Canadian Thanksgiving/Columbus Day/Leif Erikson Day
2006-10-09 @ 12:29 p.m.

So here I am, back in camp again. Funny how the degree of freedom I enjoy seems inversely related to the extent to which I feel depressed. I remember when I used to report to the interchange at Pasir Ris, jostling with the hundreds of other recruits waiting for buses. Then, there was the odd twinge of sadness at going back to Tekong, but there was still the sense of solidarity with your bunkmates that got you through each week. Then at SI, and later at Sembawang Camp, it was a bit lonelier, but you could still find people to talk to when you needed company. Now, life from Monday to Friday is generally a constant revolution between camp and home. It's not that I don't want to stay out. I just wish it wasn't so damn lonely here. Facebook helps, because it's a connection to my JC friends, and church is a haven, obviously, but nobody can be there 24/7. I guess nobody can be really happy if they take the time to seriously think about their lives. Never has simplicity seemed so attractive. (Or time travel, which is unfortunately still a theoretical concept.)