About 3 hours to be exact.
I'm excited because it's my first flight since Primary 5. That, and the 2 days of R&R that we'll be getting. Or rather 1 day since first day is controlled tour.
Bummer.
Other than that, I'm gonna try my best to survive the training. It's not tough, but its mindfucking.
The fact that every single one of my instructors come with a custom made in-built loudhailer doesn't seem to help.
Argh.
What's worse, most of the shows are having break and I have no shows to put inside my iPod, resulting in a spammage of BBT. Oh well, at least there'll be plenty of episodes when I return.
If I do return. (ooh hardcoreeeeeee)
Wanted to blog a topic-based post but got lazy and spent my day watching movies instead. Shall do it when I come home. Hope I still remember the topic. It's been on my mind for sometime and I've been wanting to talk about it for a while now.
ANYWAY.
Have to go bathe now.
I hate this feeling.
That I forgot to bring something.
That I will to miss my family.
That when I'm going to sleep, they're still up and watching TV or surfing net.
I'm a wimp, ain't I.
How could you so, so easily fold?
0 comments:
Post a Comment