That unwelcomed sunday feeling hit me again...
The last time i felt that way was like seven years ago when i was still under the status of "NSF" active unit.

Where every sunday night book in means endless outfield and cheong suah.
That thought just deter you from ever wanting to step foot beyond those gates..

Now 7 years on, even when we are supposed to be RESERVIST, its still that stupid mentality...
Damn sianz...
forest, mosquitoes, muds, blanks, and endless weights on the shoulder, for the next 7days...

Damn farking sianz...