I just spent the better part of the day proving to my self that I was still deadly proficient at using a sniper rifle, be it a Kar95k or a Mosin-Nagant. I was a bit slow and my aim was off at times, but I was still able to mow down wave after wave of Nazi grunts with just one rifle.
Of course, it was all just a game. I haven't played Call of Duty in quite a long time, so this afternoon was a welcome break. Besides, I needed the release, and what better way to get rid of excess anxiety and stress than to pop a few virtual Nazis in the head. Okay, so I blew up a few trucks and shot down a few planes on the way, but I've got A LOT of stress to relieve.
Which, incidentally, also caused me to splurge on lunch at Kenny Rogers. Before leaving home this morning I had already resolved to eat there whatever the result of my desperate last-ditch effort at securing a future. Erika had one piece of fried chicken and spaghetti, while I had a 1/4 piece of roast chicken with mashed potatoes and rice. Yum yum, but my pockets hurt like hell.
I expected to spend less than 10 minutes in UP this morning. I go in, see that I'm not on the list, and get out. Simple, but it was not to be.
I got in late thanks to a rare traffic jam on the way out of Marikina. 30 minutes late to be exact, but there on the door was a list with my name on it. Whew. I got to take the essay exam for shifting into BA Journalism. The Glorietta incident in one page and why I want to shift to Journalism in not more than three paragraphs. Now all I have to do is to wait for the results.
Wednesday. Two days from now. 48 hours. Waiting is really the hardest part.
But at least now I've got a chance.
Of course, it was all just a game. I haven't played Call of Duty in quite a long time, so this afternoon was a welcome break. Besides, I needed the release, and what better way to get rid of excess anxiety and stress than to pop a few virtual Nazis in the head. Okay, so I blew up a few trucks and shot down a few planes on the way, but I've got A LOT of stress to relieve.
Which, incidentally, also caused me to splurge on lunch at Kenny Rogers. Before leaving home this morning I had already resolved to eat there whatever the result of my desperate last-ditch effort at securing a future. Erika had one piece of fried chicken and spaghetti, while I had a 1/4 piece of roast chicken with mashed potatoes and rice. Yum yum, but my pockets hurt like hell.
I expected to spend less than 10 minutes in UP this morning. I go in, see that I'm not on the list, and get out. Simple, but it was not to be.
I got in late thanks to a rare traffic jam on the way out of Marikina. 30 minutes late to be exact, but there on the door was a list with my name on it. Whew. I got to take the essay exam for shifting into BA Journalism. The Glorietta incident in one page and why I want to shift to Journalism in not more than three paragraphs. Now all I have to do is to wait for the results.
Wednesday. Two days from now. 48 hours. Waiting is really the hardest part.
But at least now I've got a chance.
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