Tuesday, March 9, 2010 | 9:27 PM

Flight. The idea of it has been visiting me recently. Really tempting. I wish for an air ticket, to a faraway place. To abandon all thoughts and be truly free. Destination no longer matters; Just somewhere without imaginary chains that chain me up, strangling and suffocating. But those are just scraps and pieces of thoughts. They remain so. Fathoming them was what I often did in my 'free' time.

Life has to go on. And it, without some restrictions would be unexciting. Right.

I pity my sergeant in camp. No one respects him, everyone bullies him, and worst of all, he likes it! Frankly, I feel he deserves it. Gambling has been a pastime in camp, though the stake is incredibly huge. Its like 50 dollars for a game of blackjack. Despite knowing everyone else has teamed up against him to rip him of his additional rank pay, he still gambles with them. Gambling alone has cost him $2400, a loss of respect and dignity. Insanity.