souls made in china

Ayam masak kicap. check.

masak lemak pucuk manis. check.

nasi lemak and paru. double check.

KFC!check!!

roti canai. check.

asam laksa. check.

pengat durian!check!

mee kari. check.

nasi ayam. check.

Belum check:
Nasi kandar.
Nasi briyani.
Yong tau foo.
Putu piring.
Ayam masak merah.
Burger king. i want to murder a whopper. whopper jr. no, a whopper.
Kuay teow goreng yang sedap.
mangga.

anti-social tendencies are increasing in frequency. worrying. very worrying.

i can't see them, but mosquitoes are feasting on my legs.

I wish we had uniformed spellings for all english words. that way the stupid squiggly red lines won't appear when i type out 'favourite', rather than 'favorite'. and i wouldn't have to remember which one uses 'z' and which one uses 's'. realized? realised? paralyze? paralyse? I get the feeling that there are different spellings because the americans and the british masing-masing were too cocky to bow down to the other party's way of spelling. Submit to their way? as bloody if. no, we'll just maintain our own spelling methods. who cares about the inhabitants of all the other countries who might want to write in english.

at this moment, there's not enough hours in a day.

I've had the opportunity to go to a few malaysian philharmonic orchestra shows, and the only show that managed to make me sit up and pay attention to the whole thing was the one that featured a pianist(some famous terrer dude) who played this effing awesome piece by Maurice Ravel(La Valses Nobles et Sentimentales) and i also remember he played this trio of preludes by Gershwin, which was also fantastic. The rest of the shows, unfortunately, have become nothing but a memory of boredom. I feel somewhat guilty about this because the pieces played at those other shows were mostly by composers like Mozart or Bach who are akin to being the Elvis Presley or Jimi Hendrix of classical music and i can't even get through one of their sonatas without my mind wandering off. Sorry, Mr Mozart. Sorry, Senor Bach. Their music is amazing, i'm sure, but i just haven't learned to appreciate it properly.The first 10 minutes of any of those shows would be fine, but after that i'd grow bored and start fidgeting. to get through it i'd usually watch the audience members in front me, especially those people who'd be really into the music up to the extent of closing their eyes and bobbing their heads along with the symphony.

Anyway, i reckon if i went to a Ryuichi Sakamoto show, or if the philharmonic orchestra decided to showcase his compositions, i doubt i'd be whiling the minutes away by watching bobbing heads. no. because ryuichi sakamoto kicks ass. I was gushing about his piece Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence a while back, did you listen to it? probably not, but i so wish you would. and i wish you'd listen to Railroad Man, which is this other piano piece which is just so pretty and sad and a bit hopeful all at the same time, gah.

oklah. i'll make it easier for you.

take a hint and press the play button. but only if you trust my music taste, because if not it'd just be a waste of your time.

I do realize sometimes that i'm over-doing this whole song suggestion thing(i'm not merely suggesting, i'm practically ramming it down your throat). sorry. but when i like a song tremendously, i get this irresistible urge to shout about it from rooftops and tell as many people as i can about it. i'm pretty sure it's something psychological.

speaking of good songs, i'm digging The Verve's new single Love is Noise. Plus, I watched the clip of them playing it at Glastonbury recently on youtube, and it looks quite epic.

i'm trying to come up with some witty finishing line.

still thinking.

hmm.

it seems my wit has disappeared. if i had any in the first place, that is.