This post is a breath of relief :)

The last blog post I did before this is a list of songs on my thesis playlist. And I am very happy to tell you that together with hard work, determination, and the grace of God, that playlist did its job of letting me pwn own it. As in own it REAL HARD.

After working overtime since who-knows-when, Chun-Li finally gets a rest :)

Yes, that thesis that I have ranted about for so long is already done—and on time. Those angst-ridden posts about respondents not responding and whatnot are the testaments of the long and ever-so-winding road to God’s ultimate miracle. I don’t know how things happened, or how I managed to get out of that tangle that I did myself, or whether it was really me who got me out of that chaos. One thing’s for sure: if it’s not because of an awesome God, then I don’t know who else would do it for me.

If there are things that working on this thesis taught me real hard, it’s not about those complicated theories or confusing paradigms. Nor it was actually about constructing a foolproof framework for the defense that would get away with the panelists. What I have actually learned from thesis is that good things come to those who wait, pray, and don’t give up. I have learned that if you set your priorities straight, learn to be patient, trust in the Lord, keep asking, never stop believing, and do all that you can, the stars will collide and agree with what you are working on (drama!). Show them your best game face. Make them realize you’re dead serious about this.

Another thing--a supportive adviser and loving friends will help you get through.

And finally, that baller band that I’ve been wearing for a month now finally made sense. I’m almost there. Just a few more toga fittings, sablay shopping, clearance signing, and shoe scouting, and it would be 4.15.11, the day that I graduate. This is by far the greatest achievement I ever had—typical of a mediocre 20-year old girl like me who is suffering from quarter-life crisis (we’ll talk about that on another post) to say, but yes, I have learned more about the real world in the past semester than I did in my previous years.

With Mavic and Eya, finally at the last stretch to getting an undergraduate degree.

I hope I did enough to make my parents proud—and to prove that God’s hand is always at work. Those little things that I used to call ‘dark moments’ were stepping stones to God’s miracle that I will always tell of.

There it goes--my hardbound blood, sweat, and tears, finally submitted to my adviser's desk.

And to you: I barely made it, but I did. I hope I will be someone you can be proud of someday. The determination I have learned from doing this is teaching me to not give up on you as well. Thank you for everything, even those you never thought you did.