Miraculously woke at 6:37am, almost 5 hours ahead of my usual wake-up time.

Phone had gone out of batt, so my alarms at 6:15am hadn't rung, and when I charged my phone while washing up/checking facebook, I saw Jo's text saying that she had had a feeling I had overslept:

Right on. I Had. By 7 whole minutes.

It's been so long since I last had a game of Chinese chess.

In a while, I'm going to be 60. 30 might go by unnoticed. Time really waits for no man.

Then again, I don't need it to wait anyway. Why wait for me, when I don't intend to follow you. lol Time, you are so full of yourself.

I read an article on the most common regrets people habour before they pass away.

My dad email it to me before but I decided to search it up again yesterday.

If I were to live life thinking that I'd die soon, I would jobhop like nobody's business and star in a movie without worrying about fame and related troubles, then visit foreign countries and speak their language confidently even though I know nothing about it. Like if I were to go to Japan, I'd be all NIGOSAWAKINOMOJIMASHI instead of sumimasen, kono sakana wa ikura desuka? because I wouldn't care for their reply anyway. I'd just give them a large note and accept whatever change they return to me.

I'd do what people at teoheng/kbox in their last 5 minutes do:

value quantity over quality.

What we do at teoheng/kbox in the last 5 minutes: choose many songs and only sing until the first chorus, then go to the next song and sing a bit, then only choose songs without draggy opening stanzas.

What I'd do if I were to die soon: choose many activities that I think would be fun to try, and only do a bit of it before moving on. Like I'd take a hot air balloon ride(okay, let's pretend I haven't done this yet.) for only 10 minutes instead of the whole hour, so I wouldn't spend all my time relaxing and taking in the sight of all the hills of Capadocia, Turkey. I'd just look at some hills and then come down from the ride, drink half of the obligatory champaign, get my medal, and then head to Singapore to watch the second part of the King Lear play(after intermission). I'd wait on tables for a day, do admin work for another, then organize an event for the 3rd, do 2 hours of CIP on the 4th, do cosplay after that, ....

the one thing I wouldn't want to do would be to bungee jump off the Grand Canyon.

I see no fun in that. Why scare myself shitless over the feeling of near-death when I'd experience that in my last few waking moments.

I'd dress punk one day, princess another, freak afterwards, then gothic, then chinese, then ah lian, then elegant, and I'd dye my hair p...okay maybe I still wouldn't dye my hair. I like black hair and if I dye it it'd be just for the sake of trying for a change. Then I'd...

if I were really to die soon, I actually think I'd just do what I've always done.

I'd drag my sorry ass to work, head down to settle my will, inform my friends/acquaintances, resign about a week before my scheduled death, and in that week, slack like nobody's business at home, blog, watch pointless drama, read about philosophy and other nonsense, then bam, die.