Friends, Bruneians, Countrymen! Lend me your ears! I come to bury ceasar, not to praise him. Brutus said Caesar was ambitious, and Brutus is an honourable man.
But enough of William Shakespeare - i think i hear someone being sick.
The other day, as i was happily munching on doritos muchachos and playing GRAW2 for the second time and enjoying it as much (if not more so) as the first, i stopped and thought. In less than three months time i will be on a type 3321 HMS Orlando hurricane battlecruiser airship (or just an ordinary Singapore Airlines 747) flying to France via KL. The thought of me leaving Brunei for good for the first time in my life made me shudder. How would i get all the new English game releases without having to pay tax and import surplus, or (the mere idea is frightening) using a CREDIT CARD to pay for overseas delivery charge?
Something else i am pondering even now - when i eventually leave France to join the English army and undergo officer training at Sandhurst, i will need to prove my identity as a British citizen. The passport is fine, i have both French and UK passports, but my bloody ACCENT will be so thick theyll execute me as a French spy!
I'll be like "eh, noo i amm ze inglish sitizen! I swere eet, i amm inglish! i hav ze passeporte!" And theyll be like "Get this bullshit out of my fucking face soldier"
AAAH ~~ jokes. My accent wont be that bad. Hopefully.
The good side about me leaving though is that Kel will stop getting white hair over my constant nagging and perpetual extended vocabulary. And Darragh will lose competition in the English classroom. And i wont ever ever ever EVER have to sing chinese on stage again!
France will be cool. Discos, live bands, sweet beaches, dior perfume available practically wherever i fucking GO...
But no matter how much it will rock, i am going to miss everyone except Johnny and i wish i could take everyone with me except Dominic. Jokes.
You know, when i started writing this i felt really inspired but then i had to go eat lunch and when i came back up i remembered about the Geo project. Then i cried for a very long time and prayed that it would fly down upon a cloud of pure white doves carrying peace in their wings and light in their eyes. But it was not to be. So i am sitting here concluding a post kelvin urged me to make before i died this summer evening.
If i get as bored as this again i promise i will write another long post on this blog. When i leave i will try to write as often as possible.
Yours in all random sincerity,
Raoul
P.S. When i wake up i will not remember writing this
No comments:
Post a Comment