Ok. This is a true life time confession.
I don't eat kuey teow so I don't enjoy wandered around looking for the best char kuey teow in town. I won't mind follow but make sure the restaurant offer other foods on it's menu lists.
This is bad news for my family too especially my mom. She has to cook two different meals when kuey teow is one of it. Thanks mom.
I also don't eat petai. If my mom included petai in her sambal udang, I'll then try my very best to separate it. Tempoyak was another meal on my no-no-list. Same goes with budu, cencaluk and tempe.
But I loves durians so much. I love woke up early in the morning searching for the fallen durians.
I first drink horlick when I was in secondary school. I puked for no reasonable reason. I stop drink it till now. Can't even stand the smell of it. Still.
I tell all this story to a girl before. And she was like "Whoa. You should be grateful for all the thing you've got."
Actually it's not about being ungrateful. It's about truth. It's how I speak for myself.
Or maybe I'm a choosy freak. Too choosy I think.
I select everything that relates to my life. From foods to clothes to even friends. Girlfriend too. No wonder I still have the 'S' status tattooed to my fucking forehead. Damn.
By the way, I rather choose live in this fake 'dreams' than saying 'goodbye'.