After flunking a 4-unit major, falling under probationary status (and getting this close to getting kicked out of the School of Economics), falling from magna cum laude to cum laude standing, hating, loving, and then hating Business Economics some more, it's over ( Read more... )

Not that anyone would care or understand BUT I've gotten over my STATA ineptitude and brain wave drought! I finally kicked the blooming program in its virtual nuts!!! It's three in the bloody morning and I was supposed to be done making my thesis presentation two hours ago but my brain won't stop until I cleaned out the model thoroughly. At least ( Read more... )

You know what's painful? My Filipino balarila. It's absolutely HORRENDOUS.

I tried sending Anton a text message in profound Tagalog tantamount to a Sulating Pormal. After about writing down five words, I realized my vocabulary was not only limited but also confused. I couldn't remember what "inaasam" meant -- I thought it was some sour description ( Read more... )

My brain is FRIED. Not that I'm really complaining about James -- he can be a helpful, conversational thesis partner -- but after writing about 9 out of the 11 pages of our related literature, I think I deserve a rest next week from the literature revision. The only problem is, writing an intense paper for me is like a cheese. It ripens better as ( Read more... )

I would just like to say that I was on a week-long high and now I'm crashing. It feels like I'm in two daunting situations at once: I'm at the end of the road AND I'm facing a five-way diversion.

Oh well. I need a hug. :(

I hate not having enough distractions to stop me from checking my phone every five minutes hoping you'd text and say sorry and that you made a big mistake.

But then, John Mayer's knocking some sense into me. When my loneliness is through, I'm gonna find another you.

I hate relationships. They always make you feel so intoxicated. It's like you can't live without the other. And once it's over, all you've left is a mess of things and no one but yourself.

My dad used to tell me not to get Architecture because the industry had no money and was hard. My mother showed minimal support whenever I'd pop up an illustration in high school. I believed them, that it was all hard, and that I wasn't good enough to survive it. It's funny, I grew up in a home full of artistically-inclined people. Everyone is just ( Read more... )

I'm extremely surprised that I've suddenly taken a liking to Bath and Body's Warm Vanilla Sugar. When I was a kid, my cousin used to wear this offensive vanilla perfume all over her body that I ended up trying not to breathe when she was around. I grew up hating the smell because of her. Even my sister couldn't stand it. But recently, I went as far ( Read more... )

I never knew doing book illustrations could be this tedious. Unlike last year's commission, this one's complete with a story line. I have to worry about its layout in the book and sometimes end up increasing the number of pages to illustrate. It's fun, only, my bed's stained with color pigments. I hope Anton gets a really good grade for his thesis ( Read more... )