The lamest way to be crippled

So what. See, time flies. 5 weeks into what we refer to as the "island". Thousand of eager souls gasping for fresh air every weekend, clenching their fists, and yearning for that magic date where they get to leave that island for good.

Whatever happens again in the next week will probably be what I call "concentrated pain". What's more, the uncertainty and fear from this whole thing comes from the fact that mistakes have consequences (very intuitively) that are far more grave than mere knock it downs. However, again, I'd like to stick with the perspective that kept me alive and kicking for this five weeks-time will past no matter what we do. We're not stuck, we're just moving along time. Every activity takes us towards our goal so every second is better than the previous.

So what. Armed with my invincible paradigm yet I'm still not exactly confident for the week ahead?Make that six days, it's not even a week! But I still fear. And why do people fear. Because they subconsciously and instinctively want to get adjusted to consequences and be mentally prepared. Isn't that another intuitive function of fear. And now probably if I go on blabbing I'll soon hit the realm of the advantages of being pessimistic.

This is going to sound pretty random but I have very wounded abrasions on my inner thighs. Specifically on the underwear lining and that is making me worry shit because I have only two mere days to recover them fully and find a remedy and way not to develop them again (unnecessarily!). Being sick is unfortunate enough but being sick enough to miss lessons and trainings is something even more worrisome. Especially next week can't be missed at all! So much for the nice title, I like the semi pseudo pun. Oh well! I'm effectively crippled. Walking, opps, I mean staggering like some unstable shit.

I hope next week will be where the gradient of intensity of events against time turn towards zero and intensity of toughness in tekong hits it's maximum point. from whereby it shall take a steep negative gradient, and plummet and hover slightly above zero.

Oh wow. This is my first official long post after a long time! I'd realized that there is really a spectrum of varying characters out there. Everyone is unique and special but in different ways. However, I strongly believe the good, the bad and the ugly is the perfect summary of what seems to be in a random assortment of 46 teenage boys gathered together one fine Friday the thirteen to commit the next (approx) 800 days to their nation. What's more, being coerced to. Perhaps coercion is an understatement.

Blog again tomorrow. I think I had many things to say. Had. But now my blistering thighs are beckoning and I have to shift about 92.45% of my focus to it. Lest the pain spin out of control, I shall focus my energy on it and make it hurt not so much. How? Beats me.