Everything feels so surreal since the events that have unfolded since Thursday night took place. Although it wasn't me who had to go through the entire ordeal, I still feel the pain for my friend or rather one of my brothers. Well, I am following Shakespears' rule that "for he who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother". So he qualifies as one.
It set me back thinking, "Am I ready for the death of my parents?" Obviously I am not. But then, being the sneaky one he is, God always has something up his sleeves. Tragedy will hit you when you least expect it. Since you never expect tragedy to happen, the probability for it to happen to you at this very moment is extremely high.
Losing one's parents is no easy thing. To say that I am unprepared to lose mine is simply an understatement. To say that I never want to lose mine is simply delusional. The debt that I owe to my parents is simply too much. I doubt I will be able to fully repay them once I am fully able to. But I will do my best to fulfill that not because I am a filial son, not because it is a requirement set by the government to do so but because I owe them so much. And I am one person who doesn't like to owe people anything.
Although this might seem like a drastic change of topic, on another hand (anyway...) the road to recovery seems pretty much straightforward and smooth sailing for me. Being able to run again, albeit getting hit from multiple stitches all at one go, is truly blissful. I remember that in the army I was able to clock at least 5 klicks a day of running. I said at least because on a normal basis, everyone would clock more than 10 klicks daily. And that is excluding the ones that we have to run with our men who needs an extra push(kena fuck and tekan by people like me) so that by some chance, they'd be able to pass their IPPT. Right now, being able to run a mere 2 klick without having to stop is already a blessing for me.I miss the days when I was able to complete a 5klick run in just under 15 minutes (upon which I blacked out at the end).
However, I have so far been quite successful in the battle of the bulge. At least I am not so fat now. The image of me having double chin (which I kind of already have) is simply disgusting. Plus, I was not able to fit into so many of my pants. Those that were tailored have already been given away. However, recently, the pants that I have been wearing since I had the stomach of a 3 month old pregnant woman has been feeling pretty lose. Well, that could only mean that I am finally losing it. Oh wells, I've been cycling a bit, swimming when I can and hitting the gym as often as 5 times a week. As for food, I've been cutting down here and there. The final obstacle, I guess, would be the ciggies. I guess every little bit helps. This all came from a picture of my JC rugby days. I was able to have a 6 pack then, I should be able to have them soon. It's all about how much I want it. Besides being able to look good once again, its actually about...hell, it mostly about being able to look good.
Well, I guess that pretty much sums up everything.
