I lost count. Yesterday was Day 4. Today's Day 5. Only a week to bookout. With that thought, my depression recedes a little.

Then I run through all the Hong Kong faces, and I'm depressed again. Stupid of me. Gotta learn how to stop thinking about them.

Dad sent me Dong Dong's* number. Said I could look for him over the weekend. I just might. Maybe.

Orientation Officer's giving a lecture about managing emotions later. I'd like to hear what he has to say. Might help.

Oh, one little interesting detail I wanted to note. After four days of not using facial cream, my pimples have gone down significantly. Maybe the sweat is helping.
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Called home, apparently I'm staying at Dong Dong's house over the weekend. Juliet** cried yesterday and Marty's been having bad temper tantrum's (Mom said). They miss me. I miss them too. Damn, I miss them something bad.

The two little ones go on vacation next week, they're gonna visit me soon. I can't wait for that. Really. God, I wish I was going to college instead of training in here.

Apparently if we fail the third physical test, we get confined. Fuck.

The OO's talk wasn't helpful at all.

By the way, the IASAS*** pen is running out, so I'm using the pen Mom gave me.

I try not to think about my depression. Sometimes I even feel happy. But then we get a little free time, my mind wanders and suddenly I feel like crying. I've never felt like tearing up so often before. God...

I need a girlfriend or something. Some kind of emotional support.
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Okay, good news. Remedial training only keeps you for one day. Also, I'm getting more used to it here. Getting more friends, more distractions. Dong Dong still hasn't called back, his phone is never on. Maybe I ought to call Dad and tell him.
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Okay, Dong Dong's not back in Singapore yet. That explains the phonecalls.

Marty apprently keeps asking when they're going to visit me. Soon. Soon.

Found out that Sunday is filled with footdrills. All through the damn afternoon. Shit. Gonna be a long long day.

Okay nevermind, four-hour footdrill tomorrow. Hell is closer than we think.

Oh, and we found a good way to distract ourselves. Telling ghost stories. More something interesting than something scary. It passes the time.

*Dong Dong's a childhood friend of mine. We were really close when I was in Singapore. Haven't seen him in years.

**Juliet's my little sister. Nine this year. I named her too.

***A pen I received when attending the IASAS MUN 2005 Conference in Manila.