How i will be spending the rest of my holidays: spending time at a wake. Yes. But I still have to go for choir practice amidst my misery. How beautifully ironic life is. You feel numb and pretend nothing has happened but still your name will appear in the orbituary along with some other peoples' that you're supposed to know, and go for choir practice though your nose resembles a strawberry and skin like I lived through the Bukit Ho Swee fires.
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