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.