Another Day and Another Night

Yesterday, I woke up the same way I usually do.

With half blindness, nausea, and body aches...

So while I was still waiting for most of my vision to return and for the urge to vomit to lift, I just lay in bed and checked my cellphone for any messages (hopefully, no messages from Kashwak)...sadly there wasn't...

The distinct and annoying ringing of the telephone outside. Aurgh...I was in no mood to drag myself out of bed so I let it be, hoping someone would pick it up. But damnit! I think it already rang about six times when I finally got pissed and dragged myself out my room, down the hall, and answered the goddamned phone.

It turned out to be Jules, one of my comrades. He said he was going to leave at around 2:30PM and he wanted to go out with me and kill some people from Europe and America. Hell, if there was one thing that could get me energized in the morning, then that would be the prospect of gunning down some foreign idiots in Battlefield 2 (check out my rank and stats on http://www.playerstats.ws/bf2statistics2/player.php?pid=153891419).

After catching a very hasty breakfast involving a carrot and an apple (I'm not going to waste precious sembreak time eating!), I met up with him in our usual spot at HackYou. For three straight hours and with nothing but two cans of rootbeer to sustain us, we racked up over 500+ kills in the BF2 map Strike at Karkand.

We finished at around 3:00PM and we were both in deep shit. He was supposed to be at home two hours ago and I was supposed to be in Quiapo RIGHT NOW. We hastily parted ways and I went home to have a shower and check my phone for any messages. I had texted Fia around four times already and still no reply >_<


Hahaha...that was just the day part...the night gets even better...