Saturday, November 10, 2007
little "treasures" in my food.

i seem to have an affinity with hair, often from someone else's (perhaps dandruff-ridden) scalp, when i'm having food bought from coffee shops or food centres...LIKE TODAY...

i'm certain everyone has a few of these encounters occasionally.

there you are, about to dig into your food and you find a threadlike structure called HAIR sitting at the end of your fork. instinctively, you pull it out and show it to whoever's beside you. "Ewww!", both of you shriek.

outside food is still incomparable with home cooked food. at the most, you'll just be eating your own/mother's hair and not a stranger's hair.