Mission #57: Abolishing #01-02’s MIA stauts

Reporting, reporting.

This is joochi sending put an SOS from a top-secret location here.

My teammate,#01-02 is MIA. He has not replied yet to the persistence of the signals I sent him, via HAMPHONE. I am currently stranded in a place of refuge and proceeding as planned is impossible without #01-02.

I’M PG!

I declare war. (10,000,000 vis)

Allright that’s it.

I hate my neighbours.

Neighbours are people who smile at you everyday, chat with you and ask how’s school, ring your doorbell to bring some party leftover food, and pretend they don’t know anything that’s happening on the other side of their unit right?
Well, if you aren’t, at least pretend you do.

So what gives you the right to fsking poke your noses into my life and tell my parents who I’ve been bringing home? I’m surprised my wall doesn’t have a hole already

HAVEANOTHERBEER

I feel like a beer.

I heard on 98.7 the other day that women who prefer beer over wine are mostly uncomfortable with their feminity and chugs beer just to be like one of the guys too. TRUE TRUE! I’m 17% girly! (Proven test results)

Ooooh, the chalet was the best ever stay-over that happened all year. All guys chalet eh? I must be very manly. Mmm. Alcohol spammage! Well not really. But at least Screwy looked enough of age to get me a Heineken. Heheheeh! Must thanks!

Oh, maaan, that was my first time getting high on alcohol. Come to think of it, how embarassing. Two cans of Tiger and I was weak on my knees and giggling like a wanton woman. WANTON MEE! Haha. Omg I’m so high today lol. I wonder why. SUGAR RUSH! Must be the result of spamamamaing salt&pepper&three grains of rice&garlic soy sauce&honey sauce at pepper lunch. Gosh, the starving kids in Africa.

4 : 1: 2.5!

ZETTAI RYOUIKI!!!!

Having Tsubaki defined ZR in http://animedesho.animeblogger.net/?p=2585 ,I am so teh tempted to start achieving legs for the absolute territory.

Thursday will be Prep Day for EOY, clearing the To Buys:

• ZR socks (done! 13/12/07)
• Wispy hair band (considering)
• Non-platform platform-looking black shiney shoes (considering)
• Toning my thunder thighs for ZETTAI RYOUIKI!
• Low-carb hi-water diet aka the Gamers’ Diet

Having seen the different levels of ZR, and being an unattractive grade B/C ZR user, I SHALL PROMOTE THYSELF TO GRADE A!

Minus the twindrills and tsundere attitude.

EOY-the before.

EOY’s looming round the corner. So is the GE monster raid!

At hugely inconvenient times, too.
EOY:
Expo,11am

Coimbra Nimrod Birdge Invasion:
7pm-8pm, Pachelbel

Hey idiots. Don’t you guys realise the majority of the gaming population consist of otakus too? It’s us freaks who sit behind a computer screen everyday and give our fingers sexercise from playing games like CS.
We are teh watch anime too.

And of course occationally brave the harsh realities of the world by stepping out of our hikikomori states to attend events that are the only circled dates on our calendar.

Like EOY. And how convenient that the earliest raid, in Cervantes, starts at four. And the events at EOY start to kick up at around that time.

Is that like a loyalty statement to test the sGE players? To see how fast they can rush to the nearest lan shop to help defend a virtual town from being spamamamamaed by mobs?

Pleeeeease, move it to some later time. Or the very least, postpone it to the next day.

Hey guys. Kick-starting the blog with a really long post. Well if you even have time to read it, in the first place. Stay and presevere! And for that, I thank you dearly, Unknown Reader, for letting me have a chance to Share a fragment of my Multilayered Life.

The smell of hospitals had always enticed me. After all, I had even recuperated in a hospital once when I was young. I was suffering from food poisoning and I remembered my parents took turns to excuse themselves from their busy work schedules to accompany me in the nights.

My second aunt was recently hospitalised and my parents would constantly try to delight her with their company, along with the other aunties. On most of the occasions I would shun from visiting her as I thought she would soon be discharged, and I would then visit her as she was recovering.

But there was this night when my parents slyly hooked me by the waist and brought me to the hospital. I couldn’t complain; I had already avoided visiting for the umpteenth time already.

When I reached her ward, I found the other aunts huddling around her bed. I inched closer to greet my aunt and got a shock. How sunken her cheeks were, the hollows of her eyes set deep into her face, the paleness and fragility of her porcelain, wrinkled skin, since the death of her husband not so long ago. Where had her eyes once full of glimmering, jubilant life and chubby overall gone to?

I greeted her and conveyed the niceties, she responded meekly with a trace of a smile.

The atmosphere around the bed hung in a cloud or darkness, shrouding my family with the faint whispers of melancholy. Were we not simply staring at my aunt resting? I got bored. Opened the packet of nuts I bought downstairs, contempting the health freak in me. Sat on the seat a distance away from her ward, alone, talking to <screwy3. Thank God there was him, minus my handphone games. Then my cousin walked past me. Apparently she was crying and she said I ought to be at my aunt’s bed, you know, just with the other aunties and stuff and see her. Then I said for what? They all just sit or stand there do nothing and stare at er yi what. I’m damn bored lor. Then she said if I wanted to accompany her to the toilet and I was like why not.

She: Do you know what’s up with er yi?
I: Dunno. My parents never told me. The other day kai lin asked me if I knew, too. I told her no and she said, ‘If your parents haven’t told you then…there must be a reason for them telling you so I’m not gonna tell you.’ I was like come on! My parents always treats me like a kid, they never tell me anything. She still remained mum.
She: Seriously. But I think you ought to know now la. Er yi has this…tumor in one of her internal organs. For a very long time. And she had been refusing to remove it. Now that’s she’s already so weak, they can’t operate on her…moreover, the tumor is pressing on her other organs. Adding on to the recent death of uncle, she’s lost the will to live already.

It struck me. My aunt was dying and I was eating nuts and playing games outside her ward. How foolish of me. I should have deduced it from the weepings of my mother, aunts and the sombre atmosphere that there was something more than the frequent visitations for my aunt. I went back to the ward and sat down in a chair. Glanced over at the other patients and received a jolt. I was seeing the back of my recently dead uncle. He turned and I saw his face and I felt my heart loosen not without a pang of ache. It wasn’t him. By the time now, I didn’t have enough courage to stand by the bedside. Her direct family must be hating me.

I started messaging screwy. Funny how he lacked so much in tactfulness. Oh, the pains of being so simple-minded. Apparently he thought my aunt deserved it from refusing her meds frequently so now she’s in the hospital.

I: MY AUNT’S FREAKING DYING HERE, DONT YOU GET IT.

An hour later, my family left the hospital. I moaned about having church the next day and sides, visiting hours were already over. Father carpooled some family members to thei homes. I caught a snippet of their conversation in Hokkien.

Father: Tell xiao long not to sprout nonsense about sun eng not being able to live beyond tonight.

That claim wasn’t true anyway. Cos she died in the next afternoon.

Perhaps the most memorable part of my brief imprisonment in the hospital was when I accidentally removed the cord attatched at my wrist to the drip. Riuvets of blood snaked down my wrist and spilled on the bedsheets. Blood bloomed on the bedsheets before I noticed it and told my father. I had ben afraid of touching my wrist ever since, even long after the nurse came in,wiped the blood, changed the bedsheets, and reattatched the cord.

Must blood and tears be spilt to truly aknowledge and presence of a loved one? Or must they be really gone for you to think back at all the times you’ve had together?

I dedicate this post,

My aunt who is now together with

My uncle,

Her husband.