Monday, March 22, 2010 | 12:28 AM

Its almost a year.

I'm still stranded on an island with arrows pointing in all directions. Many things I wanna do. Many routes I could take. I am lost.

If I am shown the way, then I will just have to follow the footsteps left for me. I don't make wise decisions. I really hope I see the light from the flashing arrow soon.

I like to write here. See the date change. It proves that time is moving.

But moving time is not only what I desire. I desire to walk through the year courageously. Look over my shoulder and feel a sense of contentment about the passing year. I dread to end the year, whilst confused about what had just happened and what goes on from here.

I pray for a pleasant 10 more months. A perfect close to my army life. I will bury all of it, to the greatest depth I can manage.