Time is passing like a bullet train with no stops. In a month — just 30 days — it will be the new year, the beginning of the third decade in this millennium.
2020 has been an especially anxiety-ridden year for me, and possibly, for many others too.
The first movement control order (lockdown) in Malaysia happened in the middle of March, when work was just beginning to pick up.
But as my clients lost revenues and my other businesses were unable to operate, I had to stop work and suddenly found myself with a lot of time on my hands.
I decided that this was my opportunity to go back to school — something I’d been considering for a while but never found the time to get around to.
Right after Jacob died, slightly dazed with grief, I started filling out forms. It was an impulse taken too far, just over two months into my Masters course and it still feels surreal.
Especially because my research involves scouring the Internet for sex media… ahem, pornography.
Keeping track of what’s happening in the sex industry is now considered productive work for me.
They say time flies when you’re having fun. I guess 2021 is going to come (pun unintended) in a flash.