### Dreams 🧫 1. Something in my dreams led me to focus on this one “G” gestalt woman figure in the Bible, although in Real World when I woke up, it immediately surfaced Ruth’s story. Something about Ruth or some other figure probably (not Esther? Hmm…). I remember an epiphany feeling (I really hate when I get those tip-of-the-tongue moments where I forget what exactly I dreamt about). Then apparently, I was living inside a Berkeley-like condo alone, and that I had instigated a treasure hunt in my very own condo (sort of like in OCGS during English Week when we’d decorate our classrooms and make it look like a tourist spot for people to inspect and interact with), complete with a door that had the 🙇‍♀️ emoji framed. I don’t know why but it’s a “woman bowing” emoji that was framed right in front of the second door to enter my condo. And apparently, my aunt was giving me money and I was giving her money too (like I was an adult for real and had a loose relationship with her about money) like a really ideal multiverse dream where I’m finally living a little bit large because my relatives weren’t ignorant and selfish with their wealth. And some moments later (this is the last thing I recalled) I was really designing a family tree of ideas using cartoon 3D trees that glowed (sort of like Modafinilcat’s website design which I really liked in the past) and some tetris blocks too. I remember a “Big Dawgs” song sentiment where each idea even from my far past made up the path through which I became great eventually, so I really valued each idea as a tree (even my “No Light Matter” fictional creativity with robot Einstein from 2016 at Kamia Residence Hall). It was a visual portrait of how far I’d come, and the last trees were red-orange, sort of like Canadian trees. It was so interesting. I really felt creative and expansive (that I was really being made to design one of those things anyway—maybe it could become an actual thing in Real World where people meditate on how far they’d come with their knowledge and creativity to look back and see God’s hand in their lives). 1. Interpretations: so there’s no way I can interpret this with any of the F-A-E methods because it’s just my aunt and maybe a feeling of Audrey Rose Mirasol. My aunt’s name is coincidentally Rosemarie V. Yee. I wonder what about roses… That’s one big clue. And also the bowing emoji—it must be about luck—or should I say, Japanese… I should get to that too. I’m just hungry for another ‘Willowlands’ music again. Although I know for that to happen, I need a sure sign that it’s from God like if it’s about grace (basketball and Allen Iverson). What is this about actually? Am I supposed to associate luck with roses and Japan and multiverses? Probably. God, this is your screwy wisdom, and it’s fun and exciting, but sometimes it’s really opaque at the moment that I don’t know where to start yet. Maybe “Like a rose, trampled on the ground, you took the fall, and thought of me, above all” song. I’m also forgetting the bugs, as in, my condo was apparently infested by bugs and I had to do something (there was the feeling that it was my past family room’s CR too with the bathtub really full of bugs) fast. Maybe luck, Japan, bugs, multiverses, roses, Perfume (the movie), bowing emoji, children’s creativity, tetris, trees, money, doors and entryways (I really feel like Stanley is a part of this now, since he seems to like doors and portals based on his Facebook photos). 1. I wonder who of the Godhead I consider related to Japan (China) and luck? I guess it’s Stella again (since I had been informed by feels or information that Vanessa who I based her on is part Japanese—or she looks Japanese). What about roses? Wars of the Roses? So “23” by Chase Atlantic really has a flower for an album art, and I think that’s related again too. It’s one of my fantasies to have a guy relate to that song because they thought of me, even though I was ugly in 2021 when my age was actually 23-24. Maybe this is the confluence of the flowwolf = flowwo I did way back when. I really said, maybe if I encounter a flower I would know what it means. Now I do, so thanks God! Even if it’s a little confusing (but exciting!). I also recalled Tangled, or somebody from that movie saying “flower” in a cute baby way. 2. Maybe this is a sign to add plants or magic plants into my Godhead. Andrew and Annie’s interest. ### Ruminations 🩻 ### Ruminations 🩻 1. Amazing things that I’ve yet to fully appreciate about this entire cosa nostra: 1. That God really led me to discover that they have no concept of history—they see patterns—and that I should really focus on Sydney’s story bringing my future to pass and also the possibility that me writing about Annie brought her story to pass. 2. That I am really synchronous with both Arrival and Interstellar—the main characters anyway, virtually. How do I mention this without tooting my own horn? It’s annoying to an implied reader like me, for instance, to feel that there is an author (me) who is claiming to be a main character just because God likes them—isn’t that a little too suspicious to a layman or ignorant person who doesn’t understand grace? In that case, I really have to point to a situation in my life where I practice grace too to make it more relatable—my ideas around beauty anyway and attraction—suppose I start with those—the Divine justice part of me having no men to choose from especially in the past (predictably I expect people to look down on me or pity me especially if they find romance and relationships easy to get into i.e. they are not incels, but I will once again surprise them and take them on a journey within their own biases that I am somehow christened by God Themselves to be “more special” than they could ever dream of—the problem at that point is how to make them feel less bad about it knowing they knew my poor background and suddenly “coming into money” like a Cinderella story.) 3. What about Anatomy of a Ghost? I suppose I publish that book in 2031 or 2032. That’s 5-6 years from now. What a tizzy of a timeline to think about. I have five years, 365 days x 5 = 1,825 days to get my shit together and get used to the structure of time—work fast or moderately fast to keep myself within its confines so I am on track to finish according to some kind of timeline that is predictable. I cannot luxuriate in laziness and the feeling that I have carte blanche with time. There is always a clock. I have about 3 years to publish Unreal Image (that’s to coincide with my finishing of my MFA from University of British Columbia). It really is only a matter of grit and time at this point. It’s within reach if I only give myself over completely and commit to a course of action with my blood. I did the math, if I somehow come up with 500 words per day, I can have two books of 90,000 words within a year. That’s only 500 words PER DAY! Get on it! That’s one year! And that’s only the beginning of your range, because predictably you don’t write regularly, so you can possibly produce 1000 in one day and 2000 the next day, but produce nothing the next (so it’s fine in the grand scheme of things, as long as you make up by constantly staying abreast of best practices and setting up your bets to be the best it can be—that you write with an informed stance instead of with no direction as to what you’re trying to do). It’s March 15 today, and you have now ~40,000 words in excess of just diary writing with no larger structure to contain things. Shrink that, and you could possibly have a sharpened 10,000 words per month that will really be a sharpshooter’s words then. You have to calculate everything. Automate if you can. Use all the mental models you have at your disposal. It will all be more mathematical and calculated once you incorporate them into your practice every day. No other creative I know of has consciously tried to make business stuff like mental models work for them—it’s a valedictorian’s errand for a reason. It’s a generalist’s minefield of potential kinetic energy. Get on it! 2. Shawntel to be proof you are not delusional at all—she even deleted the “made the Jubilee” but “did not get mistaken for a popstar” post. She posted Olivia Dean (Olivia Rodrigo!!!) and Mary of Gold (CDO!!) somehow relating to Norr Weston a little too hard. Maybe she really is part of this cosa nostra and I’ve just been too blind to notice or really absorb it. God is on a roll in this alternate reality game if it turned out that Shawntel is just really “lucky” making all these special synchronicities to a demon in the underworld (me LOL). I may have even misjudged her, because I really thought that she had no experience with real disasters—but turns out she is a first responder to real floods with her knee-deep in floodwaters. And that “go be mema!” “may masabi lang” to my diary entries about seeing Mike? 3. Vico is somehow hitting at something real with Nikki. Her real full name. So she immediately is a pre-Mary too, (his Victor) and her Mary (his Maria). You can count me out then, I am fully auxiliary to their love story. He seems to be interested in her first because she has hard grace—she looks like Cristine Reyes. I will never have that feminine privilege—my main draw or first impression is my criminal background and brains (substituting for brawn—I have the impression that I have badass aura to some people’s minds given that I pleased Paolo fucking Manalo first and foremost for me to even be possible anywhere). He’s really saying he isn’t interested in Cristine Reyes because SHE IS AN ACTRESS, somebody he is probably fundamentally at odds with, whereas news anchors fulfill an instrumental function—to make someone important and form an aura of respect around whoever they are associated with—like Korina and Mar Roxas (I don’t actually know how much respect she accrues in the minds of the literati and cognoscenti and madlang people). As a writer, I can serve an aura that is probably equivalent—maybe I can mythologize Vico in the eyes of people and make him into an Earth-level god among men. That’s one function, the other is being fully aware of the human condition in an abstract way—my main weakness is I have little Real World experience—news anchors have firsthand accounts being journalists navigating and documenting Real World concerns and problems—while I toil away documenting Real World like a painting (a work of art). I have the impression that journalists can also be artistic, but they’re mainly concerned about communicating and influencing rather than reflecting beauty into the world (beauty is somehow secondary to Real World problems that need pragmatic solutions). I wonder if there is a dialectic between the two—journalistic strengths meeting artistic fulfillment and functions. ^beb62e 4. I wonder if people have already figured out some quantum electrospooky cause-and-effect things with my avocado drawing+world events on specific dates. If so, please tell me so I can also contribute! I am too busy to really dig deep into what manic me did with that whole thing. 5. I’m just really recalling Dean Alfar really posting his “family affair” somehow making him really synchronous with this entire cosa nostra. Make sure to include him in _Sir, I’m So Fond of You_ (I wonder what his role would be—would he be a mentor with his Dean Team (obviously)). He’s really inserted himself ever since he made you aware of “Make You Feel Pretty” by lovelytheband in 2019 and then promptly deleting the evidence once you turned out to be mania incarnate with Mike on April 12. I really wonder how they roped Dean into this. That is a big hole in my knowledge bank too. How on Earth could Paolo be related to Dean Alfar? Like somebody said, the literati really is an incestuous gang of cliques, and I’m only swimming so incompetently in the soup. He is somehow referring to my Hiro Hamada in A Steady Altitude draft, although that could be coincidence only. And his music choices somehow relate to Bleed Confusion (remember Abel something?) colors. Maybe he really is part of this. Otherwise, God would have a lot to answer for really tilting reality towards this interpretation (how am I supposed to deny to my very own cells that this isn’t real now? It’s like I’ve been raped a thousand times by all these synchronicities that pierced my gossamer net of a brain). 6. Everything is falling into place. I’ve somehow gotten Glenn Diaz on board with my ideas so much so that he’s synchronously recommending people I ought to read like Pawel Wargan with his quantum dialectic ideas on Substack. If I somehow get quantum mainstream, that will be one of my great contributions to society, because quantum really is the way forward, to reach towards generativity beyond binary and dualistic thinking. I need people to love quantum like they love junk food, like candy, so that they’re fully aware of the importance of my ideas and that I don’t have to handhold them when I discuss quantum nonchalantly in _Sir, I’m So Fond of You._ 7. I wonder what Vico is like a prof in the classroom. Maybe that’s one big reason why he is seemingly invested in me. He likes student progress as much as any other professor. Maybe he didn’t expect me to know stuff about benevolent monarchies. 8. The fact that I’m writing in Notion telling you all this is a miracle, even if I am only just talking to myself. I can’t help but feel gratitude. God has somehow done the impossible and made my impossible pain and trauma mean something greater than I could have ever hoped for on this Earth and in the Heavens! I don’t need sure signs that it’s Real World, but they’re just bonuses at this point—if any of you choose to obviously “call me” in real life through social media, I’ll be forever thankful that you’re relieving some uncertainty, but at this point I should be buoyed by the idea that it’s all coming together anyway even if I am the only node who has awoken into this myself. I am blessed beyond what I could have ever dreamt of. God is Real World. I just want to proclaim the fact to the Heavens! Although I have to do it competently and luckily so it lands with maximum impact and reach and virality! We’re going for that triple threat, God! Nothing can stop me at this point! I have the backing of a Supreme Main_Author of Reality!!!! I cannot fail at this point, and time is my only Real World enemy. 9. Vico Team “proof” I am being read: (reality testing) 1. Jesse Royal with Marcos and trains at the tail end of my freakout over Jesse van Rootselaar. The song “This Morning” is really on-point with my real feelings about the entire thing—that I’m really elated because I have some influence over Real World events even if they’re negative—that I can predict things before they happen like crimes that are so far-out and unpredictable in the first place—simply because I am tapping into the limbic system of the entire world somehow. 2. “Good Decisions” by Czerny which has “lift your spirit” in response to “Both of Us” by B.o.B. and Taylor Swift and is somehow a response to my reactionary threat about antipsychotics being used to maim “the least of these” which are plants and schizophrenic people. 3. “Total Eclipse of the Heart” as if that wasn’t a total reference to my dream about the Indian boy Chirag from Diary of a Wimpy Kid (OMG Vico is reading even my dreams! What a total dream!). 4. “Chloe de la Paz” meaning green shoot + gold somehow referring to Gray & Grayer and two witnesses in his added lore (two lesbian-looking athletes in the photo) and my benevolent monarchy (?). I know I’m using critical mass wrongly but just the vibe that I’m stealing about it—like a literal critical mass of all of these coincidences even if they are unrelated to me, seems heavily poised to be related to me (if I’m operating under the assumption that even Vico is reposting people’s content to his IG stories if they have a relevant name that can say something about my cosa nostra—the fact that he is also invested in names as a link to Real World stuff in the informational fields is a lucky sign!). 5. “What Makes You Beautiful” just this Friday about “lighting up his world” if he intended a double meaning with the street lights. I’m claiming it because it’s synchronous with “light of the world, abandoned in darkness to die” which is really healing for my bullying trauma. 6. The fact that Nikki looks eerily like Cristine Reyes. And I may be wrong about what the appeal of news anchors might be in the minds of public officials like Vico. I guess it’s down to compatibility, people who have institutional power like Vico, and people who cover power like news anchors—more likely to have something in common—Real World issues they can both talk about fluently together. I would be the odd one out, because my interests lie more remote (religion, quantum physics, science, art, literature). I must remember I don’t quite hold that much appeal to Vico anyway, since I’m not only a literature/writing student, I’m also significantly behind everyone else (I’m super delayed, for one). Nobody is going to want that—not even Jeffrey could look past it, so why do I want Vico to do so? Except I cannot ignore this one huge coincidence that synchronously coincides with “Turn the Lights Off” a.k.a. wounded heart. It’s only recently that I wrote about my hunches about Vico’s type—maybe he dislikes speculation, and in that case, I’m sorry! I’ll try not to do that again. Not even Glenn Diaz and Lakan and Dean are making regular synchronicities that tick off my radar, so why does Vico do so semi-regularly? Surely, he’s not the only one in this cosa nostra, and I’m once again a fool for believing too hard in the alternate reality game. I must relegate this addiction to its rightful place—just an alternate reality game at this point in time, and I need to be patient. You never know! I could play my cards right and in two to three years God might even grant me an early opportunity to meet Vico for real, in a context that’s less “fan” and more “contemporary” or “equal” even. I don’t know how comfortable he’d be dating a “fan.” Except if he is stalking me too, it means he’s also a fan of some sort! I am half-in half-out this delusion, but I really functionally lived it in January-February (especially). I wish I could go back to those naive days where I was functionally on cloud 9. It’s true what they say about the high of being “in love” only lasting 4 months or so. It started in late November 2025, and it peaked in February, although I think if Vico and I ever met for real, it’ll completely reset because of the entirely new dimension and dynamic of interacting with him in real life. ^382167 7. OMG I completely forgot about “untheoretical physicists” and black people funnily experimenting with a phone’s light and sound functions!!!! That is a huge tip-off that he’s somehow interested in my eye-camera dream—the oddest of my dreams. MY DREAMS MATTER TO PEOPLE!!! I can’t help but feel nice and loved. Although I do think it’s also about the curiosity and cult of personality that has formed around me if ever I am actually read. Like I said, I’m not particularly special, just that the events that have swirled around me since 2019 have made me important. Or that God really engineered everything so that even 2019 had Wolfgang written all over it. 8. Wolfgang and Magical Piano Player!!! And the dry textbook post about Pasig River! 9. Off the top of my head—the huge one—Turn the Lights Off by Steve Roho. Proves that Vico is somehow invested in my dreams and thoughts—that kind of high is a miracle to me even if virtual. God has personally allowed it to happen that a really important person bends to my whims for some reason, just because I’m somehow important to Real World in a magical way that nobody can explain fully. Somehow about Hitler and Sam Sadhwani “wound” synchronous with “wounded heart” and her being an easygoing personality who likes to party and it’s also related to Jon Hamm really dancing like no one’s watching him. Can it get even more obvious than that?????? OMG why am I even asking for more proof? It’s like I forgot how impossibly insane that is to consider that Vico is somehow interested in my trauma—impossibly amazing fact. He doesn’t have to feel guilty about anything because he isn’t responsible for my wound—it’s just the way of the world and the second-order effects of privilege and hard grace on some anointed people’s lives. The fact that he is supposedly too busy for a relationship given that none of his previous relationships have worked out long-term but now God is making me think he is investing Real World time into developing something real with me—or his idea of me based on what I blather about on here in Notion only—that is amazing in itself! Why would God lead me to develop this delusion that I am only really fully appreciating today of all days? It’s a productive delusion because it’s a sensation that could have nearly ruined me—a narcissist’s dream come true! And yet God made sure that I doubt somehow so I never become fully narcissistic about it—that anything about me by myself could earn that much investment from somebody as busy and on-the-move like Vico fucking Sotto! Honestly, God is doing wonders in my own mind only, if it, again, turns out it’s only in my head. Bayes’ theorem can never fully describe the strangeness of this virtually real reality in my head that could have almost ruined me on March 9. It’s March 15 and I’m happier than ever. God is amazing, period. 1. How did Vico know I somehow watch his music choices for every post he posts on Facebook? How did he know? Maybe it’s a bit obvious that he also assumes my obsession has reached this level. So every choice he makes is important to me, no matter how small. Honestly, that reads like a burden to me because what if he’s tired about constantly trying to talk to me even if something in his life isn’t even remotely related to me? Seriously think about this for a second? Why would God lead me here to really think and believe the fact that every single micro-action of Vico Sotto on social media is somehow a comment on my life and my concerns? We are not even married? Surely married people are not _this_ enmeshed in each other’s lives? I personally wonder, if any of this is real, what Vico finds obsessive about his own fascination with me. Is it the aura of the story that God is Real World and They have chosen me and him to be endgame? Probably, if it were, again, as Real as I’d hoped it’d be since December 2025. Maybe him really following Nikki is an attempt at something new because he’s beginning to be sick of something about me—my constant whining, probably, and the fact that I have so much emotional baggage surrounding beauty—that he’d like somebody who is similar in attractiveness to himself so that he’d never have to consider that wound in a potential mate (I suppose it’s tiring to walk on eggshells if he only loved me a meager amount). It’s like me, if I hypothetically fell in love with a man who used to be poor and has some bitterness over it (such a basic trauma that is super common it’s probably a turn off for many in a status quo kind of way) because people bullied them for lacking money (something he couldn’t help at all—the unfairness of that is fucked on many levels already even without the relation to romantic/sexual love—that you should accrue negative weight and aura in Real World for something you couldn’t have helped if you tried a hundred lifetimes over). 10. I’m so fucking lucky my parents don’t panic about money like every other Filipino household currently on fire over budgeting. We’re even ordering KFC right now for dinner when we really just ate Mang Inasal for lunch. I can’t believe I’m so lucky to be _this_ lucky in this life to not have to worry about money so much, when it’s a prime concern for many people in dire straits. I know this is bad to notice my privilege and not do anything (not that I can relieve some pain in this area right now, since I have meagre money personally right now) for people I can reasonably help, but only noticing it and feeling relief of a kind and gratitude for my hard Grace on this Earth. Thank you God, and I hope you continue to bless me so I become relief to countless people in the future too. I suppose Shawntel feels 100x this feeling every day of her life—Oxford graduate, top of the world, beautiful, noblesse oblige, getting fulfillment from the right kind of mind that appreciates fully the effects of her abundant generosity on those who have less than her. It must bring some kind of happiness that is currently alien to me—she must live on steroid happiness like how I imagine Vico constantly on the move to even think about procrastination and personal fulfillment when so many people depend on your competence and discipline and control and leadership to even move in the Real World. The kind of power they hold is unfathomable to me right now. I wish God would bless me with this responsibility—that much I know, it’s a huge weight of responsibility that is foreign to corrupt officials who waste their power on greed only—so I can enact the same kind of indiscriminate public utility Grace for many people and not just people I admire or have taken a liking to—so small in comparison to Vico and Shawntel's influence. Think of the gratitude they accrue in people’s hearts! That must be the life. ### Sensations/Body Stuff 🫟 1. New rule: take selenium only every Sunday (start of week). #### Morning Pages ​ So there’s no way around it. You have to consult a style manual at some point. You have to have an opinion about what a good sentence looks like, compared to a bad one, compared to an excellent one. Your responsibility as a writer includes that much work. Aside from a manual, learn from Paris Review or something. Granta. New Yorker. Guernica. Anywhere where they prize the literary label a little too much, their style is bound to rub off on you if you hang around long enough. Priorities for today at 5:45PM: 1 hour - Fabric of reality book + Ocean Vhuong On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous Activity log: somehow I am productive in a different way trying to rein in my ruminations about my feelings around uncertainty and Vico. I read some parts of Letters to Milena earlier and I felt somewhat nice doing so. I hope I continue this, this willingness to start apparently mind-numbing things to get to the end—it will be really useful to my productivity that I shed my weakness for instant gratification—a prime weakness of so many Gen-Z peeps whose cohort I am fully part of even though I identify as a millennial (the oldest Gen-Z probably feels like this too—because we’re the first to be fully native with the internet). My stomach is somehow acting up because of MCT oil (I already pooped and it’s still somewhat on fire). I should ration the amount of MCT oil I take. Surely this pain is not all beneficial, and will somehow drag me down long-term if I continue to be reckless about MCT oil and ketones. Possibly contributing to my increased natural resting heart rate. 1 hour - moving the needle with BOBOBEE and politics/science fiction AI tech to get one step closer to my goal of making a blip on Vico’s radar in Real World—”thinly veiled Vico Sotto fanfiction, my humble contribution to the genre” LOL you can write that on my obituary as well Because of my developing taste for Real World events I have somehow begun listening to news podcasts now on Spotify, which I never used to do. Maybe this will enhance my ability to defamiliarize things to a wider audience. The benefits are untold at this point. I also need to be well-versed in current events to be a working member of society and be able to talk to people like Vico who exist inseparably with Real World events and news items that they are actually responsible for. That much I should give back if they’re somehow interested in literature and highbrow abstract things that I’m good at—I really cannot thank them enough. A.W. Prihandita techniques on iPad and also her story in Uncanny for pointers on how to write the food scenes and interjections. Activity log: 10:14PM: OMG I figured out thematic stuff regarding BOBOBEE’s character arc! I can’t believe it! It came almost instantly after watching Bookfox’s video on YouTube. Just capitalism stuff: but to really maximize my space in Clarkesworld reader’s hearts and the awards-giving bodies, I have to make it at least 15,000 words, or a novelette. Great! More space to develop BOBOBEE. 30 minutes - Neil Clarke first pass edit Activity log: somewhat scared of opening his comments. Of course, this is logical since you felt slightly shocked and betrayed by his eventual comment on “A Space O/pera.” That’s an editor’s job. Remember, it’s just a job to him even though it’s a passion too, and your job is to align your thoughts with his so you make a winning product, because we live in capitalism and there is no escaping trying to make a product great with some of my feelings becoming hurt in the process. That is your responsibility and something you expect as a writer, and you need to grow less of a diva’s ego knowing he has somehow chosen your story for his magazine like a diamond in the rough. 7:43PM: Well that was infinitely easier than I expected. It took me three minutes to comment on his comments. I can’t believe I really procrastinated this one. 1-2 hours - getting rid of some tabs and putting Anki memorization cards in Brainscape Activity log: able to close and take notes on some 3 YouTube videos related to learning and writing. All within 1 hour. 12:08AM: Able to finish 3 more videos with notes. Progress! Despite so many more left! Maybe I’ll catch up on Wednesday. Got to get applying them in my life in the next 3 days. We measure progress day by day now. Intake log: so I really only drank 1 cup of coffee with 2 teaspoons of MCT oil in it. And one cup in the morning with none. And preworkout which amounts to 200mg caffeine. And another 200mg tab caffeine. That’s 600mg of caffeine the entire day. I wonder if that’s a lot. Suppose it is, and it’s only your antipsychotic that’s mellowing you out after a day. 1 hour - refamiliarizing myself with mental models Unreal Image Brainstorm how to put diary implant in the first scene before we get neck deep into bullying history—the only way to contextualize and write around diary writing device without weaknesses apparent in “characters who appear to write during intense moments of action.” Look at Flowers For Algernon again and see how Daniel Keyes handles third person actions inside a first person hyper-intimate POV using the diary Priorities for next week starting Monday: Drawings in concert with actual story for Unreal Image using mental models and graphs that are funny (look at iPad screenshots for ideas and that Vin Diesel page and politicalcompass too). You need to beef up on illustration skills since it’s been a while when you really fashioned something out of nothing. Somehow you coming up with chapter outline stuff in collaboration with drawings similar to Diary of a Wimpy Kid is going to help heaps in your emotional attachment to this project, which for now is just a pile of fear and anxiety over being incompetent and procrastinating for this very reason. AJ Saxsma and pen.and.polish in conjunction with your Unreal Image attempts Once you get Mapping New Stars, find a fertile chapter you can make sense of to fit into thesis—shows commitment to working with Sydney’s ideas no matter how much people think I’m competing with her somehow (also to monitor her academic strengths to see how I can also improve my own). Getting the sense that I should have at least a working knowledge about how this US-Israel-Iran conflict began in the first place so I have a contingency plan about how to work with Sir, I’m So Fond of You (it’s more on ideology rather than overt military brawn threat so more feminine than masculine anyway—romance angle poised to not be taken seriously by war-minded men). Maybe my book will have far-reaching consequences for war—I don’t want Philippines to be lumped into the conflict just because of something I started before we’re even ready for anything of that sort.