I was at Village Park today, a cafe famous for their nasi lemak and cleanliness, and their two TVs are always set to CNN. Yes, I do watch it occasionally. :P The annoying thing is that the volume is always too low to hear anything. Not that the other lunch patrons help anyway. Talk Asia was on, and the topic was "Perhaps Love".

The main attraction for the girls is naturally Takeshi Kaneshiro. Hello smouldering hot hottie, I'm surprised the snow in the movie didn't melt just like Chris Evans in Fantastic Four. Okay, hormones speaking.

It was a good movie with an even better soundtrack. Beautiful setting, the chick didn't amaze me (actually, I thought she was crap and that has nothing to do with her and Kaneshiro making out.. just a little bit?), the ending was my cup of tea (yeah, it was), and I came out of the cinema feeling like 6 bucks was more than worth it.

Anyway, going back to the program, they only interviewed Kaneshiro and one thing that hit me first about him pissed. me. off.

Obviously not his good looks.

Fucking hell.

He lost weight!

Bastard. :P How could you? I don't care that you have a nice jawline anymore! Or maybe I still do, but please put the weight back on? Lalalala. I hate GPs who advise people about their weight. I think I'm not losing any so I'm taking it out on people who are. Can you guys just... stop? Or like, lose mine for me? Thanks, I'll love you forever and ever. Peace, ya?

I'm being such a little shit. Be chocoholics, babes, like me! And your man/girl will have more to hug, okay? I'm comforting myself now, and all my fellow chocoholics.

Amy Tan's "The Hundred Secret Senses" turned out to be really good. Don't get turned off by the slow pace at the beginning and how weird the twist gets cause it only gets better. John Grisham's "The Summons" pissed me off majorly. Burn it and toss the ashes into the sea, please. I feel like I wasted my time, even if I liked that the writing seemed a bit more friendlier this time, more for the readers, unlike "The Runaway Jury". That's just my opinion, of course.

My flight's booked for the 18th and my enrolment's not complete. How bloody screwed. I hate that it's harder for local students to get into the universities. You'd kill them to get bigger bucks from international students, wouldn't you? Ergh, I even see the sense in that, which is what I hate.

Ya know how you grow up and suddenly notice that the world isn't all too beautiful? That so many things you know have been all pure lies? Almost everything is about the politics, and you never know who's your friend and who's just gonna turn around and stab you in the back. I know that its discovery is inevitable; I only wish it is made known to people the easy way.

Okay, enough of me being random and oh so high and mighty. I'm tired. I wanna drive. :)

Indulge and enjoy your weekend, lovelies.

We (Okay, I claim full responsiblity for this :P) I interrupt your Chinese New Year and illegal gambling activities (watch the heads, fellas) to bring you some really special blog-whoring. I present to you... The Mad Relatives! Blogged by yours truly, Trinity and... my lil bro, Jeremy! Yeah, you're still my lil bro, screw the height difference. :P

I'm too lazy to write an introduction. There's one on the blog anyway. Just get your ass over there now!

Anyway, I hope you guys haven't had your share of Yee Sang cause from now on, any more Yee Sang that comes my way is being rejected and I'm only too happy to let you have it ALL, ALL, ALL. :P I've had enough to last me this entire year, thanks. The family's CNY reunion dinner photos can be found on Trinity's blog.

I've been driving on three separate occasions now, and I think I'm doing fine. ;) So if you need a scratch bruise injury driver... okay, fine. Don't ask me. Hmmph...

I like Toyota Celicas and Mazda RX-8s.

Okay, it was worth a shot. :(

Alright, alright. I've finished interrupting your CNY... for now. Please win lots at mahjong, poker, whatever rocks your boat, and leave some (all?) of your winnings for me. All losses are... well, your losses lah. ;)

Be good while I'm gone and don't do anything I wouldn't do!

P/S: If I were of age, I would... oh, never mind.

I've never been the biggest fan of fantasy books. True, I love Harry Potter (you're mad if you don't), but I've picked up Tolkein's masterpiece 'Lord of The Rings' and put it down after a hundred pages three times now. For someone who reads a lot of books, that is definitely not something I'm proud of.

But anyway, guess what? My theory is that fantasy books are the hardest to write. Think about it. It has to be the hardest task for the authors to create a completely different world (maybe just a few similarities) from ours, and bringing it to life. The characters with sexy, exotic names. The descriptions of a place you can lose yourself in, imagine yourself living in. Mackerels, if you love JK Rowling, you can't deny that you've given some thought, wished, or even dreamed of what it would be like attending a school like Hogwarts. Childish... but I'm right?

I'm not saying that other books are not hard to write. Sheldon has always been my favourite when it comes to all the drama, almost-perfectly executed crimes. Tricking the Gestapo with an oxygen tank in the boot? (Guess which book, Sheldon fans!) The female characters are always extra brilliant, somehow. There's Archer who makes overthrowing companies seem like the easiest thing in the world. Grisham rules the courtroom. Ahhh.. Chic lit. Some may think it's trash, but Kinsella was hard to knock off the top. Dan Brown. Nick Sparks. I could go on forever.

Yet they don't have that task of creating another world with characters to match.  Who walks through a pillar at Platform 9 3/4 in real life? (Sorry for the constant Harry Potter references. Like I said, I'm not the biggest fantasy fan) Who the hell would think of swooping past a dragon on a broom? Hello, dragon? THe bizzareness of it all is what's attractive. It's what makes fantasy writers admirable and stand out from other writers.

It's not easy to write a story. You're not writing for yourself, you're writing for an audience. A demanding, shitty audience. :P Haha, I've tried a billion times, and it hasn't even gotten easier, dammit. :P Put me into a fantasy author's shoes, and I think I'd be quite screwed. I wouldn't even know where to start. I tried once to write a really short fantasy story, and now if I were to make a choice on which one of my works to burn... yeah, you understand.

So this is my tribute to all the fantasy authors out there. :) You guys are truly amazing.

I doubt if I'll have the time to blog tomorrow since I'll be the tortured slave serving all the guests. *Yawn*

So, Happy Chinese New Year, all my lovelies. All the usual prosperity, wealth, health and ang paos, yay!

The kitchen is a mad area now, and to visit it is complete suicide. It is wayyy too congested, even for an industrial one. I think I'll just sit in my room with Amy Tan's The Hundred Secret Senses, which started off kinda boring but is now sinking its claws into me and I'm completely hooked.

Hope you have a great reunion dinner tonight, cause I know I'll be doing just that. For all the MIA family members (you know who you are), please call home.

ShaolinTiger did this awhile ago and somehow I still remember it. So now, I want you guys to do the same.

See, I don't know who you are yet, but I will soon enough cause I want YOU to leave me:

• your name,
• where you're from,
• blog address (if you have one), and
• how you got here (another blog, I pimped my blog and you fell for it, PetalingStreet, whatever, a link will earn you my rotten mandarins brownie points!).
• Okay, bullets on my blog really scare me cause it looks like one of my old high school assignments... freaky!
  

Anyway, don't shy shy with me, or be a lazy arse. It doesn't take long or a lot of effort to just open the comments box and leave me what I want to know.

Don't worry, I'm not asking for Friendster testimonials. This isn't a one-off guestbook either. I'm just curious and I might just be the cat you killed if you don't leave me a comment!

It's been an extremely long day. Got to 1-Utama at 10ish and decided that Starbucks would be my breakfast venue, since my tummy was loudly demanding to be fed, but holy crap, big mistake. I had the worst. cheesecake. ever. Take my word for it; stick to coffee! Mmm.. lattes!

Met up with Carey & family, and Amanda. We meant to go shopping but somehow, Carey got stuck to the bookshop because her aunt wanted to buy her how-to-survive-uni books. So I went off to meet David and pass him his very incredibly belated birthday present. I'm NOT having lunch with you before I leave unless you plan to actually EAT and not just drink 8 bucks of coloured water. You make me feel so guilty that I'm not on a real diet, you bastard. :P

Then the shopping began. Technically, Amanda is actually ponteng-ing school, since Year 12 officially started today in Brisbane, lol. Poor girl isn't spending new year's here since her family is off to Hong Kong. Reminds me of last year, my first CNY away from home. I whined days (weeks?) before that I wanted to go home to anyone who would listen and stayed in my room and bawled my eyes out on the first day. Hope she copes with it better than I did. Have a safe flight, Mandy!

Trina caught a ride home with me, though there was some miscommunication with my mom that made us end up in Tropicana, trying to collect a flower arrangement from the florist that was non-existent, since the flowers were sitting oh so serenely in my house, unarranged. Dumb, dumb.

I want to shop somemore. :( Forget my aching feet, almost empty wallet and what I've already bought for CNY. Someone stop me.

Fine.

I hate Ferdinand.

I hate Manchester United.