For four straight days, I wrote the last part of Chapter 4, which is all about exploring who and what the Filipino youth istambay is all about. The process of writing was both challenging and fascinating. I devoured all related information from various sources and endeavoured to produce a systematic understanding of why some Filipino young males become “istambay”. After all is done, I felt a sense of intellectual satisfaction and happiness. I am starting to find meaning in what I have been writing over the years. Is this a moment of thesis grace?
