This week passed by alot more quickly than i had expected. Luckily so.
With me doing guard duty for last saturday i have spent 12 consecutive nights till yesterday's in bunk at camp. Without sleeping in my nice comfy bed and grabbing my all mushed up bolster!!!!! ):

An agonising wait for yesterday, no doubt. And the same can be said for guard duty where you literally DO NOTHING. Okay, apart from standing around LOOKING important. Seriously, theres no better way to waste your weekend away than to do nothing but stone for 24 hours. Yes, i admit that i stone all the time. BUT NOT FOR TWENTY FOUR FRIGGING HOURS. It pretty much capped off a sad sad week. (damn barca)

As of now, i have red spots all over my body. No idea how i got them, but they're prolly related to something we did outfield since a quite a number of others got it as well. But no one else got it worse than i did. /: My forearms, my thighs, the back of my hand, my tummy, my BUTT. It got so itchy that even my usual refrainfromscratchingmosquitobite-self couldnt stop scratching them at one point, crying for help. Hahaha. The medical officer in camp didnt know what in the world they were, judging from his total silence while fiddling with the keyboard. The doc at the clinic said they were sandfly bites. But heck, ive been bitten by sandflies enough to tell that they're not. Oh wells. As long as they're gone soon.

They're better now i think, but i dont even dare step out of my house lest i get weird stares from others accompanied with a 10m radius of desolation around me.

Life in camp really sucks, with so much to learn, so many hours to tolerate in a boring learning environment, so many efforts to keep myself from dozing off, so many tests to take, so many tests to retake WARGH. The only redemption was the feeling of real explosives going BOOM not so far away from you. The shockwaves literally blow you away.

It's really sad how when i meet up with ANYONE the guys will have nothing to talk about to each other apart from army stuff. It just shows how our lives have changed under the green pieces of cloth we don daily. Heck, even my blog posts are all about army life. Sigh.

Sigh i miss school alot alot. I miss civilian life alot alot.