Weekend Warriors
The concept was simple, the strategy straightforward. It was the plan which would bring in some dough on the side, without me having to actually step inside a breadshop. Or so I thought.
Oh how wrong I was.
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Flashback two weeks to a sleepy bunk on the island of what we shall call, for the purpose of retaining both its anonymity and my clean criminal record (military police are all inherently sneaky buggers), Stekong. A soldier sorely laments over how the grass not only seemed greener on the other isle, but also contained markedly less people in pixelated prints. The soldier finds himself unable to be completely at rest, and yet a state of alertness evades him as his muscles scream silent rebellion. His eyes gaze towards the ceiling, and as metaphorical thought bubbles make their way casually towards the sky, this is what we see: a spirit subdued by the banalities of the week; senses dulled by sheer lack of stimuli; philosophical questions such as "I wonder what's for lunch?", and the like. And yet, amidst these we catch a tiny glimmer, a quiet flicker of hope for the Friday which is to come.
For Fridays signify his weekly genesis; his ritual fresh beginning, his breath of fresh air, his lease of life, his shackles unbound, his tabula rasa (you knew it was coming). Well, it isn't quite a new birth of biblical proportions, but rest assured our soldier's feeling mighty fine.
He has served his time the better of five-sevenths of the week, and he'll be damned if he wasn't going to spend the rest of it actually living life.
But let this not be just about the military--the daily grind's a battle in its own right, and one also heretofore unrivalled. Our hearts go out to the nine-to-fivers as well, for we empathize with long bus journeys and even longer ez-link top-up receipts. It is for these valiant individuals--individuals dedicated to taking the lemons that they get for freedom, and making not just juice, but sherberts and whole assortments of citrusy goodness--that theviewfromhere would like to honourarily recognize, for their testament to life, living, and everything in between: the Weekend Warriors.
For your very own Aide Memoire to the Weekend?
Read all about it, after the jump.
Weekend Warriors:
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NB: I realised I never really mentioned what the money-making plan was. Well, to put it simply and in a nice footnote-friendly bite-sized piece, let's just say that I don't quite deem my online ravings as yielding evidence of any potential editorial prowess just yet. So it's probably safe to say things'll be sticking to the blogosphere for now
Edit (14/6): Apologies, I haven't uploaded the latest content to WW just yet, but I promise it'll be up soon. Check back in a bit!
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