yesterday was a day spent

on the train!

enough said.

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i managed to read an entire theory book on the romantic-fantastic while i tried to ignore people getting on and off the train. rather, as i tried to not pay attention to them trying very hard to ignore me.

i also managed to exorcise some demons, my personal issues with this particular railway train line. not quite a breakthrough. but something, quite something. you know how you sometimes don't want to see yourself through it because of the break that it involves? i am at that point, exactly.

then i met up with L at cubao, since the original plan - to meet each other in one of the station platforms - turned out to be not as simple as it sounded, after all. like me, he sort of tortured himself all afternoon as a way to pleasure. (haha. sorry, am i projecting?) his mode of punishment was to obsessively go through an entire floor of tall, wide shelves of books for hours. and then to lug around a heavy load of books the rest of the afternoon. we got A. to join us despite her apprehensions about the uncanniness of us being in cubao at the exact time she was planning to be there.

well, we confirmed her worst fear: that the night would end with husband weng putting away empty bottles of wine, and her and L walking the short distance to their own homes from our place, just slightly more inebriated than planned.

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i have just been told by my thesis adviser that my manuscript reads like creative non fic. i remember my fic being called theory-laden, and also being mistaken by adam as creative non fic. obviously, i have issues with genre and differences. i wonder if it's too late to care. i only know i'm too lazy to care.