definitely wouldn't miss this one. He even got a free ticket from a friend. :)
This Saturday I will be going to Mt. Banahaw, Quezon for a field trip. You see our PI 100 [Rizal class] will be going. Ibs will be with me. And mind you he's a mountaineer [did i get the spelling right?]. Behind those sexy curves and girly moves lies strong bones and tough IBS. :) We'll be staying there overnight [saturday and Sunday]. I hope it would be fun. Am really excited.
Oh. I haven't told you yet. We're back to normal. I am now staying again at his apartment. :)

Anthropology Item

Monday. A usually exhausting day. And in fact it is. Gone to the library around two in the afternoon and did my thesis. Accomplished something today. A good start I think. Left at around 3:45, ate lunch [a little late but hey, welcome to college!] at Casaa and walked three floors to my class - Anthropology 182 which is commonly known as Culture and personality.
Talk about another. The teacher sucks. Everybody, I'm sure they'll admit it, hate that class. The subject perse is great - culture and personality, but the teacher makes it into a waste of time. Totally boring. I remember the first meeting. Shocked is the word for it. Brief description of the professor: boring, old, and horny. There is basis for that of course.
Horny. You see he is also my teacher in Anthropology 187 which is famously known as SEX and CULTURE. Slots in this subject are most coveted of among electives. But to my dismay, it is exactly the opposite. One phrase about this subject and the teacher: HE MAKES SEX BORING. He's the only person I know who could do that. One of my classmates even said and I quote: "He is boredom personified." Exactly. So you might ask, why do I say he is horny then. As I have said, he's my teacher in Anthro 182. And most of his examples are in relation to sex. It seems like there ain't any differentiation between the two.
Boring. Need I say more?
Old. He is in fact old. His hair is white and has several lines on his forehead. Somebody in the class even remarked, "Mukha syang Bangkay." Of course I noticed that too but that remained in the whispers and notes I shared with my friends.
And he always wear this denim jacket that looks as old as he is.
I know, I'm rude but that's the reality. Though it seems like he knows what he's teaching us. I mean he's a lawyer of some sort for God's sake.
But to some degree I like this professor too. He isn't strict in attendance. You see, he just asks somebody for a paper and we write our names and student number and sign it after. So what we always do, me and my friends, is fake the penmanship of whoever is/are absent among us.
One thing more, he comes to class late. So Sheila and I always has time for our yosi. :)

Just Like Yesterday

Laundry finished. That includes a blanket, two pillow cases, two towels, several shirts, my brother's uniforms, and the covers for the sala set. Exhausting but a must. Got no choice really. Haven't done anything for the thesis instead watched SWAT DVD.
This is my problem. I don't know how to prioritize. Well, I always get out of the mess so why bother. Time has its way of ironing things up for me. :)
But I promise, which I always am doing, to finish the analysis before tomorrow. So that means today or later today, whichever is more convenient to me.

Last night I found it hard to sleep. I kept thinking about my deficiencies. I was afraid not to graduate and I still am. I really hope I don't mess things up.

Talk About Being Unproductive

It's been three nights since I left Ibs' apartment. Haven't heard from him and I guess I'll never will.

Got home at around 11pm last night. It was the induction party of UPGM [UP Green Minds] in which I am a member. Well, inactively. It's just one of my many organizations. Too many I haven't had time to be active. :)
UPGM is an environmantal organization based at the College of Mass Communication, University of the Philippines Diliman. It was originally exclusive for journalism students but now it is accomodating students from other colleges. I guess being an environmentalist or an advocate at that doesn't stop around the walls of the journalism department.
Present Last night were the active members, the adviser Mam Rara, three alumni name Edson, Chi-chi and Agatha. The applicants organized a program which at times was funny and at times corny. But it ended fun and our tummies were full so no rants about that.

It has been a long day for me. Watched three DVD's [Too Fast Too Furious, Freaky Friday and Hollywood Homicide] today. Pirated copies though. But hey, everybody's got one so why bother with the authorities.
And I was supposed to finish part of my thesis, washed the laundry and do productive things. But I guess they'll have to wait till later cause this computer will be occupied later by the Ragnarok's addicts - my cousin and two brothers. My cousin is telling me to hurry up so I am making this fast.
Boredom. That is the word for today. Got up at around 1pm with my head aching. I guess I overslept huh?!
I hope tomorrow will be a fine day and I promise Sef I'll finish analyzing the high school publications by Sunday.

Jhoan. Hey gurl. Thanks for dropping by. And how in the world did you know I have a website and this blog? Anyways hope to see your ass around aight! Mwah! Gracias. Tata for now!

A Night Alone

I guess Ibs is mad at me. He asked me to accompany him to the airport for he had to get something. A package I heard. But I told him I'd rather stay at his house for I was tired which was a lie. I just didn't feel going out that's all. I've stayed the whole day there facing the computer and editing my website and uploading it to the net.

He said it was okay but kept silent. Jen accompanied him instead.

He kept silent and never bothered talking to me before he left for the airport. I can feel that it wasn't alright at all, that he lied. He left without a kiss nor a hug. You see, it has been sometime now that everytime we parted ways [for school or anything] he would always give me a kiss on the cheek and even on the lips. But yesterdays he didn't.

When he arrived the tension was still present. The only words he uttered was "azalea Ku u Kay?."
After a bath, I got dressed and told him I was to leave. But he just stayed there singing in front of the computer and all I got was a nod. So I got my things and left.
I wasn't even planning to bring "all" my things home for I was going to go back at his apartment after I got my allowance and some clothes back home. But I felt I wasn't wanted there. So I stayed home for the night.
I wish I could turn back the time but I couldn't. I should have had accompanied him to the airport but I didn't.

I spent the night alone for the first time after a very long time. I wasn't prepared but I survived. I just hope today would be happier.

Content Analysis Aches My Back [Thesis Rants III]

This is a free day for me. It should be, actually. I didn't enroll any subjects during Wednesdays because they are my free time. But because of this goddammed thesis, I have to wake up early during these days, put on a polo shirt or anything semi-formal [which by the way ain't as comfortable as others think] and ride the smoky streets of the city to go to some high school. Interviews here and there. Seems like they never stop.
And then after the interviews me and my partner have to transcribe the interview from the recorder which so painstakingly unbearable and then analyze the bundles of school papers -- the prize of graduation.
Now, I am taking a rest from doing the analysis and releasing my disgust and angst here -- my only refuge which is writing. My back aches from sitting in one position trying to understand and fin something wrong with the article. This is hard work I must tell you. God, so hard.
How I want to escape and just leave these things undone. But I need to graduate and these things need to be done no matter how hard and brain cells-depleting they are.

Not Quite A Bad Day After All

What a day! First I woke up early for an interview at Manila Science High School with its principal. As usual I arrived earlier than scheduled to where I was meeting Sef. You see, she lives in Manila but I don't exactly know how to get there. I have been there once but I hadn't memorized what routes to take and jeepneys to ride in. So everytime we meet, I wait for her at this 7-11 in Espana.
I arrived 30 minutes early. Like I always do, I phoned her home but her line cried "This line is not available" or something to that effect. "What!, I just called her earlier. What the hell's wrong with the line? In this world of fast technology, one thing remains rusted, forgotten by the emergence of cellphones and more cellphones" I told myself.
Good thing Ibs had a caller ID and everytime Sef calls me [apparently I am staying at his house] using a different line her number becomes listed in the ID. I called him up and asked for the other number. Then I called the number and a woman answered saying to hold on for a minute. She came back with a husky sound like she just got up. Apparently, Sef had already left the house. So I waited for her, lit up a stick of Winston Lights and read Poalo Coelho's Veronica Decides to Die which eventually I would finish reading later.
She appeared in a white shirt wearing a white sandals. "Virginal" that's what I remarked her. She laughed and told me "ang landi ng buhok mo." You see last Saturday I had my hair dyed into streaks of coffee red.
Anyways, we took a jeep and headed to MaSci.
After the interview which thankfully didn't last long, I took an FX headed for Philcoa where I would take another ride going to school. I paid a hundred bucks. Not that I don't have change or anything but I wasn't sure how much the ride would cost me so I played it safe. The driver told me to wait for the change so I got my book and started reading. It always makes me dizzy reading while riding but I wasn't about to let it get to me. I continued until I felt sleepy and eventually settled into a nap with my head slightly tilted to the window of the vehicle. Then after sometime, the vehicle stopped and I was awaken. It seemed that something was wrong with it and the driver is starting to return the money of the passengers. We hadn't gotten far. We were still in Espana. I asked for my change and the driver asked if I had 10 bucks. I looked at my wallet and all I've got was a 20 peso bill and pennies amounting to Php9.25. A lady was just outside and I can see her through my side of the window. Apparently she was also waiting for her 10-peso change. The driver gave me 20 bucks which I refused to accept because that would mean that I would have paid him 20 pesos which is far too much from the amount of kilometers the vehicle drove. I was about to get mad but then I thought it wasn't his fault so I waited for him to think. He handed me my 100 peso bill and told me to just give 10 bucks to the lady outside. It irritated me. Now I had to think about the lady too. The driver merely passed me his responsibility. I hadn't noticed awhile ago that the lady was carrying a baby. I composed myself and tried to looked sympathetic. Actually I really was sympathetic. I'm sure it was hard to carry a baby much more when the penetrating heat of the sun was almost unbearable. I thought of a way to get a change so I could give the lady her 10 bucks. Then she asked me how much my change was and when I told her she asked for it. She decided to ride the jeep from her. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I looked at the corner if there were any shops where I could get my money a change but to my disappointment all there was were cigarette and candy vendors. They couldn't have any change. So I handed the lady the coins and she headed off.
I, on the other hand rode in an FX to Philcoa and arrived in school thirty minutes early.

Star Stricken and Thesis Rants II

Startstruck has finally come to an end. Mark and Jen each took home a one million exclusive GMA contract plus five hundred thousand grand prize. The Avengers, the ones who were voted out, were also surprised with their own show together with the final four.
Rainier. My God! Have you seen him dance? Or even sing? He's really lousy. He can't even sway his body to the simplest dance move. Not that I know how to but hey I didn't join that contest, did I? And to think he got that far in the contest. What were the judges thinking? Sure he's got the most beautiful smile and F4 look but that ain't enough to be a real actor, right? Enough of him.
Mark, however, is the most gorgeous. He has the smile, the moves and the look. I like this boy a lot. I feel bad for his dad. But hey, he wouldn't have gone that far if it weren't for that motivation right? Everybody has their share of disappointments, and Mark's dad sure got his son soaring high. :)
Enough of them both. Next time I'll post mark picture as one of the beautiful people list. Wait for it aight!

Anyways, I feel I'm being too bad to Sef lately. You see, Sef is my thesis partner. I hate it when she bugs me all the time about revisions in the CA form. She would also ask questions which she already have the answers too. And if I gave her an answer she would defend hers and then I'll give up and agree with her but still she would push and push and push on saying that she ain't sure about it all. It gets really irritating most of the time. And she calls on a very wrong timing basis. Just last night I was watching Jen's talent and then she called asking the same kind of questions. Beat that!
But then I have her to thank for. You see, we belong to the same block. And during our junior year everybody in the block already paired up. I thought I was the only one left out so I decided to go solo. But then I was really afraid to do so. I just thought I couldn't do it alone. And then just a semester ago, Sef came and ask me if I had a partner and I said no. She invited me and the rest is history. During our proposal semester, she did almost all the work. All I had to do was ask her copies and pass them to my adviser. We had separate advisers, that's why.
Sometimes her kakaulitan works for me. Without her being like that I might have lost my way into this "thesis wilderness." Until this thesis is over, I will always feel guilty about it all. But for now, I must burn my ass up real hard to be able to finish this thesis. And it sucks, really.

I Said I Was Graduating

Two nights ago, I sent a message to my mom, using a borrowed phone for mine was still damaged, asking how they were and all that and suddenly mama threw me a very unexpected question. "Love, gragraduate ka ba ngayong sem?" Duh! I have been telling her that since I entered college. That no matter what I will graduate on time. and now this question! I suddenly felt distrusted by my own parents. What the hell did they think of me? That all I do here in college was to get drunk, have sex and burn my lungs out with packs and packs of cigarette? Although I admit I do all those things but not on an addictive kind of way. I know my priorities and getting outta college and landing on a good-paying job is one of them.
But I couldn't blame them. My grades are low [though they're passing], I'm always not home [they cause my brothers tell them], and even in high school I was the happy-go-lucky kind of guy. In other words I don't look like the type who would graduate salutatorian in high school. But I did. I proved everyone wrong.
But college is a very different arena. Making sipsip to teachers aren't enough. You have to couple it with enthusiasm and high exam results.
And now that I am graduating I couldn't wait to get out of college. Four years ago I was just this little unknown creature our of Romblon who passed the UPCAT along with other four. But now I have grown to be who I am now - gay and proud.
But no matter what I still love my parents. Why wouldn't I in the first place. They're eating cans and cans of sardines there everyday while I here get to choose between McDonalds and Jolibee. Sometimes I feel that I am a very inconsiderate son. I spend my allowance on useless things and my parents and siblings are there in the province without anything new. I really feel ashamed of myself. But I can't help it really. I have tried to spend less before but all efforts have failed.
That's why I promise to graduate so I could return all what my parents sacrificed for me and my siblings. I really love them and I will always will. I feel like crying now. The thought of them suffering hurts and the thought that they're suffering to give the best education hurts more.
I will be graduating. I will. I promise my parents that.

Dante Balboa - Shame on You

And so I thought my misery was over until I saw Elmer a.k.a. Dante Balboa -an actor I must say- my classmate in one of the subjects which I hadn't shown up since the year started. Not that I don't like the subject or anything but I always forget about it and by the time I remember it, it would be very late.
So I asked him how the class was and he told me he started reporting last meeting and that I was forced dropped by the teacher for my absences. I totally freaked out. Not in front of him though. And I pretended to be okay though I didn't know if he saw right through me. We parted at the entrance and I hurriedly walked to the AS steps to have a stick of cigarette. I noticed that tears begun falling from my eyes and that I made this little sobs while I was trying to puff away the delirium.
Then I saw Dino [this activist who I totally adore when he had shorter hair and neat face] with a girl [a co-activist, I should say, judging from the pins they had on their shirts]. I said hi and told him that I am going to fail one subject. I coated it with laughter as if it was totally fine. But I also made some sobs, pretentiously of course for I didn't want to know that I am so worried though deep inside I felt like exploding into tears.
I sat beside them, drank a can of soft drink and puffed another cigarette. More acquaintances passed by and told them the same thing.
I bade goodbye to the two activists and went on my way to the classroom where I would be having my first and only class for the day which was located at the third floor of the building.
Just right around the corner I saw Elmer talking on the phone. I excused myself and politely and shakingly asked him the full name of our professor - due to a lot of absences I didn't remember my teacher's name. he didn't know the full name either. He gave me the surname and when I was to say thank you he added, "uy, joke lang yun, ikaw naman." Fuck! I was about to say that but being the civilized creature that I was I just threw my organizer unto his arm. Although I was relieved with the news, I continuously slap him with my organizer and called him names. He deserved it, I thought. Who the hell was he to frighten me like that. Not me. Not when I was graduating. And we weren't that close. We just talked casually during our COMM 100 days which he dropped and which I flunked, sadly, but I got over it. I left him with a promise that come Friday I will again throw my organizer at him for doing that to me.
I just hope I wouldn't forget that subject this Friday. You see, that class was supposed to meet two times a week every Tuesday and Friday 10-11:30 in the morning. However, the professor, whom I forgot the name, changed it to just Tuesdays and lately to Fridays. And how could I not forget about it? You see, my class on Fridays starts from 4-7 pm and now I had to go to school at 10 am just to attend that subject. My thesis interviews add up to my schedule leaving my mind messed up with all the appointments.
But I promise not to make anymore absences. I think I have done enough. And my graduation is at stake here. My parents expect me to graduate this semester. Or not.

Thesis Rants

Thesis. I haven't done anything yet for my thesis. After a few pages of analyzing the content of the HS student publication of Diliman Preparatory School, I gave up and faced the computer instead.
I dunno what is wrong with me. It seem
s like I can't focus on what id important from the not. I ain't tired or anything, it's just that I'd rather make websites or edit pictures in photoshop than do my thesis. I keep promising day after the other that I will prioritize my thesis but it seems I am only making myself believe.

Parts of the second version of BREW OVER CIGAR are already done. I made it a few hours ago. I am excited, really excited. You see, I am more excited in finishing my website that finishing my thesis. Of course I can't wait to finish my thesis but like I said, I don't know how to prioritize.