My Friday trips to Diliman are beginning to be a regular habit.

In order to do that, I would have to sacrifice my Friday classes, affecting in the process three ENG 4 classes. Not an option. (Aw, shucks.)

Met up with J, my adviser. Almost didn't recognize her with her long hair, which is a look I like for her. She sported that length of hair years ago (saw a picture of her with her son P when he was still a kid). Swapped stories about my fate at the department and possible impending doom. She gave me tips on how to get in DECL.

Met up (again) with catukayo, who isn't in his best disposition these days. Swapped boy concerns. Didn't come up with concrete conclusions/resolutions. Tuloy pa rin ang angasan.

Shoot, my tummy is acting up again. I hate it when this happens, me nowhere near a toilet bowl. Well, there is one here at the shop, but I wouldn't exactly want to take a dump here.

Ciao bella.