Missing

2/5/12 thru 19/5/12 (18/5/12 really); Many people might not share my sentiments. I actually enjoyed this period of in-camp training, minus the field training exercise due to the safety time-out. So much so that I actually felt slightly 'empty' when I returned to the civilised world. I missed the staying in time where my comrades and I had 'heart-to-heart' talks (the gayish term coined purposely to exaggerate), thrash talks and life chats. I missed prawning and eating our catch. I missed bitching about the excess time we had to wait out, and sleep out, when we really enjoyed it. I missed playing LogoQuiz with everyone. I missed complaining about the tasteless PRC cookhouse food and the ultra-spicy PLC cookhouse food and the sit-around breakfast after every morning's session. I missed the daily morning physical training. I will miss all my comrades for the coming year. Back to reality, I am about to fly off on another journey to Bintulu. I hate that place, not for the place, but the work I shall be embarking on, the clients I am obliged to and the national holidays I have to wait through.