My serving orders came in the mail today. 2nd August.

Life phases are passing by in top gear. Thinking back 3 years ago, this very day(metaphorically of course) it was "finally, days of school uniforms are over", who knew that in 3 years time I'd be donning a new uniform, representing a new 'school' shall we say. Thousands of males, of various colours, donning the same uniform, leaving the comforts of their own home to serve the Republic.

3 years breezed past. Memories were made. Both good and bad. Cum 19th May, I leave behind days of mindless fun, never ending folly and silly endeavors. After 19th May, serious thoughts on life have to be made. Finishing my license, finding a job that can sustain not only me but my family to mention a couple. I've come to realise that the monthly allowances won't begin to cover my shopping habit let alone my lifestyle. Money, it seems, DOES make the world go round.

I'm hoping the Y.O.G job wont bail on me at the eleventh hour. Finishing my license alone would make me roughly 500 bucks poorer. 500 bucks of which would be a struggle for Mom alone to sponsor me. 500 bucks of which I don't have. 500 bucks worth of sweat. Not to even mention other infamous items that I have my sights on.

Dilemma numero uno. Should Dad attend my graduation?

Dilemma numero dos. Its been going on for a while now. I hope you have an inkling of what's happening and my feelings towards you. The easy way out would be to tell her when I'm about to serve. Then I'll be more worried about serving rather than her reaction. But cynics would bring about the "what's right and what is easy". I'm aware what I'll be doing wont be right but I've yet summon the courage to tell her.

I have a gut feeling you know I'm openly flirting with you but you keep on going. It's surprising how often I'd say I'll break off our -ship but yet I keep coming back. If that doesn't tell you how head over heels for you I am, I don't know what will.

I'm just hopelessly in love with you. No matter how kental that sounds. eh?