Had to take half day off and make a special trip down to ICA this morning to get my passport renewed because I’ll be headed off to Bangkok this Friday. My bad memory and bad habit of procrastinating has finally come to bite me in the ass.
In a feeble attempt to do a social media detox, I started people watching (something I’ve always really enjoyed but for some reason, stopped doing) while I was waiting for my queue number to be called. There were so many people and everybody seemed to be there for different purposes. Some were there to register their newborn’s birth, some were there to register deaths, and others, like me, were there to renew their passports. It was as though life officially starts, continues, and ends in this building and that made me feel a little uneasy. For a moment there, I thought to myself: whether or not you’re alive is determined by a single piece of paper.
Naturally, I brushed that thought away. Too philosophical and deep (bordering on disturbing) for 9:30 in the morning.