Yes, I realize how contradictory the title is, but bear with me here. I feel like talking a bit, especially now that the issues my house’s phone lines have been suffering were resolved (for the moment).
I just spent the good bit of the afternoon looking through the Kultura shop at SM Mall of Asia, and comparing the prices of the woodcraft-based kitchenware they had on sale. Why, you might ask? Simply put, it’s something me and my two friends decided on as a wedding gift. Y’see, the last member of our quartet–who is living in San Francisco–is getting married soon, and we wanted to give something that was not only of practical use to a newlywed couple (or at the very least looked very nice as a mantlepiece display), but also has that Filipino flavor. All that we need to do now, aside from actually buying the dining set and having it wrapped, is what kind of tree the plates and bowls would be made out of. It sounds silly, I know, but it’s important as the material used influences the price; a plate made out of the kamagong tree is much more expensive than a plate of the same size made out of, say, wood from the acacia or mango tree.
I’m still waiting for the reply of my two friends, but the decision has to be done before the end of the week, as the sister of our expatriate friend is leaving on the third of August; that means that our little gift has to be wrapped and ready before that time.
This is on top of the painting I’ve managed to do on my Cato Sicarius stand-in during the morning — all I need to do is touch-up and highlighting. Oh, and the re-purposing of those old ideas from my high school and university years is coming along quite well too. Indeed, the picture included in this post is one of the results of that. I have to say, Miyuu has never quite looked as good as she is now. Funny how more than a decade influences one’s drawing style…
Sounds like a productive use of my time, yes? When compared to the literal lazy day that was my birthday, I mean. Well, it was time well-spent alright, but it wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing; at this point, my very VERY important paper on Banyaga still remains unwritten, and the pressure is building, especially since it’s supposed to be a Master’s degree-length paper. Meaning at least twenty pages of critical academic insight.
And I haven’t even typed down a single word of it.
This is on top of the fact that there’s also another unrelated assignment for the same subject for this week, never mind the revisions I need to do on much of the poems in my folio in preparation for the out-of-town Workshop for my Poetry class.
This… is no longer simply procrastination. It’s running away from the harsh reality of academia. I’m reminded suddenly of that one episode of Lucky Star, where Konata, while talking to Kagami on the phone, mentions the odd little things one does to avoid studying for one’s exams (like cleaning one’s room despite the fact that the exam is VERY important), only now it’s less funny when I’m the one doing it.