The scouts went home to play dota for their nights out, so met them online today.

Really miss them. Talking about crazy happenings in camp, complaining together about our sad fate in recon. Basic survival skills sounds so fun. Although I don't think I'd be very happy about ripping the head of a poor cute bird then skinning it... or swining a chicken around by its neck, or holding a komodo dragon by its tail and... well you get the picture. But, you gotta eat, eh?

I miss sitting on my pathetic thin mattress'd bed, trying to forget about the heat and stickiness while reading my book and zoning out to my mp3 player. I miss my rusty dusty locker, where I stuffed all my worn and new uniforms and pt kits. I miss doing stupid jobs like bangla work and pt together with the platoon, and I miss Lt Enriquez. He was probably the nicest PC I've had.

Its so stupid, but back in those days I was thinking of getting out of there to my better life with safsa, and maybe doing games design. Who would've thought I'd be doing both now.

Life is weird. Treasure every moment.