i feel weird. i haven't been emo in a really long time. the last 'emo' conversation i had was around sometime last week, possibly triggered by sheesha and a wobbly feeling i had in my stomach. but it wasn't very thought provoking, it was more of a friend and me spitting out our frustrations about our respective best friend/s.

a guy just died from a motor accident. he was only 23. 23, man. that's like 3 years from now. what if i'm gone 3 years from now (for the love of god, do not smack a wooden table and shout "choi") ?

a good friend of 7 years, who's Singaporean and has lived here his whole life, whom have had probably a good share of malay friends, just asked me why i chose to eat with my hands. he said this, i remember it clearly cos i found it quite amusing (albeit in a bad way), "Singapore is a rich country what, have fork and spoons, why you eat with your hands one? won't it get dirty?"

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