soft spots

i'm not one of those people who melt around animals, unlike my vegetarian roommate who buys chunks of dead chicken to feed dogs on the streets(she does not find this ironic. but then again, i wouldn't be surprised if she didn't know what "ironic" ment).
at the same time, i'm not some blind carnivore who doesn't give a shit that the turkeys we eat at thanksgiving aren't physically able to bang each other. (i'm serious. they have to be artificially inseminated by some poor, unfortunate high school dropout somewhere in the midwest.) i just don't go, "aww," when i see a cow eating out of someone's trash can. most street animals are cute from afar but dirty, noisy, and annoying close-up. same with babies.

that said, i have a quite the soft spot for hapa babies, like this half indian, half haole guy. i think that they make me feel like i'm back in hawaii, where everyone's a race mut.
Indian sweets are another major soft spot. When I was at the monastery, I took a day trip to Peo to use the internet. I bought a kilo of sweet that I thought would last the last three weeks of my stay in the gompa (nunnery). They lasted three days.
ok... this one isn't really a sweet. it's chat, like indian fast food but more delicious than you can imagine. ferreal. i am of the opinion that silver candy is superior to silver jewelry. My box from Bombay Tiffany's is in the foreground. Continents: 1 Jalebis, 3 Gulab Jamoon, 4 Mysore Pak, 2 fruit ladoo, 2 normal ladoos, 2 soan papdi, 4 regular bafi, 4 almond barfi, and two pretty ones covered with silver and pistachios