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Had field camp this week. It was the single most utterly disastrous deployment ground we ever had. The positions the higher command chose were practically swimming pools. Not to mention that right in front of me was a pond with an unlimited supply of commando mosquitoes. You know, those that manage to bite through 2 layers of clothing, underwear included.

We were in a pretty good mood. I was like singing and joking and playing around. I don’t know man, something just snapped. Haha. The situation was so ridiculous you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. Smile in the face of adversity and chuck the mud back down its throat. Army’s making us weird.

Yesterday was a fantastic day. We had soccer at chinese high. Scored 2 nice goals that made my day. Hehe. [to Detong: song bo!] Brought the guys to dinner at the ramen stall I spotted last week. The one that looked really authentic. Looked. It didn’t exactly taste japanese. The buggers. Ajisen ramen is tonnes better. We ended up playing LAN in cineleisure, which was a blast. Despite playing CS for only one hour, I haven’t had such fun in ages. Yeah, CS, that game for uncles like us. Haha.

Ah yes. Saturday dinners. Weekends will never be the same again =)

Hello. I’m not dead yet. That would probably be 60 years down the road.

This was a really really short weekend because I got back home only last evening. I’ve to go in an hour’s time. Anyway.

Life is really gearing up to become a routine. You spend 5 days looking forward to book out day. Then you book out. On Friday night you’re probably at home resting or otherwise clubbing. On Sat you’re going out with your friends or having a hangover. On Sunday it’s soccer followed by book in blues. Singapore isn’t exactly an exciting place. There are limits to the number of clubs, restaurants, shopping malls and soccer courts you can haunt.

Recently I’ve started playing dota. Haven’t had an obsession for quite some time. Makes me feel myself again. Hehe.

I suddenly realised how close I’ve become to my army friends. We’ve come such a long way. It’s funny how I used to want nothing to do with the army once I’ve booked out, but now I find myself going out with them during the weekends.

They’re the ones who are there with you when the shit starts coming. And believe me, we take a a lot of shit. No one else will understand/give a fuck when you tell them what you’ve been going through. It’s hard to rival that kind of bonding.

I haven’t been reading. Just can’t seem to sit myself down. Not much time to read since we’ve been back in camp.

Before you know it, it’s time to book in again.

Random thought: a quarter of my life has already gone.