Im.Prison.Ment Finale

And so he woke up and grumbled knowing although it's the last day he'd be needing to go through such a damned day anymore, he felt like he was far from being ready. He went over to the table and found all the books of worms and bugs and drugs and diseases and all those holy crappy piles of handwritten notes all over the place. He sat down, still feeling tired, but not sleepy. It's a damn cold day, the sun hadn't even rises, but things could be seen clearly alright. Mists still covered the distance apartment about one mile away or so. And he could hear those Banglas car washer practicing their curses downstairs.

He opened his lappie and was disappointed to find the connection was gone. He was logged out of MSN and he assumed the torrent didn't download. Well, what can he complained of anyway? It's not like the line he was using was what he paid for. He didn't used the Maxis wireless last night, he figured he would want the line he paid for as the alternative for today, in case the stolen line was... undetected, as it always had been.

Still rubbing his sleepy eyes, he clicked on the LAN connection icon and signed into his MSN messenger. He went to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. Brushed his teeth and gargle with Listerine. He felt fresh. It's a brand new day. The last day before that dreaded day. The last day before a period of dreaded days to see 4 days of wild enjoyment and fun. He looked into the mirror and reminded himself he'd be fine. He did what he never thought he would do, he locked himself up in his room 23.5 hours a day and he forced himself to stay away from the lappie although once a while he did turn to the screen and tapped on the keypad or clicked on the websites or.. chatting for a mere 20 minutes with fellow friends he met on the virtual world. But he did what he need to do. He did.

He came out of the bathroom and headed to the study table. He hit the play button on the Windows Media Player and the melody of some awesome alternative group came reaching his ears. He tapped his feet to the music and opened blogspot on Internet Explorer. He turned to look at his table and a striking yellow paper caught his attention, what else could it be if it's not the scedule for his last and most dreaded war for year 2007. "Ugh!" he thought to himself. And he started dancing his finger on the keypad of his lappie.

Ended 7.42am. The sun is rising.