since i've been gone...

It's hard to notice someone's missing when they're never around, yes?

Sounds kinda like my social life.

Anyhoo, a short pictoral display with suitable accompanying notations should serve to explain lots.

First, or last, loh sang of the year for the cousin who's Norway bound. Have fun, Jee.


Six thousand feet into the air. My feet lay about half a foot away from the opposite wall. Small room, to be told.


Indeed, the very air of the building lent itself to very Silent Hill type situations.


But the rest of the weekend was a bout of senseless thrill seeking.




Hard to get sophic about getting sunburnt from trying to maximize a 51 buck all-park ticket. Or wax lyrical about being fat. Hooh.