I woke up at 7:30PM...  a quick nap after school recharged my batteries.  I walked back to the University to meet my frat bros there.  It's about 20 minutes, as I traverse the market area, then walk past the barbeque stalls behind the city hospital, steaming with charcoal grilled intestines and chicken heads.  I cross the highway, and enter the narrow alleyways of Sambag 1, where after multiple left right left right turns I smartly exit the labyrinth right next to the back gate to the school.  After meeting my two friends, we took a taxi into Guadalupe, an upper middle class residential neighborhood where in the back yard of an inconspicuous residential house, a Basque immigrant to the Philippines cooks and serves authentic spanish food at a minimal cost.

After dinner, my friends dropped off in their dorm, and I headed to the study center.  Outside the convenience store, people were drinking Red Horse beer, and up the stairs through the back of that store is the study area where I do most of my productive reading.  Quiet, air conditioned, with clean study stalls and medical books available for use it's a great place for those late night crams.  

For some reason, studying didn't go well for me tonight.  At 15 minutes to midnight, i gave up, and went walking back towards the University.  Although it was already midnight, I was sure the laundry shop was still open, and i was right.  The owner quickly loaded my clean clothes onto his minivan, and drove me home to drop me along with my clothes. 

After changing at home, I went out again, to come to this internet cafe.  Market area never sleeps, and some of my neighbors were still outside - some drinking, others just talking.  I walked over the short bridge over the "stinky river".  This is where a lot of people without a place to stay hang out at night, this is also where tricicad (manual bicycle with a carriage attached next to it) drivers hang out during those hours where they are unlikely to find passengers.  There was a small television outside one of the 24 hour snack shops, and about 30 people gathered around to watch a Michael Jackson video (for the Philippines, which are culturally stuck in the 80s, it was an even bigger shock that he died.. since his songs are still quite current here, and often played in public venues and clubs).  i made my way down the dark street, towards the internet cafe.  Some young people in front told me, "Hey joe, where you going joe".  Annoyed, I answered, "Kinsa si Joe, uy!  Ambot niya..." and left them scratching their heads, trying to figure out if I am a fil-am or if I am a white-looking offspring of a foreign tourist from 30 years ago...

and now im sleepy and will go home again.  I am sure whoever is reading this is sleepy too.  This is the most senseless, noncontroversial, and boring post I'd ever made.  And im posting it anyway.