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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
Hell was nv a place one wd like to be in, likewise for cygig.
Depressed tt he has to leave his comfort zone once again to return to hell, he has no choice but accept this cruel fate. Fate has been screwing him up and down ever since he was born. Y is he born to be a boy? Y muz he grow up? Y muz he turn 18? Well, only god noes the answer.
Cygig sat down for dinner wif his family b4 his yet again departure to hell. Even though he can reunite wif his family in 2 weeks time, the food was having difficulties to get down his throat. Cygig wasnt feeling sentimental or emotional, but rather his throat hurts and swells when he gulps down the food.
Pathetic, he thought.
Back at Tekong, he took some panadol to relieve the pain in his accursed throat. Panadol proves to live up to its name. It was less painful for cygig. As he laid down on his bed, the thoughts of him spending the following days and nites in the creepy jungles of Tekong came to haunt him. Training was no tough feat for our young and worthy athelete. The 2 weeks of IFC and stuff leaves him little room to ponder how is he gg to clean and dry his uniforms in time..