today after school me and timothy picked up our bags and walked as fast as we could,  to this delightful little area near my college that has these quaint little indian shops and a restaurant we have discovered serves the most amazing banana leaf rice. 

after five months of almost entirely chinese hawker food, something different was desperately needed. I do love chinese hawker food (oh, the joys of claypot rice!) but seriously, every day for five months will drive anyone crazy. 

So, after skipping lunch to make room for the awesome, abundant dinner we had planned, by five pm we were starving. So we all but ran there.

There was this really famous vegetarian restaurant right across the one we picked, that's allegedly frequented by a rather, er... prominent politician, but we both turned up our carnivorous noses at the prospect of meat-that-really-isn't-meat. - I must take sheetal there someday, though.  

The moment our food arrived, we barely looked at each other, we just sort of dug in at the food in front of us like savages who had been starved for days. All civility, really, was lost. I think we exchanged a little smile between bites and maybe an emphatic "this is goooooood" but that was about the full extent of our dinner conversation. 

*note: in case anyone gets merajuk with me for implying that he does not contribute to normal, civilized conversation, i would like to state that we have nice, intelligent conversations on regular days... it's just that the amazing food rendered both of us oblivious to each other for a while, that good.. 

we get a lot of funny stares, us, both clearly indian, both completely incompetent with eating with our hands, gingerly picking up our food from a banana leaf with a fork and spoon. I bet people think we're hilarious. Grrrr.

 mmmm..... weird mushy unidentifiable vegetables on a leaf with rice, mmmmm.

i'm already mentally planning our next visit.

oh, and btw, i looked it up and apparently the second smartest dog in the world, based on scientific research is.... *drumroll, please*

A POODLE.

now that's some food for thought. A chow-chow ranks somewhere at the bottom, the Yorkie i had my heart set on apparently is #3o-something. Sigh.

p/s; (for timothy) i love you cause you are not afraid of the dark, and smile patiently when i have a full blown conversation with a bag of rambutans. 

this is why i love you.

me: *sniffs the air* "Can you smell that? it smells just like leaves"

timothy: *sniffs* "yeah, it does smell like leaves.  *pauses thoughtfully* "Must be all the leaves."

A few days ago i saw a video from an artist I love who's not very well known in malaysia. Most people wouldn't recognize her name or even listen to her unique, artsy music.

to my utter horror, i saw her song being played on MTV.

(not that i watch MTV much, mind you, i don't really like the music the mainstream gives us, too much sex and bling bling and cute-ness for my liking)

I hope everyone who watched it thought "ew, that's a weird kinda song..." and forgot about it.
I hope she doesn't become a trend thing that everyone likes cause it's "cool" for being played on the radio every ten songs or so.
I hope her song lyrics don't become the basis for everyone's personal status message on MSN. (that's what happened to Paramore, okay.)
I hope she remains relatively undiscovered in this country.

Maybe I'm being selfish, not wanting to share good music, but I hate it when a brilliant artist goes mainstream for a while and people who are completely ignorant of what good music is decide to like it cause it's the "in" thing and then poser-ishly dress like them, or use their songs for their (obnoxiously loud) ringtones.

Fucking teenyboppers. Go listen to the High School Musical soundtrack or whatever, leave MY nice music alone.