Death Cab For Cutie need to have their music marketed a little better over here. “Steadier Footing” is a short, simple and sweet song… “You gave me a heart attack. I did not see you there. I thought you had disappeared so early away from here. And this is the chance I never got. To make a move, but we just talk about… The people we have met in the last five years, and will we remember them in ten more?”

The sky was such a beautiful shade of blue today. The sky was filled with huge clumps of clouds and for the first time I noticed a huge cluster resembling an aeroplane. In it’s own cloudy way, each part resembled a part of a plane; the nose, the wings, the fuselage, etc. I think if you stare long enough at clouds in the sky, they start to take the form of somehting familiar. I looked at another indiscriminate patch of cloud and after letting my eyes ponder on it for a while, it started to look like a gazelle in mid-leap. The sky is like a canvas for the mind’s eye.

It appears that people who I don’t get proper e-mails from like to put me on their junk mail forwards list. I don’t really mind if it’s just a paragraph of text or a picture or two, but when they decide to send a set of pictures it can get irritating waiting to download something I had already seen. The worst culprits are the ones who send me hoax forwards in an attempt to receive a free Nokia phone for participating in their “beta tracing project.” If I get any more I’ll be doing some tracing of my own. Tracing a chalk line around their lifeless bodies.
I keep forgetting to mention how much I dislike full cream milk. For as long as I’ve known we’ve always only bought regular pasteurised milk and occasionally semi-skimmed, but recently there’s been some full cream purchases. This morning I didn’t realise and poured the milk into a bowl to enjoy my corn flakes with and was shocked to find bits of cream splashing into the bowl! I like milk, especially flavoured milk, but full cream milk makes me feel ill just like regular milk makes most Asians feel ill. I knew that a high percentage of Asians don’t like milk and/or are lactose intolerant, but I was surprised to find out yesterday that the prevalence of lactose intolerance amongst Asian Americans is 80%-90%! No wonder that “Got Milk?” campaign makes some Asians leer (and spurred the production of spinoff merchandise you may have seen around. e.g “Got Rice?” “Got Sushi?” and “Got Pho?”).

I saw The Fast and the Furious for the first time the other day and for some reason, I had the urge to go out speeding in the car. However, sensibility and laze took me over and I passed on life imitating art this time, but I guess movies do instill reckless behaviour in some individuals. I don’t speed in urban areas but whenever I see signs for speed limits, I take the number on the sign as the minimum speed to travel at in that zone. I usually go about 5 mph over the speed limit but usually not more because the thing I fear most behind the wheel is not being able to brake to avoid someone running out suddenly in front of me. Out on the motorway is a different story though, where I will occasionally take the car up to its maximum speed limit, or maximum manifold integrity limit (whichever comes first).

The other thing I don’t totally understand is people spending serious dosh to modify their cars. I don’t really see the point in splashing out the cost of another car or 2 to make the current one look better and move better. Modding your car makes the insurance higher too, so from what I hear, a lot of car owners just pay for third-party insurance or just don’t insure their cars at all. I’d rather just sell the current car and use the money that would have been spent on modifications to buy a really top notch car. Yogi tells me that some people soup up their Honda Civics (RRP ~$20,000) so they become worth $50,000+! If I had that kind of money I wouldn’t spend it on my car. I’d spend it on modifying my house so that it was no longer lacking an Olympic size swimming pool and jacuzzi.