chicken rice and the bookstore.

chicken rice and the bookstore.

well. went to 1 utama to see sabrina today. what i hate about myself is how old emotions get brought up upon seeing someone from my past. but to give myself credit, i was a good boy and didn't let the hormones take over. probably because i know that she would've given me a good tight slap to the face if i'd tried anything. and she misses chris. now, say it with me...awwwwwww. but really, she hasn't changed all that much...except for the pink neon top i saw her in, but, hey, everybody's changing...regardless of whether it's good or bad, change is change. we had [well, she had] lunch at nando's, and i helped her mom and her carry bags. i'm such a courteous, kind prick.

the drunken driver has the right of way. it's basically an ethan coen book of poetry that i'd laid eyes on during one of my solo sojourns to midvalley. it's brilliant, and i think that i'm one of the few in the country [if not the only one in the country] to have it. which means that i'm not lending it to anyone. ever. but you can come over and read it. it's brilliant, from the amount that i'd read...RM 72, but good, good, good. i'll be posting some of his work, if it's short enough. but it's brilliant, really. deserves to be read. get it if you can...i think it's available at mph 1 utama...though i really do think i got the last [if only] copy at the midvalley branch. dad bought 1421: the year china discovered the world, and plan of attack, as well as this badawi critique. good stuff, books. i also got fydor dostoevsky's crime and punishment. i've got no idea what it's about, but...hey...it's a classic. i'm ignorant. but i'd like to read something by a dead russian novelist.

down with nam heong. overpriced, underdone chicken rice. a classic, monumental name in malaysian [or at least kuala lumpur] chicken rice is bought over by the same idiots who gave us esquire kitchen. this is chicken rice ala capitalism. RM 50+ for chicken rice, char siew, and fishballs for 3 people. that's just wrong. rental fees are not an excuse. then again, when nasi ayam kampung become franchised, you know that something's amiss. boo, boo.

supermarket sweep #3. each trip to carrefour brings surprises. tonight, dad was buying stuff for other people overseas. coffee mate, tongkat ali [again], canned food, baked beans, coconut powder, curry powder, the works that malaysians overseas miss about home. except for maggi. though knowing him, that'd be coming soon. we've got 2 medium sized boxes filled with local crap. awesome. also, i bought a tub of nata de coco [still can't get enough of it, even though it's too sweet], some arnott's shapes [cheddar flavoured], a lot of orange juice [with sacs], and...apple juice with aloe vera! i've missed it a lot. awesome, blissful.

yes, i am a guy.

also bought some coco pops and oreos [watch that sugar, idiot]. oreos. c'mon. america's fucking favourite cookie. you can't resist. dad wants to go to tmc to find some layered cake...manufactured, not baked. yes. tmc has pop-tarts. must make use of his credit card as much as i can. lord knows when the next time will be.

i'm praying for adidas and converse next. one can only dream.