The Non-adventures of XIAO
Mr.Garferio won't be around this morning. As practical as we a
lways practice (?), we casted haste on ourselves and raced to SEQUEL. In our classroom, gamers are divided into two groups: the GUNBOUND ANONYMOUS and DotA BOYS. That is why we have to be in sequel in a jiffy before those scumbags get ahead of us. As far as 10meters aw
ay I could see clearly those game-hungry freaks pending outside. Then as fast as we could we begged taxi drivers to take us to Swift Portal Cafe-Obrero. We were six, and they strictly adhere to the policy 5 passenger capacity. But it didn't took long. The driver charged us Php6/head. Not bad I thought, since Obrero is just like so near,duh. Frenzily I swang the door open headed straight to the attendant,
"Ate! Naa available 6 ka unit?""Ay, wala baya jin.Dili ka connect."Amp. Pagkamalas nalang jud namo. Heat accompanied us as we moved to Clickers-Obrero
"Sorry wala na mi unit reserve man gud ng uban."Desperation motivated us to the make our way to BOYZTREK Jacinto. From there I found Ateneans staring at us as we compactedly walked along
Jacinto St. as if flaunting our apparent SPC uniform. We checked all the internet cafes (Boyztrek, Sequel, FRB, Urban Zone) there and as usual, no vacancy, no gunbound, more walking. We didn't walked literally. Our last resort was Boyztrek Bolton.
I went in first and I saw NO COSTUMERS! I was so so jubilant and relieved that all the fare we've spent searching has finally paid off! YEHEY!
We picked the stubs excitedly then looked for our cubicles. A minute later complaints were raised regarding the keyboard, the connection, and even the LAN games have errors. Grrr... Then a few minutes in the middle of our whining I saw the DotA boys (again). WAAAAA~ Funny how desperate they were like us. After an hour and a half we had enough. Their unit sucked. Who would want to tolerate those kind of computers/connection/whatever.
-----PL501 Earth Science Class-----
Midterm grades are ready to be computed. Mr.Alderite gave us our God-forsaken-midterm exam scores.
-----Flashback--------
SD 410 5:30-6:30pm
To my right was the irregular student (*girl name here*), and to my left, (*boy name here*). I haven't read much about Nat Sci. I dunno if I could pass this exam. I begged *boy and *girl to generously give me answer.
But they didn't.
--------------Back to PL501------------
I found out that *boy's score was only 47/100!!! WAHAHAHAH!! My ego was overjoyed to see him fail. I know this is not so good, but I don't wanna be superficial. I passed without any help from them! I got 62/100 by the way (at least). The nerve of him. He really ticks me out. Arrghh!
----------------2nd Floor PL Lobby------------
I saw my artworks already in the bulletin. It was fine with me. What I really didn't liked was posting my WHOLE REAL NAME on it! And kuya Novie doesn't seem to undertstand what I feel. I don't want my name there! This is a major humiliation for me. I hate it. As in. I DON'T WANT MY NAME THERE!!! TOMORROW ONCE I GET TO SCHOOL I WOULD TEAR THAT OFF AND REPLACE IT WITH ANOTHER ONE WITHOUT A NAME ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Xiao |11:54 PM
Friday, September 16, 2005
lways practice (?), we casted haste on ourselves and raced to SEQUEL. In our classroom, gamers are divided into two groups: the GUNBOUND ANONYMOUS and DotA BOYS. That is why we have to be in sequel in a jiffy before those scumbags get ahead of us. As far as 10meters aw
ay I could see clearly those game-hungry freaks pending outside. Then as fast as we could we begged taxi drivers to take us to Swift Portal Cafe-Obrero. We were six, and they strictly adhere to the policy 5 passenger capacity. But it didn't took long. The driver charged us Php6/head. Not bad I thought, since Obrero is just like so near,duh. Frenzily I swang the door open headed straight to the attendant,
Jacinto St. as if flaunting our apparent SPC uniform. We checked all the internet cafes (Boyztrek, Sequel, FRB, Urban Zone) there and as usual, no vacancy, no gunbound, more walking. We didn't walked literally. Our last resort was Boyztrek Bolton.