An ill-fated defeat for Morales - hail Pacquiao.
Sunday. The streets are quite vacated. The usual noise is temporarily caved in...and what else but the fight between Pacquiao and Morales.
While everyone was waiting for the fight to begin, I was put into a hurry, and dressed up for the mass. I was 25 minutes late, but it was still fine, I caught up with the worship song.
I planned not to stay in the dormitory since I have anticipated an ear-cracking disaster ahead, (the Pacquiao-Morales-tv-watching-bonding-blasting-blabbing-dormmates-saba-kasamok-blablabla-saba-saba gyud)...so I left & ate my lunch at Jollibee...or brunch I suppose.
Not to mention, Sunday is really boring; it's everybody's rest day; a different day for me though from how everyone treats it...I have this as a whole-day-stroll.
My cellphone's out of battery. 've been carrying it since I left the dormitory...looking for any charging-shops or whatever it's called (my charger was wrecked). I have Nick's id and the keys he asked me to mail to his uncle, but apparently the delivery services today are closed. I also have my backpack here with a few things inside that I might need later (2 notebooks, a thesaurus, a pen, a bible) and..a few things I bought from Lee mall after the mass at the VCF center.
Friendless perhaps... not just a whole-day-stroll, but a ...whole-day-solo (haha).
My wallet's emptying...and I'm not yet quite sure where to head next. I don't want to go back to the dormitory yet, and besides, the NOT-SO-NICE atmosphere is still bugging me in there, and surely WILL.
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