Morning of first day of FOC

I like mornings. They are nice and cool, weather that is hardly possible throughout the day of my country. I am sitting alone here in the forum of NUS. Ok, I am not really alone, because people are walking by me, and also, across me, there is a foreign student sitting at another bench. Do not ask me where I know he is foreign. I just know. /Healing from my ailing ankle. Not 100%. In fact, I give it 50%, and I think I will get some change back. I think operation is more of less certain. Only time and cost, both monetary value and opportunity cost. I have already lost a lot of those when I entered the unthinkable. For me, the unthinkable still exist. /Morning of Geo Soc FIC aka FOC. I remember my first FOC I was super late. The 2^nd one I was on time. This time, I am super early, so early that I can only feel the cold wind, while practising my typing without looking at the screen, just looking around for people that I might know. Feeling quite ill. Nose has been bad since ICT, because the air is so dirty. I think I should be exempted from dusty areas, but if only I was my own MO. He just thinks everyone wants to fake out of army, which is only 70% true. I dare say I'm the 30% honest.