After Action [COMPLETED]

[SE] "FLU"

These are two rants I've written while wracked with flu.

Written 10 September 2019

It was cold. It was cold. It was fucking cold. Man, even the thick clothes I'm wearing from last night cannot protect my body against the biting chill of the wet Habagat season. However, this is just one of the effects stemming from my decision to tread down the Path of Destruction this year―and all other actions and decisions guided by it.

As I've mentioned in my earlier posts, I have decided to start a journey to the realm of a darkness so unspeakable, no one would actually want to be within a five-metre radius of the "person" managing this page―not even those who are following "me" here. So far, I am managing to keep myself away from serious trouble―but I think it'll be a matter of time before my degeneracy will catch up with me. Also, I have decided to become this self-proclaimed "shadow" for the MIDNIGHTGODDESS, and I don't know if I am doing my "job" right. Even then, she will actually shun this "shadow" for being too "destructively dark" for her liking. She would also stay away from me, in person, because no one would want to be associated with a degenerate.

Lastly, someone actually pointed out that the display picture for this page is a major turn-off for other people. While they may have raised a valid point, the decision to present myself as a balaclava-clad "writer" is actually simple―and it's not what some other people would assume: it is to "depersonalize" the degenerate―to differentiate the only "human" administrator running this page from the "real" me. Also, it is inspired by Ghost's loadout from 'Modern Warfare 2', contrary to being inspired by Shädman's costume―even though it looks more closely-inspired on the latter. (And no, it's definitely not inspired by KIB's so-called "mysterious persona"―blyat.) Maybe I can actually make El Comandante from 'Ghost Recon Wildlands' my patron saint? Just kidding . . . or maybe not.

Written 10 September 2019

Oh man. I think I'm having another bout of mild fever. The "oppressive" chill I felt last night was actually the result of an amplification of the cold winds brought by the Habagat season, due to my immune system waging war against a foreign element invading my body. And I am starting to feel it, as of writing this piece.

This means I will actually forgo my planned trip to the Mall of Asia Arena, this coming Saturday, for the 40th Manila International Book Fair.

Well, I think it's for the best this time―abandoning my singular plan for September, that is. If I've learned anything from my painful experience last year, it's this: "The Manila International Book Fair is not worth another heartbreak (not the romantic kind), overall." I know it's pessimistic thinking, but I'm going to prioritize my deteriorating physical and mental health over anything―especially the physical, as I have experienced going down with a strain of Dengue that "laid dormant" within my body, and only attacked when my defenses went out of commission.

Fuck me. I sure hope it doesn't reach to that point again. Once is already enough.