When you hear the music, you dance. There will be cheers, jeers, nonchalance and whatnot. But don't fret; don't even stop. When the dance is through, you can take on whatever music life gives you.

THESIS ADVICE: PAANO MAGHANAP NG TOPIC?

Hindi naman talaga mahirap gumawa ng thesis. 

Wow! Bonggang intro noh? haha! But seriously, it really isn't hard provided, ofcourse, that you're workng with

1)matitinong ka-groupmates,

2)masipag na adviser/s, at

3)espiritong determinadong maka-gradweyt!

If you fall short in any of these, d'yan mo masasabing "Gosh! This is so mahirap!"

Otherwise, you'll do just fine. :)

Granting that you have met the 3 requisites already (a group, an adviser, and yourself), WHAT NEXT?

As the title suggests, FIND A TOPIC?

There are many ways to find a topic. I have known a lot who were able to come up with a topic through different means: years and years of thorough thinking, suggestion, checking the web, by chance, or being-pressured-to-study-suggested-topics-by-their-over-zealous-parents-who-wish-their-children-were-in-harvard-but-had-to-settle-with-highly-accredited-schools-in-the-locality...among others. So you see? There are many ways. To each his own, so to speak.

But before you say, "walang kwentang write-up naman to! So paano nga kami makakapili?!"

Calm your you-know-whats! Relax ka lang d'yan. I will help you.:) 

Here goes:

In finding a topic, what you ought to do (as you've always done in all other academic undertakings) is THINK! Yes, think. Gather your groupmates and brainstorm. Payo ko lang, kapag nagbi-brainstorm na, h'wag naman puro chika lang ng chika. Kung pupwede, mag-assign ng Sgt. at Arms sa grupo para s'yang taga-saway!

On a sheet of paper, write ALL possible topics that come to mind. Write it all down regardless of how ridiculous you think it is (who knows? The craziest idea could win you the "Grand Thesis Award". Kung mangangambisyon ka rin lang naman, lubos -lubosin mo na!). BUT limit yourself to the things that is OF INTEREST to you personally. 

So by now, may listahan na kayo (ala listahan ng mga pangalan ng mga kaklase mong umuutang sayo na di pa nagbabayad.*ehem-parinig-ehem*)

When you've written down all of the suggestions, run through them and, as a group, put them in order according to the most interesting. Remember, this time, you order them according to interest AS A GROUP. H'wag makipag-away para lang masunod ang gusto. Kaya nga GROUP THESIS diba?! Kung di mo carry ang mag-accede sa desisyon ng grupo, nag-solo ka nalang sana!

After which, you eliminate those which you think are not feasible for study or have already been studied before (unless you think a restudy of the topic could be had due to significant developments). This then will require you to do research to see if materials for your prospective topic is available or if your prospective topic would duplicate an already existing one. Better yet, humingi ka ng advice sa adviser mo! Para ano pa't naging adviser n'yo yan kung wala siyang ikaka-advise sa inyo.

Sa stage na ito, elimination nalang ang gawin nyo. Tanggalin na ang mga di n'yo trip, may sabit, or walang kakwenta2(kasali na dito yung ridiculous na idea na nanatiling riduculous til the end---di nag-evolve into brilliancy). Kung ano yung natira, yun ang WAGI! 

Basta, maging open kayo sa mga mungkahi. H'wag selfish! Dahil pagdating sa Panel Defense, kelangan mo ng matibay na hukbo ng sandatahang lakas. HAHA! Sa battlefield, pare, di pupwedeng ikaw lang ang may alam kasi ikaw lang ang gumawa ng thesis kasi ikaw lang ang interesado! HAHA Dahil kung ganun, goodluck nalang kung di ka bigyan ng award with matching background music na "all by myself" by mariah carey... dahil, pare... Oo na! ikaw na! Ikaw na ang bida! hahahaha!

Para sa mga katanungan, mag-message lang.

Dressed to the nines. Dressed to thine eynes. :)

I am not into clothes. Not that I have anything against anyone who is; I think that's perfectly fine. Clothes are after all among the basic physiological needs of man based on Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs.

What I am trying to say is that I am not into the whole 'trending' thing.  I am not as conscious with choosing designs of clothes that fit the era as much as I am conscious with the minutes left before the microwave dings.  Don't hate me just yet... there are types of clothes, I admit, I like and  there are types of clothes I'd derisively crunch my nose at for being horrific. BUT if someone is going to ask me about fashion advice, I would shirk away because I do not think I have the authority to solicit one.

I have been told by a couple of people, however, that I have a good collection of clothes, which I would have to say I personally think is true. But I do not arrogantly pride myself of them because I did not choose them myself. In fact, I did not even buy them for I don't have the money (real talk). The truth is, most of it are just gifts to me from my sister Anne. My sister runs this online shop and whenever she tasks me to reship the items, she gives me clothes as a reward for a job well done. The perk of having a sister who sells  good quality chic clothes, I have to say.

Then whenever I have to go out or go to school, my other sister, Joyce, picks out the clothes, matches them up and lets me wear them. She is basically my wardrobe consultant (if I may call her that).

So there goes the truth. I am no better than the mannequin behind the glass window, who awaits for the personnel to dress her up. My sisters are the ones with the sense of fashion; not me (this is without prejudice to those who think otherwise---I respect your opinion over the matter).  I even always recommend my sister's shop to my friends who would ask me about where I got my clothes.  She's been my--- how do I call her--- sponsor since I could remember. Here are a few of the many clothes she sells on her shop and the year I got them: 

Honoring of New lawyers 2011

2012

Graduates' Convocation Ball 2011

College of Arts and Sciences Retro-themed Big Day 2011

Mass Communication Tribute to Graduates 2009

2009

So for the years of wardrobe support *teehee*, Thank you, Sis! Mwah! Mwah! Keep it coming. hahaha!

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Si l'amour devait avoir un visage, il porterait le tien. (Victor Hugo)

No you're not! ^_^

Letter to Soul

Maybe it’s because I don’t know where I stood in your life or whether I even really had a place to stand in to begin with. It felt like I was suspended in mid-air on a pole, a thousand feet off the ground. The uncertainty was one thing, being left alone was a different matter entirely. I was scared. What was even more poignant was the fact that it was you who put me there.

Did you have any idea how I felt as I waited for you with nothing but the hope I personally weaved myself and none of the assurance you should have given me? I struggled to pacify myself the entire time you chose to abandon me while trying my best not to go crazy at the thought that you didn’t have the care in the world. But I could never find it in myself to hate you because my heart dictated otherwise.

God knows I reached out to you. My effort proved futile, however, because you found it suitable to ignore me. 

Have you ever thought about how hard it was for a girl like me to spend that long a period of time, hoping over something with no one else to assure her but herself?

Chances. We are only afforded a few.

I suppose that’s why it took me quite some time to let it go… because I knew I might never have the chance to be with you again if I gave up on you. So I waited.

But it takes two to tango so to speak. The wait is senseless if no one wanted to come back. Although it was hard, I stopped the dance and left the dancefloor. I must have looked stupid dancing alone after all.

But I believe no heartache is left in vain. A person hurt is bettered because he knows now what others ought not to feel; he will then not dare cause it.

In that light, I ask for forgiveness for I know I caused you the same torment and I never, in a million years, wanted you to go through anything like that. I am not without fault. I must have somehow caused you some discomfort for you too are human and is susceptible to some degree of pain. I would never wish pain upon you, all the more intentionally cause it. I apologize, nonetheless.

I still care for you and I will never stop doing so. In fact, I miss you. I guess that’s how it just is whether I like it or not. I have never lied to you about anything, not even about my feelings, which is probably why I always clearly knew what you were and always are to me. I am not in the business of denying any of it although I know I am no longer permitted to pursue it. I still wish you the good things.

I now stand somewhere; I am certain where I am. I am at that place where, even if I am at risk as I were on that pole I used to stand in, I am not scared anymore. I feel safe now.

My heart is at peace and I can now look at you with eyes of tenderness and platonic affection… and none of the sorrow.

But, dear, you don't understand!

The thrill I feel  when I get new eyeglasses is similar to that when you get a new dress. (Plus it's banana republic).

So yeah! It's midnight and I'm going to show it off. Sue me!

These are two of my professors. As to who they are, you go and guess. I don't know if it's just me or drawing them while they're discussing really makes me retain the lesson more effectively. Anyhow, I have come to believe it does.

I enjoy drawing my professors. Don't get me wrong, these aren't caricatures or mockeries of them. These are simple drawings. "Why do I draw them?", you may ask. Let me tell you.

In drawing them I get to see something other students don't seem to notice. Their subtle quirks perhaps, or the way the lines on their forehead seem to appear and reappear, or the gentle manner they press their lips together in mid-sentence, or the gradual gliding of their glasses down their nose, or the sudden (if not startling) movement their ears make, or the crease on the side of their mouths, or the scar on their cheeks, or their prominent dimple, or their constellation of moles, or their chiseled nose,or their divided chin, or their shy lashes, or their receding hairline, or their arching brows.

DETAILS.

When I look at them---not just stare at them---, I see the details... and then I wonder what makes them so. Their story, surely they have one... And as I put those details into paper, I feel as though their stories are passing through my pencil. Every line, every shade, and every stroke I render, makes me feel like I am telling their stories... although not really.

And when I am done, I see them differently. They become paradoxically familiar yet unknown to me. As though I've seen more of them yet they became more enigmatic. It's like seeing one phase of a cube and knowing the existence of the rest yet remaining clueless as to what they are.

So every time my pencill kisses my paper for the last time, I'd stare down at the face I have come to draw and I say, "nice to meet you."