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.