the days crawl by. at least i felt they did.

and with only a couple of days more before i dorn the starchy green outfit with the equally spunky hairstyle, my mind reaches a blur. sadly enough, it takes me fewer and fewer fingers to count the remaining days of civilian life, one brimming with distinctly vibrant boredom. i marvel at this lifestyle which i've adorned for the past few months, and it reeks of degrading physique and diminishing resolve to get moving again. a shake of the head, a depressed sigh and a guilty roll of the eyes. and i wonder, when exactly was my last p.e. lesson? the days of skiving off to the squash courts with a few other goons admist maths lectures quickly surface in my memory, and the vivid scenes of volleyball rallies bring back many smiles to say the least. i remember the audacious run around 6th avenue with pals fiona and nico, and oh yes, the insanely many many times i walked back the metophoric 8-mile home. so give and take a few more push ups, creative punishments, and vulgarities-spewing sergeants, a new life awaits in 13 days time.

and as disillusioning as it may sound, *pause*, life's like that.