I was at Mid Valley really early this morning and managed to do what I've been meaning to do for awhile now: try out Coffee Bean! As I expected, not as good as Starbucks. Why so stingy with your espresso? My mocha tasted like warmish chocolate milk! And latte... well, let's just say I'm never going to Coffee Bean again for a latte or mocha. But, their scones were great. Mmm.. good for breakfast, even if I didn't like their orange rind smell, which somehow reminded me of pepper.

I then took my National Admissions Test for Law (LNAT) and I messed up the essay. I'm a person who takes awhile to organise my thoughts and am only able to write decently when inspiration hits me and this occurs in.. er.. energetic bursts. :P Too bad none of it came. *wince* I could only make do and I was finishing my last word to almost reach the 500 mark (meant to write 500-600) when my session timed out. So, 'many workplace ethics' became 'man workplace ethics'. Obviously not what I meant to say. Bet Bristol Uni's gonna love reading that sentence over and over again!

I hit 1-Utama with Trinity later in the afternoon and see, something unpleasant must've happened cause her MSN nickname now says 'don't ask me what happened in Selfridge'. Haha, let me be the naughty cousin as I divulge some well-chosen details. I only hope that the guy I'm talking about isn't unfortunate enough to stumble upon this blog! ;)

For years weeks now, Trinity has been talking about this hottie who works in Ms. Selfridge. Ahhhh... My cousin and I always agree on who's hot among movie stars but not very often guys who we meet or just spot on the street. I have never seen him myself till today. But anyway, she was dared by her friend to say hi and do the usual 'can I have your phone number?' Kill me first before I miss the opportunity to witness all that!

It wasn't all play. She was collecting catalogues from clothes boutiques for an article as well. So as we entered one of them, I caught sight of a reallly hot guy. We went in and immediately, I grabbed Trinity by the arm and started the 'OMGDidYouSeeThatReallyHotGuySittingThereByHimself?!' Umm.. I swear that my vocabulary disappears momentarily on less than five occasions in a year. :P Or maybe more. But that's not important. Trinity replied that it's him! The Selfridge Hottie!

Sorry, hottie, if I was staring at you as we left the store and creeped you out, hehe.. But you're so fine! Okay, stop. But anyway, we went to the shops on the opposite side and we let him slip past our hottie radars! Awww... So we decided that what the hell, we'd go and eat first before trying our best to look for him, appear innocent and stalk him! Lol, I definitely had a screw loose in my head today!

We headed to Delicious on Ground Floor, the same place where I met Chanan yesterday as we reminisced about the drunken parties where he either got emo or danced about, and other equally fun and stupid high school times. I had the Carrot Cake while Trinity ordered the tried-tested-and-loved Banofee Pie. If you ever get the chance, try it! It's banana toffee, and extremely yummy. Liked it better than the carrot cake, which I thought was good but the slice was wayyy too huge so I almost couldn't finish it. Overindulgence!

Back to hottie spotting now that we were full, we walked around and around and was getting more and more annoyed as time passed. We almost gave up until... we saw him! And *sob*, we could only walk helplessly past him and a friend as they headed to the old wing. This time, Trinity decided to blame me!

T: Your fault lah! You are the one who walked right past him!
S: Oi! It's not MY dare!

So we dragged our feet back to the old wing. Again, fruitless searching for a stranger-hottie in a black shirt. We finally decided enough was enough. But we were on the escalator when Trinity gasped, and said, "God loves me!" Sure enough, she had spotted him again and this time, it was full-blown stalking. Lol! And then, the opportunity of a lifetime. He rummaged in his pockets, something dropped and he hadn't noticed!

S: Trinity, look!! He dropped something! **oh so blonde**

And then some bugger gets up from the bench where his girlfriend sits patiently, picks it up and RUNS to return it to him. Really RUNS. That was a complete WTF, jaws dropped, cursing the good Samaritian moment. Lol. Don't get me wrong, I obviously like the guy for being so nice and honest but argh, I just would like to kill him for that. ;)

And still we followed till he disappeared into an optical store and Trinity quickly went into... the store next door!

S: Oi!! What are you doing here?! Go lah where he is!
T: Err.. eh, got sale.. *points to a bunch of really ugly wallets*
S: *bursts out laughing uncontrollably and resists sinking to the floor*

Girl, lame excuse! But anyway, he walked past us again and for the last time, we watched him leave. Must've discovered us stalking him and decided to walk past us to see if we'd follow, haha. Ahhhh... Trinity! Three times! Looks like you're gonna have to hit 1-Utama soon to complete that dare and guess what? I'd love to stand 5 racks away behind you just to watch it all happen. ;)

It's called moral support! Us cousins love each other so much, hey?

If you don't mind some shameless cam-whoring that was initiated by Trinity (really :P), then head on over to this post! ;)

I really think that we ought to pull a Swifty and make a web-comic with those pictures. Hehe, might give it a try sometime.

By the way, I take back what I said about Starbucks' cheesecake. I met their supplier last night, who presented us with Marble Cheesecake, biscottis and fruit cakes. Now that slice I had was extremely yummylicious! 5 stars! Starbucks just needs to remember that they should stop serving it after a certain number of days when it only tastes.. chewy. :P

Damn, I should have insisted that they replace my cake.. Why didn't I think of that?!

Anyway, babies, indulge a little more throughout the week and I'll love you muchies if you tell me you gained weight cause I couldn't resist the marble cheesecake today!

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!