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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
As mentioned in earlier entries, Cygig was suffering frm a bad sore throat, which devastated his days in tekong. Luckily, he was off to a slack start today.
They juz completed their shooting test. So it was Platoon 3 and 4's turn at the target shootout zone today. Cygig was relieved tt today they wont be doing anything special. They juz had to clean up all the shit they left at the scene yest. Haha juz kidding. Cygig was bz cleaning his rifle, packing stuff for field camp and other misc jobs in the bunk, like airing their smelly and wet uniforms and undies.
After cleaning up, Cygig stayed quiet and depressed. Missing his parents? Nah. It turned out tt it was too painful to open up his mouth to talk. His throat felt dry and painful. The days under panadol only ease the excruciating pain surging inside his throat. Healing the bad throat was another matter altogether.
Many days haf gone by. Everybody tot he was juz fooling ard so tt he can skip training and get MC. In actual fact, he aint. Well nobody believed him. Even myself. No offence. So there we haf a sick cat who is unable to voice his pain due to a bad throat. I mean literally.
With temp surging higher with each passing day, setting a whole new record each time he took his temp, frm den 37.3 to now 37.9, he's confused whether to approach the medic. Afraid tt the medic wd perform some operation without anesthetic, he gave out on the idea.
"ARGH! PAIN! Swallow saliva until v pain. Someone pls save me. Anyone will do," Cygig took his last breathe to utter these few words. Those were the final words of his msg. I simply dunno wad has become of him.. NOW..