What if everything you've been holding on for your very life isn't really there at all? What's the point of going on without faith? Faith in yourself? What if nothing's left of you? Then what?

Someone once asked me. Who are you. Who am I?

I'm jason ong. 19 this year. Serving my national service. Placed on status due to defective arms. Just received a nephew. Was from odac. Had friends close to me.

Now, what if I lose something that I have. Do I remain who I used to be? Oh crap. I don't make sense at all. Again.

Anyway. Today was fun. Bummed around. Did nothing. Did everything. It was fun.

Had my medical appointment today. Yes. Finally, after the past months. It's suspected that I'm born with loose ligaments. Whee. Exciting stuff. Under "intensive physiotherapy" now. To get bulky shoulder muscles. Woohoo.