and i'm all alone.

i won't delve into the day much. just let it be known that there was a take-home quiz and babbling in zoo lec, our first quiz and lab activity in zoo lab, and the opening lecture in soc sci, which became weirdly emotional and tear-jerking.

calculus was once again cancelled. i'm starting to think our prof has forgotten his/her 5:30-7:30 class *kneels down and praises God*. since the night was young, around 6 pm, one of our classmates invited and we decided to go to baywalk. we met up an hour later in robinson's, there were 13 of us. it would have been a perfect time to get a studio pic, but most of us were down to our last coins and we couldn't persuade anyone to shoulder the expense. and so we headed out.

it was my first time to visit the baywalk at night. i'm sure manila bay is still grimy and polluted regardless of the hour, but it looked much better under the cover of darkness. the stretch was lit up by retrovirus-reminiscent streetlights, as alikoy so nerdily put it. we walked aimlessly, passing through several resto-cafes and their live performances. we stopped and talked and blew bubbles by the fountain, then we ate and drank in 7-11 near remedios. like i said, poor, starving students we were.

when some people had to go home, we decided to head back as well, with majority of the group ending up in our condo unit. we hung out for around another hour, talking and chatting and picture-taking and lounging around. around 11, the others went home, and i bought dinner from the corner mini-stop which was newly opened yesterday. and it's just a few feet away from the condo! convenience rules. around 12, danlen left, and so did alikoy. and there i was, with wilson home and danlen out, alone in the unit.

and what can a boy do, home alone in a condo on a friday night? well, for starters, a nice long shower. afterwards, i cranked the radio up and proceeded to sing along, shouting my lungs out. i also boiled some water (???) so that i can have some potable water for tomorrow. i also texted some friends for the hopes of decent conversation. i'd have to say it felt great, almost liberating, to be singing at the top of my lungs, dressed only in my shorts, dancing and jumping around. i was hyper, probably from the slurpee and the twix bar i had earlier. it was a pathetic show compared to the nightlives of others out there, but it was fun.

when the cd reached its last track, the messages stopped coming, and the sugar rush died out, i turned it to the radio and finished reading the alchemist. afterwards, i just lay on my bed, thinking, listening, contemplating. later on about my soul searching. haha.

morning came as a surprise. the sun flooded in, i left the blinds open last night. i made my way home, and here i am. i still have to wrap my gift, a rather daunting task, and practice my song. i'll be heading off to sm north later to meet up with friends so that we can all head off together to the debut. i'm really excited, but the pressure of singing is starting to get to me.

can't wait.