Uncle Su’s Got Some.

Cousin Dearest stayed in Seattle while I left for Ann Arbor. Earlier today I was chatting with him on MSN, and we talked about my new mac, his lost SIM card, how fucked up he’s been without a phone or a computer mike (can’t call Dominos, had to fast for the night since nobody’s home either), and how bizzare he felt when the tmobile guy didn’t even ask for his ID when he got the new SIM card. Well he’s happy they didn’t cause the phone’s under my name and he wouldn’t be able to get his SIM had they asked for identification.

I laughed so hard on this other end of the computer… I am starting to miss my old home, starting to miss my dearest CD! Sometimes I just take him for granted and forgot he’s been the consistent anchor in my life, be it his funny antics or his everlasting Singlish accent (yes OMG 2 years out of the island and its still thick!)

I better go back Seattle soon to check on him. Make sure he’s not lost and all… Heh maybe he misses me too, fingers crossed.

Mom called tonight, and among the many things we discusses, she asked if I was still in contact with Sephia. I said, mmm yeah Mom but its nothing. Friend stuff. She said good, I should at least keep my friends close and please keep looking because she can’t wait to 抱顺子！

That’s something worth cocking an eyebrow for.

I bet she’s worried that I’m gay. Don’t worry Mama, I love women so much I pay special tribute to them every night, in my bedroom with scented incense, candles and my (very thick very long) flute oboe.

OMG! OMG! Whoa liew how come whole family only I 没人爱！

Happy 51st Birthday for Dad and 46th Birthday for Mom! (Their birthdays have a 6 days gap in between)

I have news that a cousin of mine passed away after she and her husband were involved in an accident with a motorcycle. They were married for merely a month. Everyone back home is still mourning her death.

The facts of life is just tragically harsh. Its not a game of fair or unfair anymore. I need to re-think my life. Treasure every little thing in your lives, people.

I have been educating myself for a good 1 hour now, searching on “Thalassemia” within wikipedia. It has been a mind-boggling hour, I tell ya.

So why am I researching on these ridiculous gibbrish? Because I just remembered that I have it living inside me!

Thalassemia Minor carriers can suffer from mild to moderate anemia. This means my manic-depression/bipolar disorder around the house and my lack of interest in EVERYTHING from time to time.

Now, check this out.

This means that if my future spouse is also a “carrier” suffering from Thalassemia Minor, our children will have a one in four chance to suffer from Thalassemia Major. This means that the poor boy or girl, according to Wikipedia…

Untreated, this results in death before age twenty: treatment consists of periodic blood transfusion; splenectomy if splenomegaly is present, and treatment of transfusion-caused iron overload. Cure is possible by bone marrow transplantation.

Age of twenty! TWO-ZERO! That’s how old I’m going to be in 2007 man! Poor child of mine…

So tell me, am I screwed up or am I SCREWED UP! Gah… Off to find a cute non-Thalassemia-carrying girl who wouldn’t mind my Manic Depression disorder.