My original title was meant to be �Research on Men’s Incapability to Function as a Fully Logical Human,� however, it was going to ruin my layout, and I wouldn�t really let male chauvinism ruin any part of me (and my blog), so there. He he.

My idle time at the thesis section this afternoon paid off, me thinks. I was able to trip on this queer-titled undergrad thesis �The Filipino �Sugar-Daddy�� done by Ma. Elena P. Leviste and Bernadette Katigbak, under the Behavioral Sciences Department at DLSU-Manila. Printed around 1980.

Amazingly focusing on males� chauvinism (someone actually heaved their common female sense away and DID a paper on polygamous males!), the paper�s related literature told specific points on how and why males develop this urge of conquering infidelity. The first point bordered on the nurturing stage of a male child, that if the child had a domineering father, when he (it) grows up he would have no problems assuming his rightful (?) role as the head of the family. However, if the mother is a dominatrix (and such is the case when stupid males wed sensible women), the child would have problems looking for an archetype–the dominant father that he was �meant� to grow up as. Therefore, when the child grows up, he would �naturally� try to flee from the grasp of their own wives.

The second point�and this is more believable, by the way�is the Don Juan syndrome. What is that? Read this quote I took the liberty to copy for my readers� own edification (and gratification):

�Psychiatrists have said that men have latent homosexual tendencies which sometimes later in their life they will tend to disapprove.

Psychiatrists call these men as having �homosexual panic.� They have strains of deep, buried homosexuality in them and they want to disprove it by a variety of heterosexual performances. They are sometimes referred to also as �sexual athletes�, for they jump from one woman to another. They also believe that the fabled lover Don Juan was a latent homosexual.�

This is clinical. Take that, Eric James. And to you chauvinist people. MWAHAHA!!

2:19 in the morning. Grind na naman ako while listening to Pachelbel’s Canon by George Winston, an instrumental used in the movie My Sassy Girl. Nagtatapos ng mga articles na dapat tapusin. I pointedly switched my coffee to caffeinated; afraid I’d plop down on the keyboard if I stayed on my usual anti-neurosis habit of “lusting for the taste of coffee” (my dad’s words) with decaf as a supplement. I looked up the contents of caffeine. Apparently, I have inside my body approximately 8 Carbons, 10 Hydrogens, 2 Oxygens, plus water. As if that’s not enough, the dictionary declared it as a stimulating drug. I’m officially a drug addict.

Kasalanan ko rin naman ito. Inuna ko kasi mga projects ko, eh. *laughs*

Everyone’s asleep. Even that F4 looking guy from Rizal na katext ko lang kanina. Later, if he does go by his words and do attend their weekly meeting, I can almost imagine he’d be looking fresh, vibrant, with practically no trace of restlessness. Of course, I’d be the anti-thesis. I plan not to sleep anymore: I have an interview for an Investigative Journalism project at 8am with a prominent gay professor from some department Manuel L. Quezon would have been the dean of if he were alive. I can’t be absent, I’m the script writer–the questions would be coming from me. At 1pm, I’d have another interview, then the rest of the afternoon would be spent just writing and doing revisions. We’d hopefully start on our survey today, and hopefully, I’d be able to get a shot of my self for my website in IT. How apt that I have the convenience brought about by a digicam, and yet I still can’t get myself to pose for my own project site. I’m envisioning more javascripts for that. And CSS revisions too.

Oh well. At least the chapters 1-3 of our thesis were finally approved. (yay!) One tab off my now drooping shoulders.

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In the middle of writer’s block, I actually decided to check my Friendster account. The thought of deleting it crossed my mind since I barely check it now, but being the techie geek that I am, I decided not to (besides, I’m giving you guys the gratification of being my “friend,” he he). Mildly surprised to find out I still get invites and messages (Message 02: “Hoy! I-add mo naman ako!” Message 03 [from the same person]: Huy, ano ba?! Letse, I-add mo naman ako. Buhay ka pa ba?” Both amazingly written in a happy tone) from people.

I decided to find the page of someone I missed; slightly surprised to even find out he had one (just some impression that he wouldn�t). From the other people�s testimonials for him he proved to be a really amazing guy…except testimonials aren’t really that reliable sometimes because, well, it’s just plain ass-kissing. But it was fun to read them anyway. Also realized I haven’t done a testimonial for anyone for months. I have a penchant for writing �ber-long paragraphs for testimonials, so I guess that’s a factor for making me lazy, leaving me three or four people on my list whom I haven’t posted any testimonials to despite my promise.

I checked out the page of the person whom I have given the longest testimonial to. Funny. What I have written was half inversely proportional to what I’m feeling for him right now. Oh, I still do mean what I said. I just…couldn’t decipher how someone I noted so highly could make me feel this way–disgustedly disappointed.

I felt the urge to write someone a testimonial, but I stifled it with more coffee. Druggy. Have to finish something, so I closed the page hastily. I plan to resume my testimonial writing when I get some free time this sembreak. Hey, I have a great Idea: why don’t you�yes, you, dear reader�write me a testimonial now? Come on. I promise to conjure up something so beautiful for you, although it would be so blatantly ass-kissing. He he. Kidding.

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I’m missing people too much. I miss the people I have had “mind-puking” with over coffee (nice term, huh?). People I share boisterous laughter with. I’m just too busy becoming an academic recluse.