update from Mount Rendezvous

ensconced in the chilled, comfy chair in medsoc room (or rather, the computer-endowed haven where DOTA-med students worship at daily). due to popular demand, i shall quickly provide a further elaboration on the lubby-dubby relationship between irene and zs (plus martin and zhihan).

irene: the hazelnutty eyed ingenue with near ethereal beauty and grace and intelligence. also bite sized (for easy portability) and has a mane of fine, long and luscious brown hair. *collective yummmmm from the og guys*

zs: sigh. do i have to repeat the fact that he's EDIBLE??? go girls. take a bite and prove me right. BUT BUT BUT save a bite for me :D hehe.

martin: hairless (allegedly WAXED *gasp*) physically-male-but-mentally-indeterminate persona. a little hazy on the description here, but sigh. i'm straight. so i have no idea what our effeminate co-star *ahem scratch that* *replace with martin* likes. hurhur.

zhihan: son of murky origins. purportedly, according to popular urban legend + ancient myth, the prodigious progeny of madamoiselle irene and sir ZS. (but how come the son is older than the parents, or at least younger than one of the parents, escapes my train of logic. haha.)

the story goes.... (in a misty glade in the celtic times ^_^)

I: *looking like the classical celtic nymph-goddess* oh ZS, ZS, wherefore art thou ZS?? (taking a cue from her soulmate aka Miss Juliet, who is born from Shakespeare's dusty mental recesses SEVERAL generations later. again, the regression in timeline defies understanding, but then it's always said that NANA's brain basically consists of a brainstem and a few neurones floating here and there. so the lack of understanding is, ironically, understandable.)
ZS: *looking like his darling's male counterpart* oh, my darling, herefore art I. (bad grammar not a liability of the producers)
*both throw themselves simultaneously into the loving embrace of his/her loved one*
*several steamy scenes later (censored for the benefit of the juveniles writing and reading this) the story continues*

ZS: oh I my dah-dah, have you heard of the latest grapevine news? we have a SON and he is zhihan!
I: *reels in shock* oh really ZS my dear?
ZS: i kid you not.
I: i wish you would stop talking like a stiffy old literature character. *sniffs disdainfully*
ZS: orh sorlie. liddat say, can or not, hunh?
I: can i kill you???
ZS: ah kill me not sweetheart for we have more pressing things to attend to. the son, arh, that zhihan, who is he and wherefore he comes? ah shit my language mess up already. alamak.
I: *takes a huge breath to stop herself from committing husband-icide* not from ME that's for sure. who is he? what does he look like? where does he stay? how do you know he's our SON?
ZS: i heard from ah-brian who heard from ah-shaun who heard from ah-hanjie who heard from ah-marc who heard from ah-
I: *tapes ZS's mouth with duct tape* just tell me the POINTS i want to know, thanks.
ZS: *muffled* he is our son and that is the truth. the stork told me.
I: *rolls eyes* so the STORK told you. i see.
ZS: and also we did a DNA test. and the results perfectly correlate the claim. a genotyping experiment is also running as we speak, which will further add credence to the story.
I: *looks faintly glassy eyed* uh, yeah.
*suddenly a tiny brown blob appears in the horizon and gets bigger as it runs towards the pair*
M: ah, my hump, my hump my hump my hump!
I: he calling me or you?
ZS: dunno. depends on his mood today... yesterday he went for guys and the day before it was girls.

*story to be continued*