Here we go (again).

My biggest critic is inside my head and sometimes I wish I could just tell it to STFU.

Multiple posts in one day. Almost as many as the cups of coffee I have consumed. You know things are bad.

Kaya pa ba?

Parang nawawalan na ako ng pag-asa.

Maybe I'm not cut out for this.

Time's running out, but I still have so much work left to do.

Aabot ba?

Universe?

Aabot ba?

Please?

I feel down 'cause I'm exhausted and unproductive and I want to stress-eat but I've already consumed all the chocolates I've reserved especially for thesis-writing.

I would cry if I could but I'm also too tired for that. :'-(

The only bad thing about having one of your favorite authors as your playwriting adviser is the constant feeling of embarrassment and insecurity that dramatically escalates before every consultation period because you feel inferior and amateur and unworthy even though this person is probably the nicest human being you have ever met ( Read more... )

1. That first sip of iced coffee in the morning when you've just had a sleepless night.
2. A freshly sharpened eyeliner.
3. A thesis adviser who actually believes in you and what you can do, not just because it's her job.

I think I'm in love with her. Not romantically, but sapiosexually (yes, that's a word, spell-checker; go update yourself). It was extremely ( Read more... )

Feeling so insecure about my thesis play right now. What if it sucks? What if it's too corny and cheesy? What if it turns out to be just a cheap imitation of something that has already been done (successfully)? What if it isn't at par with the "strive for excellence" motto of my university ( Read more... )

The meeting with my thesis adviser got postponed from last Wednesday to yesterday. I remember being too exhausted to be nervous. We talked about "Collection" first and then we got interrupted by one of her Intro to Theatre students. They talked for a while and afterwards, the student left and my adviser and I got back to my thesis. The first thing ( Read more... )

It's done it's done it's done! Act One is done! Finally! Woohoo! I was cold reading it a while ago to see how long it takes and it gave me a lump in my throat towards the end. I'm not sure though if it's because I've just realized how personal the piece turned out to be or because of sheer relief. Whatever the reason my be, I'm so happy it's done ( Read more... )

It is past one in the morning and instead of sleep or, I don't know, continue writing my thesis play I guess, I am practicing walking in five-inch heels because I have to wear a pair on stage and I AM TERRIFIED. This is not the kind of stuff I am good at. And did I mention that I would also be wearing a really tight, short dress along with the five ( Read more... )