Batteries not included.

Let's get this straight.

You're done with the first draft of your introduction, and your RRL (Review of Related Lit.), and you can't even get your Methodology straight?

What gives, man?

Er, well... today's not productive for me.

Not productive? More like too much TV. And Good God, your sleeping patterns are in-sane. No wonder your brain feels like it's gone through a blender and a beater.

Besides, Methodology shouldn't be too hard. Kwentuhan lang naman yan, right?

*Through gritted teeth* If you hadn't noticed, that is what makes me beat myself up, thank you very much.

*sigh, slaps forehead*

Nope, that's not gonna do you any good.

...

Alright. Re-think your strategy.

And for God's sakes, just do it.

See the baggy eyes.

Hello everyone.

After the birthday symptoms have finally worn off, I have finally begun serious work on my thesis, in the sense of turning it from proposal to thesis proper. Good.

Take note of time. also, take note of the fact that I cannot pull off the drunk driver's test, walking in a straight line. My knees are giving way with the sleepiness.

Yay.

Okay. Must... sleep... for... sanity...

... And we live on Avenue Q.

In a few more days, my life, as I know it, will soon enough come to a very quiet much awaited end.

That is, being 21.

For some strange reason, I get this feeling that... Do you ever get the feeling that for some strage reason, the cosmos is on it's painstakingly immovable route, just about ready to align and cause some great overwhelming occurence you can't control? Kind of like, you completely have no idea whether it'll do you a world of good or bad, but good God, you're going to face it head on, fists at the ready?

That's basically what it feels like now.

In a few more days, I shed my 21 title and scribble in a double double-digit in fresh-squeezed meta-ink. A new year in a hundred hours more or so.

Once again, Life cheerily comes up to me to ask me the question how I now understand is ebough to strike chaos in the hearts of men (and the eventual woman, and perhaps also in between).

Kamusta na?

I've had an swer ready and waiting for a question like this, tucked away in some unobtrusive corner of me. It's an answer I'm sure of, true, but I'm not sure Life would take it with any weight.

Well... I'm not sure.

Is it odd how I can say "I'm not sure" with such security? I suppose it's so because, well... I be pretentious with wisdom or sophistication or maturity. That would basically be lying and cheating myself. What good would come out of that?

I'm not really sure what's become of me. I can say that with the assuredness of being in one of Einstein's postulates: To someone riding on a vehicle moving close enough to the speed of light, time will seem to fly faster that to the stationary person watching the person on the vehicle. Lifetime Dilation.

But I do so enjoy the ride.

A few more things I am sure of. I cannot give enough gramercy for the blessings in my life that have come in all forms: people, situations, knowledge, wisdon, wealth.

There's so much more room to fill.

EEEEEYYAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!

Two significant reasons to scream about:

- my interview transcripts are finally done! (Eeyaaaahoo!) Save for a few additional tail-ends to attach, technically I can finally start seriously taking notes.

and...

- the deadline for my firsrt draft is next wednesday. (EEEEEYAAAAAGH! as in ... ARAY KOOOOO!!!)

must.... get... hold.. of... self....



Someone please tell me why I can do this.

DVD! DVD!

Good news, dear readers: I've finally managed to collate my video-interviews with our five playwrights into a DVD. Efficient, space-saving, high-tech. I think. ^_^ I'm glad to say the visual and audio quality is alright, or workable, at least. My fears were allayed scanning through a couple of interviews I'd feared the DVD assembler didn't capture in full or left one playwright's interview aurically mangled, but thank God, everything's fine.

I am so going to enjoy transcribing the interviews, yes I am. ^_^