That burned out halo hangs right above his head

Happiness is not just a warm gun. It lies in our own hands! For a few days I’ve had a burning craving for Honey Stars and for Sliced Fish Beehoon. On Monday I took care of both cravings. And how rewarding it felt!

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Listening to Ibi Dreams Of Pavement (Broken Social Scene) brings me back to the time I was on cloud nine almost every day.

My most imaginary friend

I used to have an imaginary cat. I don’t remember when from, but I had it till I was about 8. My cat was cool. It was always on the ceiling, and it followed me to family dinners. A cousin of mine, 16 years my senior, would often play along and ask if I brought my cat. I’d point at the ceiling and say with pride “there it is!”