a bum's perfect game

For some days now, I became interested with the Bowling game in my cellphone but has yet to master it. Just moments ago, I had my first ever perfect game.

Cramped inside the Morning Rush Transhit (MRT), I turned to my old yet still reliable mobile phone to somehow take away my attention from the discomfort and nagging irritation.

First came a strike. Nothing extraordinary about it as I was able to do that every now and then. I was in Cubao station, the train more cramp, and I just had my fifth straight strike out. I realized I am in the zone.

When Shaw Boulevard came, I got it. A perfect game.

If only my girlfriend was not upset over the delay and her prolonged waiting, this might really be a perfect day.