It hasn't been five days since I was in a jeep somewhere in Makati feeling like the entire sky was collapsing on me. Every step I took was a mixture of frustration, sadness and fear. I desperately wanted out, I wanted to run away as fast and as hard I as I could, to physically feel each molecule of despair slide off my body. I couldn't, so I just had to push on, ever so slowly. But the tears fell anyway (in McDo of all places).
That was before today. Today my thesis adsiver said I have a "good concept." WOOHOO! Finally I feel like I'm getting somewhere. Rejoice, rejoice!
Haaaaaaaaaaaay. Feeling ko nabunutan ako ng tinik. I just have to beef up my methodology and add visuals to my conceptual framework (good ol' meister mark pointed it out even before Ma'am Jimenez read my proposal. Yes, yes, magaling ka na.). Basta, happy. I've never been so relieved. After all the confusion and sleepless nights, wondering if I even had a point to make, in the endless sea of points that experts have already made about the Philippine housing problem, this is just sweet.
Except that my feet hurt so much now from all the walking I did today. I wonder why my right leg feels so much heavier than my left. Don't I walk straight?
Anyway, I'm home and resting. No more research for today. Yipee. Kick back and surf the tube baby.
Caught part of the Grammy Awards. Kelly Clarkson won for best pop vocal. Over Gwen Stefani, Sheryl Crow, Fiona Apple and Paul McCartney. Huwaaat? Change channels.
Hmm. I have to say, iyakin talaga mga artista. It's a built-in feature. Hardwired for heightened emotional outbursts. I mean, okay, so Christian Vasquez cried on his birthday coz he misses his kids. The next minute everyone was in hagulgol mode. And it's not just coz they're inside the House and they know people are watching--that was First Season--this time they just, well, overflowed. They cried because they felt like crying. It's just the way they are. Even Budoy of Junior Kilat cried his heart out. He explained the advertisement he hung on his shirt for a show that his artist friend is doing, and lamented the fact that many good Filipino artists are struggling to survive, people who don't get noticed but won't give up and compromise their craft. And he bawled his eyes out for those people. I was genuinely touched.
For those who don't get, this is about Pinoy Big Brother Celebrity Edition. Haha! Gawd am I PBB addict? Egad. But it is amusing to watch these "celebrities". Except for that Angela person who's just so prissy and overbearing, and Gretchen who does nothing but karate-kick and karate-punch the air. Enough already, it ain't cute no more. Man oh man, Keanna has gigantic boobs. I mean really big. Way to go mr. plastic surgeon whoever you are, but didn't you overdo it a bit? And hey, my legs are nicer than Bianca's, harhar. I used to watch her brother religiously on Breakfast (Studio 23). Always woke up early, groggily turning on the tv to see him say good morning. Talk about loser. Anyway.
Why is Rustom sooo thin?
I have no idea who will win this season. I'm not really rooting for anybody, it's just fun to watch them be silly and stupid and inane and some of the time sensible, too. But good lord why are conversations inside that house so utterly boring and pointless? Like that talk about people having eyes at the back of their heads (don't ask). It just dragged on and on and on and on. Have they nothing else interesting to talk about? Pardon? Oh, yes, looooove. In the next few days I think we'll witness the unraveling of (rx93.1's) Rico Suave's hush-hush past with singer Roxy aka Roxanne Barcelo (who has one song to her name), who incindentally is also a "housemate". *rub palms together and say ooooh*
Haha, I'm so pathetic. Well, it's this or being at my wits' end with my thesis. So forgive me for patronizing average endeavors from time to time, otherwise I'd be madder than I already am, and you don't really want that.
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