I could totally relate to Cowboy Caleb‘s entry on his spanking new blog. “I pledge to blog on a regular basis and this time use the ‘old style circa 2002-2006′”

Yup, the emergence of Facebook, Twitter, Weibo, Instagram, and the rather promising Path (note the deliberate omission of Google+), forever changed the way content is shared.

He churned out seven entries within fifty hours, something which I could easily parallel if not for the fact that I’ll be away for a while.

I had to clarify earlier this afternoon that I’m not “always on leave” ok? Rewind to the last quarter of the year. Full attendance for October and November. And in December, I was absent in the first week for Resonance. Then it was two weeks of “National Service Leave”, followed by a week in Beijing. Regardless of how much fun I had with my listeners, it was still technically a working trip and recorded in the leave system as “Outstation”. So. This is my first “Annual Leave” since September.

The original plan was to do NOTHING at home for a week.

And then, I realized I couldn’t sit still.

So my itchy fingers did some clicking, and I got myself an air ticket to Hong Kong within minutes. There were some complications with the accommodation though. It took at least six people to make multiple calls before they managed to secure a corporate discount for the hotel. This is what happens when you make bookings less than sixteen hours before you fly.

And it’s not that I’m “always travelling”. It is afterall, the first trip of the year! Haha. Lunch and dinner appointments have been made for the next two days. WOOHOO!

My Facebook feed is full of pictures of little children. Some of them are going to kindergarten/ preschool/ nursery/ whatever for the first time, while others are attending a new primary or secondary school. Hey, no one took any pictures of me when I went to a new school!

Hi kids, this is your Uncle Cruz. Have fun ok? You will probably forget what’s printed in the textbooks years from now, but you will always remember playing catching (or whatever’s trendy at the moment) before, during and after lessons, friending and unfriending people, getting into scuffles, or perhaps intruding into toilets meant for the opposite gender. You might want to refrain from buying up all the food in the tuckshop, cos you’ll be so tempted to bring home the entire stationery store. There’s no need to explain to your parents why you need 200 mechanical pencils, 500 highlighters, and 800 erasers. They will totally understand.

And parents, stop fretting. We went to school and we survived. The real horror awaits when they graduate.