Nope, not a blog post, just a journal entry of sorts

   Unfortunately, this isn't much of a thought-provoking piece. Not that I have a lot of those, but then this is more journal-y than some of my recent musings. I have this habit that I begin to write blog entries when my fingers can't write anything substantial for my requirements, most I don't publish.

   I have about 10 pending topics in my blog drafts, and these were things that seemed like good ideas when they came to me. Now those untended topics are just staring at me, taunting. Hello, Jo. How ya doin'? It's the same with my to-do list. And my calendar. I have 9 pending essays to write for the week, 2 exams, a feasib defense, and...well the rest is org work. Those unfinished duties are hovering in my face, limp but menacing.

   No this isn't one of my drive-less days. I have been filled with so much drive the past weeks, or few months probably, in spite of my sinusoidal moments and moods. Now just probably is a burned-out state that just happened to be right smack in the middle of hell week(s(ssssss)).  I did manage to finish my thesis a couple of days ago though--by the way THAT was an achievement, and I couldn't have done it without so many of my dear friends, two of you even manage to find yourselves here quite often (you know who you are, do not deny it). So yes, thank you, so so so much. I digress.

   Ah, drive. Yes, drive. It must be my tired haggard state, this lack of writing motivation at the moment. Or maybe my sipag mode has reached an impasse. One could only burn so many midnight candles. The drive I have for living* and smiling and such is there, I know it is. The drive I need to to write these darned essays and papers however is just ungraspable at the moment. Maybe when it hits me that I need to pound these keys for my grades it'll just flow naturally. Begrudgingly, perhaps.

   But there are just so many other things I really want to write about, so many thoughts I want to concretize albeit through words. Heck, I've begun to consider being a serious writer. There are just too many stories to tell, too many concepts to discuss, too many musings to muse about. I will write once I get to finish all of these hovering limp menacing in-your-facers. Oh boy, where do I even begin. But let's not go there yet, hotcakes. Bio 1 beckons.

   I'm just probably tired. Eh. Cuddle-contemplate-tulog weather be damned, you're not helping at all.
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*Living, loosely used term in this context. I am reiterating that I am not sad, at least not at the moment.

PS
     I would like to express my deepest gratitude to my friends—without them I wouldn’t have much of a thesis to write. Thanks to Jaime and DJ for being the best trio-mates in the world, my very own “puyat squad”. Thank you to Gian and Pao, for the statistics help that Burkley could not provide even if he wanted to (BLB). Thanks to the Boy-Wonder-slash-Dark-Knight, Romeo Ben, for being my data encoder helper, pre-test companion, “puyat mate”, and proofreader, among others. Thank you Andrew, for letting me use your laptop at the last minute when mine simply gave up so close to the deadline. And thank you to UP Industrial Engineering Club, without which I might have buckled under pressure, trese style—thank you for the inspiration.