The Silent Room

I remember being terribly busy about a great many things. My mind always occupied by something and I rarely have time to myself to sit down, ruminate and write a decent blog post. Anyway, the year is about to come to an end and I think I’ll just go over the months to review and reflect on stuff.

…shit, I can’t remember anything!

On my birthday, I’d usually write a rather reflective, and often solemn post. I guess that’s part of growing up and trying to find my place in the world. Before that, I’d usually climb out to the roof of my house back in Cheras and spend the night looking at the stars. Now that I live in a 13-storey building, getting to the roof is a bit challenging (and perhaps a bit more intimidating) than last time.

“Hey, your mum called me this evening.”
“oh… wait, WHAT?”
“Yeah. Did you tell her my number or something?”
“I… no! Why would I?”
“Hunh, must be the bills, then.”
“Oh, crap. Must be the only number that gets dialed at 3.00 am”

I took a look in the mirror and didn’t really notice anything different. Maybe it’s because I’ve been looking at those eyebags for the past week or so and didn’t even notice. The fact was, I did pull an all-nighter, but that only happened because I slept at 12pm and woke up at 8pm, and spent the rest of the night finishing an assignment.

I’ve invested a lot in the profitless endeavors in my youth. Invested time, money (which I later claimed, yeah) and more importantly, I invested a lot of emotion into them. I was passionate, I burned and blazed at every crazy exciting thing. I’ve had a lot of people ask me, why do you do all these things?