Just Another Soldier.

It is about waking up before first light, you rush to find a pair of nice smelling socks and shirt. Then you realise there isn't any because it is Friday, but you don't give a dang because thank God it is Friday. Halfway down the stairs you notice you forgot to bring your 11B- again. You contemplate.. and fucked it because as usual there's only two minutes left. You ain't going to scan the green card for breakfast again. You reached the cook house and wondered whether it'll be hot tea or iced, and then you settled with hot. The morning passed with other tough decisions like briefs or boxers or nothing. Should you bring your mobile down? And so on. Lunch came. AH, your enchanting dentist was there. She melts your jaded soul every time you see her. She caught you staring- for too long, because everyone was staring anyway. A certain restlessness soaks up your legs, accompanied by sad questions. Just another soldier you are. You are just another soldier.


Happy birthday to me. And Kekang. And all other Pisces babies.