While majority of the world mourns the death of snapchat, I sit here, at my dining table - a half eaten durian seed in one hand, and the other empty to type furiously about the loss of kickasstorrents.
Although the emotions seep away with time because my typing isn't so furious after all with only one hand, and of no help at all - how great this durian tastes.
This marks the era of an even angst-er mei ping (if possible) because I hereby bid goodbye to relaxing nights spent giggling to Modern Family or Fresh Off the Boat.
FML and RIP peace, serenity and whatever zen-ness I could possess.
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