So I'm gonna leaving to serve the nation in exactly 2 weeks' time.
I guess I'm constructing this post in the hope that there's still at least one of you out there who will read it. Yes, I know this blog is hanging by a thread that is my steadily decreasing interest in blogging. Hell, I can tell you that the state of this blog echoes the state of my life.
We're talking about neglect and nonchalance.
And then now, I'm about to be thrust from the swampy bog of uneventful-ness into a whole other bag of chips in a little more than 14 days.
I'm talking about maturity. Obeying orders, respecting authority...and that's not even the half of it.
Actually, in retrospect, I don't think this whole army thing's the issue at all.
This uneventful-ness...I think it's because I've been holding back, though the questions of what I am holding back and what or who I am holding back from still remain. And this sudden realisation of my imminent servitude to the nation...
It's like it's now or never to finally let go.
Sometimes, it's a wonder how your own mind - most sacred, most fragile, and most treasured - can seem so foreign to you.
A good 14 days, 23 hours and 10 minutes to be exact.
Well, give or take 15 minutes.
But before you start bringing out the celebration streamers and/or vuvuzelas to celebrate my inevitable triumphant return, I must regret to inform you readers that this...isn't it.
In fact, there is an altogether simpler and, some would say, 'shallower' reason for this post. Something that a number of you can probably identify with.
I'M HAVING NEW OBSESSIONS.
I want a copy of Transformers: War For Cybertron.
I want an Original Skateboards Torpedo 40 Longboard.
I want to longboard.
Okay fine, I wanna learn how to longboard.
I want a pair of new 'everyday' shoes.
Seeing as how it's my birthday in a mere 2 months, 18 days, 22 hours and 52 minutes, I thought it might prove a little handy to put those into mention should any of you feel an overwhelming generous need to provide me with them.
And no, I don't mean all of them at once.
Though I won't stop you if you do have the overwhelming generous need to do that.
And yes, I am aware of this whole 'consumerism' trap I'm falling into.
I'm taking one for the team here. So what are YOU complaining about?
And even though I'll be on an altogether separate island than most of you in a month or so, need I remind you that a great singer once mentioned there wasn't a body of water that was big enough to come between me and you, with 'you' referring to the objects I've named above?
I'm just paraphrasing here.
So yeah, do your local oblivious ape a favour and drop him a booty call off some of those as presents, 'kay? This is really the only time he's ever asked for anything.
Well, the only time this year.
Okay fine, THIS MONTH.
Again with the details, geez.
