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I Call Myself ZOMBiE CYGIG
"Educated" At Maha Bodhi School, Victoria School, Anderson JC, LASALLE College of the Arts
What I Do Lazing, Hobby Crafting, DIY, Graphic Design, Computer Stuff that you don't get it
What I Avoid Hipsters, Soccer, Apple Brand, Outings
How Am I Like Logical, Practical, Off-Beat, Anti-Social, Sarcastic
With every fairy tale comes an ending which is always "happily ever after". Not so for our friend who is suffering under the cruel fate of NS now. Cygig finally walked up to the medic today and reported sick. A long battle with his sore throat for 6 days proved to be a torturous one for our exhausted young friend.
Surprisingly, Cygig discovered more similar cases when he visited the medic. All haf similar syptoms as him.
"Is it an epidemic? SARS? No! I dun want to die rite now.. There r too many things out there for me to accomplish. Tell me this isnt happening.." Cygig became paranoid.
"Calm down. Let me take yr temp and blood pressure. U wont die. Well, at least for now," the medic reassured him in a sacarstic manner.
It turns out tt it was a normal sore throat. Nth special or extraodinary. Well Cygig went back to camp. He was feeling pain in his throat. The painful sensation. Yet nobody took notice of him. They all tot Cygig chao geng. No sympathy for our little patient here.
Dejected, he felt. Angry, he was wif the mates and sergeants who dun understand his plight.
Cygig was really sick. He has no time to figure out how ppl think of him. Due to his illness, he got att B, which literally means he can skip training. He juz haf to sit there and observe his platoon suffer under the hands of their sergeant for 2 days.
Juz as he was slacking, Cygig set his sight on Shaun. Shaun was not acting normally. He was staggering during the road march. He seems to be holding his chest really tight, somehow he had difficulty to breathe.
"Asthma attack," Cygig reacted.
Off he sprang to answer Shaun's distress call. After saving him, he accompanied him to walk to the cookhse to haf dinner. Yet some OCs r unsympathetic towards the both of them, feeling tt both of them were exaggerating their actions. WTF!
Cygig felt tired and he soon fell aslp. Perhaps its the anesthetic the medic used.