Okay... For once in my 2-year sentence in National Service i am actually falling under the weather at a time i actually want it. Guess what?! Another IPPT tomorrow! Not that i don't understand why these IPPT exists. Maintaining physical fitness throughout your national service is absolute bullshit, but having a company full of IPPT Silvers and Golds definitely makes your profile look better when you are the Officer Commanding of that company, and form the point of view of our dear OC, i guess he needs it. So yes, i am going to try my best tomorrow for IPPT, but with my current condition and the fact that my pathetically short legs and innate fear of falling had been preventing me from getting a silver for SBJ for the last... 8 years of my life, i seriously doubt that i can suddenly reach 225 (i think) tomorrow. So... good luck to me and the rest of the 7 people of my platoon who despite our stagnant physical standards are expected to get better results magically overnight (or in 3 weeks notice). So friends, strive hard!
That issue aside, yes i AM really sick.. not doubt about that. i believe what my mum always tells me: you know your own body the best (in Chinese), so I'm fully aware the endless flow of transparent liquids from my nasal passages and a constant need to crawl into bed cocooning myself in my blanket and able to sleep soundly throughout the entire day (and through the Korean pep rallies in my bunk) a definite sign of me falling ill. BUT!, so some unknown reason, I've been told since i entered the army that reporting sick for flu in an army camp is a free ticket to DB or SOL sponsored by the term Malingering (i think its spelt this way), thus i gave up the though of reporting sick and would rather die in at the turning point of the 2.4km running route tomorrow... so if you don't see anymore posts after this, well you know what happened, and due to the short notice, I'm most probably going to cause a lot of noise at my void deck so, hey come pay me a visit! =)
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