BUH.. SoB... the visit to the chinese physician is not doing me any goood... after checking my neck and shoulders mama said the man most likely overdid it, as in he applied too much pressure. So this leaves me with more pain on my neck, and a terrible shoulder ache that wasn't there before i went to see that sick man :( So now i have to nurse some swollen arteries or veins of watever passageways that is clogged up there. Sigh. And i have CIP tmr.. groan.. and its PACKING of materials from 10am-5pm. My God. I think Im gonna be a stiff shit for the rest of the week.
So I slept a lot today..( but ah bao overslept wheeeeeeheehee) and when ah nick came home he insisted on playing that zombie boxhead game again. And this time, his character is stuck in the wall( yea, IN the wall) and so im left on my own to save our asses. Which is not a brilliant idea, cuz I CAN"T stay alive for more than 3 minutes. HAHA.. nick was literlly jumping up and down and telling me to stop playing like a noob or dope or lamer.-.- and cuz i was soooo frantic and desperate to help HIM out of that darn wall, I lined up barrels around the wall happily and well... I was too excited in laying the barrels like planting sunflower seeds in the ground that I didn't realise my ammo of barrels is used up. And cuz the com automatically moves on to the next weapon when one runs out of ammo, I ended up pressing the buttons too quickly and swtiched to a gun and blew myself up with the barrels. twice. and nick's character was still stuck INSIDE the wall. :( :( :(
Was an agonizing 10 minutes plus of screaming and yelling from my kick-ass bro. Sigh..
ah bao u shld come play with didi soon. I think u guys will make a great team. I suck at this man... Bleagh.
Each agent, wittingly or unwittingly, is a producer and reproducer of meaning... it is because subjects do not know what they are doing that what they do has more meaning than they know. --- Bourdieu---
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