still plenty of time to continue the indulgence.

Yesterday, I got the chance to hang out with some of my Army mates — my juniors from the days as a Close Combat Instructor. It was nothing special, just a small gathering. And when I say small gathering, I do mean it: it was only three of us for the majority of the evening, until the last member of the party came along. So, yes. There we were, chilling out at Timbre @ the Substation last night.

And it was pretty darn fun. Especially when we were all swapping stories of our favourite incidents during our time as an Instructor. I was the most senior one there, followed by Kevin (one batch after me who experienced his liberation several months ago), Shaun (one batch after Kevin and who is looking forward to ORD in about six weeks) and finally Ewen (one batch after Shaun which means he’s stuck as a slave to the Army until next year). The fact that all of us were in a straight order of succession did not escape me. I thought that was pretty cool, and a nice twist of fate. At any rate, all four of us had a blast reminiscing about our own personal anecdotes while trying to keep up with the current state of affairs. We also conversed about music and our lives seperate from the Army experience. It was an evening well worth the time.

Somehow or rather, I’ve rather been enjoying the unexpected gatherings I’ve been having with people from my past. It is unlike my nature to be so enthusiastic to even make the effort to meet up with them to begin with, because I’m just so deliciously anti-social and would prefer to savour the comforts within my room rather than deal with the masses in the urban jungles. But lately, I have secretly been looking forward to these sort of adventures. Could it be that my brain is trying to tell me something? That it is time for me to give up being an anti-social hero, reveling in my seclusion and being faux-bitter at the innocent bystanidiots (bystanders + idiots)?

It is entirely possible, yes. However, I could also chalk this down to the fact that I’ve not been engaging in full-time work for exactly four weeks now. Yes, it’s officially been a month and I have yet to be bothered to commit myself fully to the working world again. I am content with the freelancing I am doing right now, even if the money earned is just perfectly enough to cover my bills and my most basic needs.

So, what am I to do or think of this latest development? Or am I simply letting myself be immersed in yet another round of melodrama conjured up by my constantly-overworking brain? I honestly do not know. But it sure is nice to reconnect with friends and colleagues from the days gone by. Thus, I shall stop reading too much into these latest developments and simply let things unfold as they should.

After all, there is still time to indulge in these lighthearted affairs. 2810 is still out of reach.

… There is still sufficient time to enjoy myself, before the war begins.