last time i wrote an entry was a few days before school. now i type an entry a few weeks after the start of school. and i can describe my last few weeks in a word: CRAZY.
. i have to write my thesis proposal this term. THIS TERM. i have to write and submit my thesis proposal in the next 11 weeks or else i fail the class. and i don't even have a concrete idea or thesis statement yet. but no, it is still not the time to panic. i still have 11 weeks to think of a topic, research on every single freaking question or detail the panel would most likely ask me about, and submit an astounding thesis proposal. hmm.. not bad. not bad at all. if i had the mind of einstein. but no, i have to come up with something soon. because the clock's ticking and i still have no idea on what i'm supposed to do (hey, that sounded like a line from a song.. cooL! pwede na akong songwriter!) i don't know how i'm going to set a play in, i dunno, a different era or something. it's like setting 'the importance of being earnest' in african template. hahahahaha :) where the monkeys talk to each other.. hahaha :) now, i'm undoubtedly insane.
.. aside from the thesis proposal, we have an upcoming production to trouble ourselves with. yes, the undying power of THE BIRDS. i have been a student-who-wants-nothing-to-do-with-the-play to the stage manager to the production manager. tsk tsk tsk. well, i welcome the opportunity and all, but i don't know if i can handle the load. wah. ack. erk. blag. poof. and production manager! God help me. this prodcution isn't like any other typical production. no, what's exciting about this production is that it's a mixture of black light theater, animation, dance, and live action. yeah, it's cool. but it's hard and time consuming as well.
... as if the being part of the play wasn't enough, one of my professors assigned me to organize the field trip we'll be having this coming february. i welcome the acknowledgement and duty, but the problem is... i only know one-fourth of the class. the three-fourths... i thought that we had this bond that we only had during our class. okay, PR skills to be put to use once again. oh bloody hell. but i guess organizing a field trip wouldn't be that hard... it's just the bus, the places we're going to, the food, the itinerary, the contact nos. of my classmates (i don't even know their names!)... yeah, it'll be easy. this wouldn't have been endowed upon me if i didn't know what to do. waaaaah!!!!!!
.... and i still have to sit through my 6-9 classes. i'm guessing one of my professor's favorite dish is FROTHY delight. yeah, his saliva froths up in the corners of his mouth every time he talks. one word: yuck. and as if that wasn't enough, he has this weird way of talking. my friends and i have been intellectually debating on whether he was once a poor person (as in squatter) or if he was just really maltreated financially. plus, we're actually getting used to him and not actually laugh out loud in front of him. we have mastered the power of CONTROL.
..... and one of my professors actually told us he'd drop us if we came to class unprepared again... waaaah!!!! but the topics he gives us are hard... and... and... and... we can't understand every single thing... and... and... and... i'm dead meat if i don't master my report for next week...
...... breathe. breathe. breathe. i'm heaving.
....... at least i have a subject that actually required us to watch POTC2 so that we can discuss the cinematography in class. least it's something i'm gonna love doing. except for the fact that it's cinematography. and POTC2? i think most scenes were CG generated (did i say it correctly?) or green-screened. i mean, i have no doubt brokeback mountain's cinematography is to die for but the prof doesn't want to watch the movie. oh well, professor's orders. me? i just want to enjoy the show :) and, well, take note of some shots that look interesting. :)
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myself
- esa
- i am someone who is delusional at times. someone who seeks for attention of others. someone who suffers from middle-child syndrome. someone who sees depression as an inspiration for writing. a poet. an emotional kid. but an optimist at the same time. weird. but true.
abandoned boots
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