off much deprived limelight

Cold toes, frozen fingers, pale faces, timed mirror rambles.

This was the reason each sacrificed Sundays for two months. Starting of with shooting hands requiring immediate clarification (lest that one question fades among the many others) to individually critiquing that that was in front only to come back with loop hole-free defenses.

group 20 for advanced research methods.

From pretty smiles, confused frowns, half-comprehending half smiles to full blown grins. Then there were the conflicts over everything that came from the pressure felt from all sides. It was why each stood in corners mumbling and rambling watched closely by the timers on mobile phones.

squeezing of group mates while they work relieves stress.

The move from one phase to another during the entire semester felt surreal. It always felt like we would never get here. That it was too far away to even begin entertaining thoughts about. And then it was here, staring each of us in the face. Scary thoughts began to get mixed up with excitement over telling the world (or at least our version of it) about the subject of our labor. The one that took up every waking moment of our lives for months now. Did we really get here or is this an illusion and an ambush was on the horizon. Thoughts like that can put even the most well-prepared in a frightening cycle of insecurities so what more us right? Or so we thought.

Trust me when I say things didn't look very encouraging but I must also add that it was admirable the way each stood right back up from every stumble along the way. And that was exactly why four of the seven went home right after our presentation at the college's research colloquium while the rest stayed for the sake of extra credit.

we'll be the only researchers handling your scores. XD

because one thought it would be cool to try to look like flowers. haha.

As undergraduate Psychology majors we had to conduct researches and inform the 'world' of our discoveries on a formal presentation day. The college had an added incentive for winners at the colloquium but none except for one in the group felt a win was possible so they pottered on home instead of waiting for the awards ceremony at the end of the day.

After a call and several text messages, we heard it. Okay so we won but don't get excited maybe it's a consolation for best power point or something. Yes, as first time colloquium presenters, we weren't exactly sure how things were done. So, imagine the surprise of being announced one of the winners for the oral presentation. Gobsmacked okay!

six MPH vouchers (and there are seven of us).

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There was also the poster project and defense for Advanced Quantitative Methods. This isn't your average poster but one loaded with points squeezed in to inform on the Effects of Affect on Creativity. It was a joy to do since I have been doing little or nothing related to art (even if there wasn't much allowed =/).

smiley artist expert!

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That was only one half that was for that day. The other was on the now beloved Sudan. We adopted the displaced people and the violence of the region as our own and sought to solve the conflict. Amidst boxes of ribena and laughter over 'boo-boos' and 'hand-holding', we managed a solution so similar to the one put forward by the UN. After trimming off the idealistic perspective of the paper, we spoke on the whys and hows of the genocide in Darfur.

And we managed a smile out of Mr. Paul, our lecturer and conflict-specialist! Yes, the situation in Darfur is urgent and not funny but some humor is always necessary when looking at such a devastating crisis so it's good. =)

we worked with a MacBook. so yum!

only three 'cause BigSis left early.

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With that the accumulated stress of the semester came to a close. Although there is this sense of relief, there is also a feeling that I will definitely miss every inch of work, stress and familiar cheers that were littered along during the semester.

the finalfinal slot for Group Interaction and Reward Increment on Cooperation.

And to the people who have been featured in this post (even indirectly): thankyouthankyouthankyou. It was nothing but joy working with every one of you even if there were squabbles and sulky faces because afterwards hugging away everything feels better than ever.

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