i smell the weekend.
it is a good smell, the weekend; especially more so if the past few weekdays were fruitful.
there is always this sense of expectation and excitement when book-out day draws closer when one is in camp. but often, when it is finally book-out day, there is little, or in some cases, nothing, to look forward to when the weekends come around.
no one is ever free, or at least, no one is ever free when you are.
well, that is just part of the problem.
there is always cleaning to do, clothes to wash, things to be packed and put away, training programmes to be followed, newspapers to catch up on, notes to study, things to remember, books to read.
this is the weekend; all of the aforementioned crammed into 2 days, or some would argue, less.
it's times like that when i think to myself(i know this is gonna sound crazy), "damn, i miss army(BMT) life."
crazy huh.
there is always this sense of expectation and excitement when book-out day draws closer when one is in camp. but often, when it is finally book-out day, there is little, or in some cases, nothing, to look forward to when the weekends come around.
no one is ever free, or at least, no one is ever free when you are.
well, that is just part of the problem.
there is always cleaning to do, clothes to wash, things to be packed and put away, training programmes to be followed, newspapers to catch up on, notes to study, things to remember, books to read.
this is the weekend; all of the aforementioned crammed into 2 days, or some would argue, less.
it's times like that when i think to myself(i know this is gonna sound crazy), "damn, i miss army(BMT) life."
crazy huh.
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7:26 AM
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