cookers.

It rains almost everyday, but only light showers. People are getting drenched on the way to class and if you don't have a decent raincoat, you're pretty much done for.

If I'm laughing all the time, its only because everyone here is a fucking comedian. I really am, quite sane.

Once again, dinner was free, courtesy of the housemates. Or, actually apartment mates. I'm starting to feel the guilt, they're paying for the groceries and cooking the food, and I'm doing close to nothing. :( yeesh. yeah, so Era and Jms came over and prepared spaghetti bolognese (sp?), enough for 10 or so people. Dont ask me what went in the pot, all sorts of things did but it turned out Perfect. 6 of us then brought that to the boys' house downstairs and had buka puasa there. They cooked Tom Yam for everyone which was, again, flawless. I thought boys don't cook? Apparently, they're experts at it, like they'd win the Iron Chef competition anytime of the day. I'm exaggerating, but thats how good their food was. Pls invite us over and over again. :)


Cormac McCarthy's The Road.

McCarthy is an amazing storyteller. His selection of words seems very calculated but everything eventually ends up in perfect cohesion. There's a deceiving simplicity to it. The other day Hooi Tzing asked me what the book's about and I ended up giving this god-awful summary of it which made the book sound like a bad version of Fahrenheit 451. It sounded like the worst possible book you could ever read, and its actually the exact opposite of that. I know better now.
I've still got a bit more to go with it.

Also, the band The National is nothing short of excellent and the Boxer album is the kind that you can't help but listen to again and again. Thnks Al for the introduction.