Sunday night

Woohoo, blogging in camp. Sunday really sucks. My mood is always damn bad on Sundays. Cause it's the day where I compare my platoon mates to my civilian mates AKA friends. It's always damn sad to book in you know, makes me feel that the world outside is so great. But whenever I'm outside I always don't cherish the time properly as compared to what I'd have whenever I'm in camp. Was feeling stony and miserable when I'm in my dad's car. Then suddenly 93.3FM played the song na xie nian. I was reading into the lyrics for no reasons. Like normally when you listen to a music you just listen to the beat, but this time, I listened to the lyrics. And all of a sudden, all the flashback memories from secondary school hit back. Felt so strange. Like I've been brought back to the past. And all of a sudden, I started missing you. I feel like talking to you, feel like sharing about my life. Feel like sending you home, feel like sitting below your house chilling. And that army reality snapped back when I reach SAFTI. Feels so sad. A Sunday night to remember.