Lately i’ve become more paranoid than ever. For some ridiculous reason i sort of developed this thinking that everything that i do now contributes to my own imminent death. And everybody else’s.
If i use a plastic bag i’ll think that a cute leatherback turtle just died because of me. Then when i buy a magazine, i realize i’ve just killed a jungle in Pahang, and there’s now less oxygen in the air, and i will live a short, sickly life in poor health. And during dinner time a bloated African child kicks the bucket and perishes into dry soil because i refuse to eat bad sushi in a local restaurant. And now that i think of it, i vaguely remember not switching off my lights during Earth Hour, and i’m panicking now because that means an earthquake is soon to hit the shores of Malaysia (Rosmah say one). read more