First of all, I would like to announce that I would not be able to play RF that much for this week. I won’t be able to play because I will be really, really busy for this week (not to mention that my birthday will be this Saturday). But I will try my best to log in Lolsab during the time that he will be needed. As for now, I will post a three-part story about my life as a pilot, player, student, and as a son.
It was December last year when I decided to resurrect the “dead” Lolsab. During that time, we were in the middle of the production of our musical play. During that time also, I was paranoid of what I will do with Lolsab. I was paranoid with what I will do with my character, I was asking if I will be dedicating time with it, and also thinking if what well be its consequences. I asked and asked and asked, until.
Early January, the next year, the musical play was done and I wasn’t playing with Lolsab during that time. Then, Saturday came, I got a hundred pesos given by my mom as a prize for the successful musical play we had. So, I decided to buy a 100 pesos card.
I played and played the while week not even being conscious that I have class during that week. I even had a time that I slept at 3:00 am because of playing and playing. Until one day my mom talked to me. She told me that she is not paying my tuition just to sleep in class and also to cut class.
Realizing what she said I again lay-low on playing but for just a week. But when I play, I was this “good boy” type of player. I only played after chip wars and until my mom will ask me to go home. During this time, I never realized a side effect it could make, until I received my report card.
I received my card sometime February, I was surprised to see line of sevens in my card. I shared it with my best friend and this are the exact words she said: “Ben, stop ka muna mag-laro, fourth quarter na, serious mode muna.”
Hearing those words, I had again the paranoia I had during December. I had made the risk and I know it was really risky. Now I have to make a decision: to quit or to fail. I don’t know what to answer until my best suggested…
[STOP! Don’t worry there will be a part II]
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