I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?
— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
This happened last saturday.Luckily the tyre burst the right time :) I recommend this nice mamak shop called Raju in PJ,Jalan gasing.It's nice.Unique in its own way!