home is where the heart is...

....and my heart isn't here.  been bored the past few days, probably a direct result of my "idunwanna" personna developed in my prior life, modified and enhanced in the womb of a superstar, tweaked by my jewish peers, racially adjusted during the 'korean years' and most recently expanded by the introduction of 'value adding appreciating asset' perspective. 

"i may never sit in a private jet.  but u can own one" - EC

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nook, cranny, breezy, comfortable, good and cheap.  this lil corner pocket alongside bukit timah close to 6ave serving beers, american and indian fare was quite a perfect monday night.  the 5 pints completely negated the 10 miles i've run the past 2 days but "HEY! YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE RIGHT?"...(chalk this one up for my coffee table books to be sold at urban outfitters, 101 rationalizations for indulgence right alongside my current best seller, 101 ways to rid your hangover, which is currently competing against 101 dalmations that ate my homework)



there's that saying "if u don't tout your own horn, no one's going to do it"....of course sabrina proclaimed herself an angel due to the street lamp above her head.  i'll let it slide....she did say the sweetest thing to me i've heard in a while

"i'm going to church to pray, to give thanks.  to give thanks for meeting you.  because if i didn't meet you, i wouldn't have met the love of my life [will the thrill]" - ST