Nah, I don’t think about it much except before going to bed.
I don’t read write talk as much as I used to now. I’ve turned into an unpaid wall-gazer and most of the time, I just stare out of the window and still consider that as work. I’ve grown to like silence even more, and I leave the talking to other people. My jaw hurts when I talk more than 15 minutes.
Last month was my birthday, I guess this is the first time I really feel like an adult. I hardly spend time online anymore except to read news and check on my e-mail, talk shit on my Twitter. I have my own business card now, I really feel grown up and it sucks because instead of telling interesting stories like how my cat licks my leftover durians, I hand out some fake pretentious cards to people and tell them what I do for a living.
It’s boring.
I also found out that Life has just given me an expiry date. So all I want right now is to redocument life, I don’t know for who, but I guess I do it more for myself.
I want to start remembering things that matter, and not dates for presentations with clients and crap.
The clock is ticking, and the grave is waiting.
Adios.
