Slim slam flim flam

A tribute to unpopularity.

Slim Slam flim flam sheen ween
Shiny dee winie minie me hiney hee
What is there to romp about
If it's empty
like me.

Otter potter Mr shotter
What was and will be is nutter
Butter butter, cutter shutter, mutter mutter.
Mutter mutter. mutter mutter.
But err.. But err...
putt putt putt putter.
stutter stutter
stutter stutter.
but er.
i tell er. iteller.

Midnight rambles

I'm sorry my facial hair misled into believing I was more artistic than really am. For future reference, the East is where the Sun rises, the North is where the Giants of Death from Fimbulwinter are from.

Perhaps it's the South that you wanted to live closer but on campus -- far enough to be in different rooms, but it's phishing, you're supposed to not let it go off your hand it would be a problem, and I would not want that too happen here at all.

Hair tales

I'd always wondered why anyone would buy all the 'good hair' from the salons. The realization that an entire continent – an entire race – of people depends on other people's hair for most of its hairy needs came only a few weeks earlier. It's surprising when you're new to it – one day they have a buzzcut and the next time you see them they have overflowing waist-length silky hair. It can be braided, or it can be not braided. People seem to be comfortable changing their looks and seemingly their personalities every few weeks.

At one point I was considering getting extensions myself – in preparation for HK. Now that the SE Asia plan has been shelved, there are no food-stallers to entertain and charm the bargains out of so it's now gross out-of-control natural hair. I've never had my facial hair as long as I have now and the feelings evoked are quite – mixed – grossed-out but proud.