Yesterday Asa, Ying Jian, Woei and I went out. It's a killer combination of characters that make good conversations: the ones over hot chocolate on quaint little cafe tables and candle lighting; the ones amidst blaring speaker voices in a mamak stall with an influx of gay men having their post-clubbing grease intake; the ones that flow in a car on a dimly lit street at wee hours of the morning. Conversations full of hope and disillusionment, the future and the past, angst and joy. Where you can crack jokes that you know noone else would understand. Where tears and laughter happen within three minutes of each other. Where all are tired but none are willing to let go of the moment "when the force is strong".
Asa's awake. I gotta go. I love you guys man. Really.