my hair is ridiculously long. i'm sure it was nearly as long in england. maybe i was too busy moving continent to notice, but it gets to the point where you see your hair behind your arm-pits and get very scared and realise to your relief that it's just head hair.

anyway, i think it's the longest it's been in my life. maybe. i only get my hair cut once a year cos i pretty much looks after itself (what with the daily shampooing and conditioning). but this year i can't get it cut in christmas in HK in Central in Rever by Doris, my super hair stylist. what to do? i like it this length, it's fabulous, but i'll need to cut it soon, cos i'll be getting dry ends any day now. and it's too heavy and takes for-bloody-ever to condition.

you know what's scary? small children having long hair. they're so little that the hair dwarfs them. of course, i had no hair when i was little. never had a lot of hair. it's the thickest it's been, and come my late-teens/early twenties, i'll start malting. i remember my super-cool 4th year english teacher telling us how you start ageing the moment you stop growing, which is soon. great.

it's times like this when you half-wish that you lived in early colonial jametown when the average life-expectancy was 40 to 50 years. but then there was the whole thing where extreme hunger led to cannabalism. unfresh, necro-cannabalism. but that might not have been in jamestown. jamestown was full of single men and i distinctly remember a man killing his wife to eat her.

i feel like giving this it'd own entry. because i's hales related and is therefore very, very important. so i shall. ok bye!

tip of the day: don't watch Just Married. i don't think i'll see a single ashton kutcher film ever again. worse than 40 days and 40 nights. that bad.

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th since 5th october 2001