Hokay. As the clock hand ticks down, almost without remorse, I again feel the compelling need to think about my life. Life before, life now and most importantly, life after army. Without doubt, my social life has dwindled to an extent I now find it awkward to talk to some people. This cycle has to stop because I don't want to continue finding new friends and losing the old ones. It's utterly senseless, but what to do..

I miss the days in secondary school. Playing soccer even during short short breaks, splitting my shorts because of stretches the Olympian gymnasts would have been proud of. Scoring goals, laughing and just downright slamming of the soccer ball. Then there were the sweet days of lazing in the bandroom. Chilling, bitching, sight-reading. There were even stayovers, camps and of course concerts to boot. The occasional table tennis game of course. Saturdays would be.. sectionals, lunch and further bonding. Crap man, I actually miss the days in AHS.

Then came JC. Almost everybody were somewhere else. I had no choice but to start all over again. Fortunately, everybody was just pure combustible fun and friendliness. Less soccer now but still, the occasional soccer sessions here and there. Gaming was now 'in'. Band, as usual provided the cultural familiarity i needed. It all culminated in Hawaii where WE acheived gold. Early mornings sitting at the same place, seeing the SAME people. Just nestling up to some good ol' comfy pillows (ignore the drool) and that big big bear. Countless days buying mashed potato at Neptune Court.

Alas, army came. Suddenly, everybody was nearly gone again. This time, even my hair too. -_- But anyway, i survived the sandflies and mosquitos. I braved the Jacob's ladder with the help of my comrades. We finished the preliminary stages of changing our fatty bom bom lives and yet again, almost everybody disappeared. Now, the people who, together, found out more about the real world and most importantly, discovered manual hard labour. Which of course, was a big culture shock to many. We discovered a different side of Australia.

As I finally see the end of the tunnel, will this be the same old story?

I will hunt memories and relive them once more.

6:28 am;

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