This thing called time

One week of January just went by.I am stranded in a quite freaking long 31-day month. I have duty on the 24th, Sunday's Sentry (om gosh, alliteration) Oh well. Sucks to be me. But it's part and parcel of army life.

This thing called time is so annoying. No matter how you scream and yell at it. It takes it's own time. And when you're late, it just doesn't slow down. Time is an annoying brat because it doesn't listen to me. Oh my. Oh time. why are you taking your own sweet time. This is my only request to you, please hurry up!

There's something called fitness which has been missing in my life for pretty some months. Last week we had PT for mostly everyday. I love PT, because in NS life, it's the only thing that you can take home with you. Parades, cleaning arms, cleaning bunks, going outfield, ain't really gonna benefit. (guard duty being the worst of all) But if there are things which I want to take away from NS, that would be fitness (which I have yet achieved) and of course, the ability to drive. That would be a good takeaway. But miserable achievement for a two years waste of time (which could be spent in other better ways).

I'd like to thing that if I blog every week. It takes four posts to get a month over and done with. And it takes about lets say 14X4=56 posts to get myself ORD-ed. That is pretty miserable but I like counting down. There is this bittersweet impulse to it. It's like YES, and no. Then in my mind runs automatically mechanism to convince myself time is doing it's job (pretty fine).

Oh oh my oh my. They say, my time will come. But it looks so far away! I'm not dreading book in nowadays or camp life or SOC or whatever. I just. Want my former life back!