The Curse of NNI

The Curse of NNI is real. Herein details what has happened that convinced me of the true reality.

When Richard and I first started our attachment in NNI, it was all fine. Everyday we packed our stuff early in the morning, take the train via West-East and then North West to Novena, did our lessons and experiments then come back home. But it was soon evident that something was wrong. Barely 1 month into the attachment, Rich lost his watch. His watch costed $169 SGD. It was not another month later that he lost his calculator, a $29.90 SGD model. And even now, 2 months after the end of the attachment (which took 4 months), his electronics are starting to spoil one by one. First it was his camera frame counter, now it was his handphone screen. In total, his loss is about $250 SGD and if his handphone is not under warranty, it will probably cost another $50-$100. While his predicament is to be pitied, I thought I was immune to the "Curse of the NNI" then until today.

It wasn't true. I was just more resistant, owing to my more powerful innate force level. In short I lost my IXUS 40 WITH my brother's pouch + some aqueous cream and tissue. A camera that costed me $680 + the memory card which is ultra-speed another $179. Total = $859 SGD + misc fees.

I knew that there was something very wrong this morning. I slept at 4++ am and woke at 7am. Then shortly after I messaged Rich to see if he's awake. It seemed he wasn't until 9++am. We were supposed to reach NNI at 1030AM to pay our respects and give out chocolates to the helpful researchers there. He couldn't be ready until, well 1030.

So I went back to sleep. Halfway thru, I felt the need to shit. And inside the toilet, I felt a near-death experience. I couldn't breathe well. And my head was in a complete daze. The shit was hard to expel but when it did it was alot. I cosntantly felt like I need to vomit, and I felt that if I did, I'm gonna just die. Die sitting on the toilet bowl. And speaking of which, lucky it was a sit-type. If it was those squatting type, I would have surely fell into the bowl. Later on, I looked at the mirror. Liek omg, my face was TOTALLY WHITE. I swear it was the closest I can get to a vampiric state without any make up. That was the most obvious warning of this encursed day.

While the thought of thanksgiving was surely saintly and fine, it was a dreadful mistake. At 1230PM, I told Richard we should go. Don't delay anymore. Rich agreed. So we packed our things and went over, stopping at City Hall Raffles City to get the chocolates. We, being very poor people, went to the ATM to withdraw some money. And that, was the first false move.

At the ATM, we were goofing around because I was trying to activate my debit card. as the pouch was rather obstructing the ATM view, I placed it on top of the machine. This was the second false move. After activation, I simply forgot about the pouch. Third. I went over to the next ATM machine and withdrew 20 SGD. And left.

Barely 1 minute outside, I realised something was missing. It took me a good 5 seconds to know ti was the pouch. my mind rang 'omfug, i'm screwed'. I ran back to the ATM place, and it was GONE. Barely 2 minutes, and it was GONE. Not one single bloody sign of it. No pieces of paper. Just loads of people around who didnt seem to know anything. Idiotic fellas. There was a group of foreigner students nearby. I can only suspect it was them.

But seeing as it was an ATM place, there were loads of security cameras. I went over to the DBS bank after searching for liek 10 minutes, and waiting for another 5 minutes inside for the service counter to be available.

Me: "Hello, I lost my pouch at one of your ATM machines.. I believe the security camera recorded it down."

Service: "Oh, sorry but the security cameras are under another sector. I can only help you by faxing over the details.. bla bla".

Liek omg, what can I do?! And by the way, she thought I was a china-man. I was basically, owned. And it took me a good 1 hour to fully recover from the attack. Then everything started to fall into place.

I wasn't excused from the dreadful Curse of NNI at all. It seemed it has been attacking me all the time. First, I almost lost my project file in Canteen 2 about 2 months into attachment. Luckily no one took it. Second, I almost lost the poster for the competition at Challenger. And thirdly, the attack that the Curse has been storing and finally blasted at me with all it's might, was the eventual loss of my IXUS 40. My precious.

Things have a way of linking itself. And it wasn't soon that I realise that my force power is too high that it blinds what is in front of me. I have re-evaluated my stats and this is the current stats (max = 255):

Level - 78
Attack : 178
Defence : 200
Constitution - 13
Luck - 155
Force Power - 255
Awareness - 1.

Is there any moral to the story? I guess you can come out with one on your own. But i'm telling you. The Curse of the NNI is very real.
ITS SO REAL IT WILL HAUNT YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. BEWARE OF BEING AROUND ME I CANNOT GUARANTEE YOUR SAFETY ANYMORE.