I pulled out my duffel bag and field pack which has been laid aside for the past few months yesterday to pack for my OBS trip.
When I zip open the bags, a familar smell engulf me... the smell of BMT. The smell of Tekong. The smell of my bunk.
Its not like I never wash my stuff. Its just this lingering smell from Tekong. I am sure you guys know what I am talking about.
I was reminded of my 3 months stay on that cursed offshore island. Though I call it a "cursed" island, it brings back to me fond memories.
Such nostalgia.
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