The irony of life. I was wanting to finally get to visit this holiday resort and cease the usage of my brain for a solid 2 years. Sure enough, I got it now, though it is not as brainless as I expected, but pretty brainless. Yet, all I want to do now is go somewhere else, anywhere, including school to use my brain again.

I must admit that the island is beautiful, almost too beautiful. Myriads of stars in the morning, calming waves lapping against the shore, aerial stunts by nature's flyers. Its too much of a holiday resort really. Only thing theres no holiday here.

The people here are nice, at least in my bunk section. Great for talk cock sessions. But thats about all positive here. Okay, the delightful ride on the tonner to range perhaps. The intrigue of trying my hand at new activities like shooting and stuff. Thats all.

Well, I guess I sorted out my thoughts. I am miserable that is definite, so why bother making it worse? At least this stay at holiday resort is teaching me loads more about family and friends. I used to think that I may not call home every night, used to think it is redundant, since I am stuck here anyway. But yet it has evolved into a responsibility now, to let my family know I am okay, though most of the time it is to provide me a pillar of strength.

Friends. I have got to know how much more they can be through my years of adolescence. They have turned into a reason now, a reason for me to fight all the shit I get, a reason for me to survive till bookout. A reason for me to pass IPPT this monday. I hope I can do it. But yes, I will definitely try to look them up each bookout, cause they are the reason I book out. It is the meet up every week that renews my fighting spirit. It is the little calls and messages that gets me through.

Oh well. 6 hours before I am back to being a soldier. I be strong again.

Will it really get better after 6 weeks?