Ok, finally got around to changing the introduction text. But as you can see, I'm too sianz to write a proper one, so am going to blabber on in hopes that you will get an idea of what sort of person I am by guessing. Yeah, the format of this blog is crap. I haven't got around to fixing it. Later lah.. Much later...
What does one do when mortality comes knocking at your door?
Eventual death has always been a fact of life. From cradle to grave, death has been an ever undeniable fact; known at bone-depth to both babe and adult, unsaid but expected.
But when you're young, I haven't forgotten the subconscious belief of immortality! You know death is always at the horizon, but youth denies the possibility that it'll ever arrive. You do risky things, you take chances. You court death, never thinking that he might take the hint.
But what does one do when mortality comes knocking at your door? Such disappointment, such irritation. Such fear, such loathing. To stave him off, now you have to do the running. No longer an unknown entity, you face the night knowing him as a bedside fellow.
