This can usually be found on Twitter.
I am 3,894 kms from where I was born, 3,221 kms from where my parents live. Err, okay. I'd love to go all melanocolic and ask how far everybody is "from home", with a wistful sigh. None of that happening any time soon, I'm afraid.
My latest non-sensical crush is on Bukit Timah. After having crossed it thrice in the last week (going to N.'s house last weekend, walking back from the same, and then to S.'s house two days ago), I can't look at it without this overwhelming urge to cycle there. Ugh.
A quick ponder over relevant maps reveals that it's not really all that far neither. Oh, temptation!
As a side point, StreetDirectory now has Google-style pop-up thingies on the mini map. Odd.
This post was posted by Unknown at 3:26 pm
"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."