Averdim came over this morning to my place. I wanted to write what happened today, but I realised that it's very.. hmm.. repetitive? So, I've decided that this post is dedicated to pimping him, yay! Oh, he's gonna kill me. Or make me remove this post. Well, I'll take my chance! :P I'll pick ten things about him or this post will be wayyy too long. Anyone who wants more information, I'm on MSN a lot!

Okay, number one: he greets you with a hug. And it's not one of those really loose, meaningless hugs. It's a tight, I've-missed-you hug, even though he's 'san thew thew' (you need more cheesecake and coffee sessions!). Yay, 5 stars! I like, I like!

Two: this guy is extremely polite and respectful. He made sure to greet my grandparents and my mom and to wish them a happy new year. He watched out for my granddad and opened and closed car doors. I think he charmed their socks off!

Three: I'm not the best host. I rarely receive friends over, so I didn't really know what to do. But even though it was silent in the beginning, I didn't feel awkward at all, and I hope he didn't too! He just has a way of making people feel comfy around him.

Four: he dresses well. It's like effortless. Or maybe he just always looks good?

Five: 'He reads and writes poetry.' Haha, a line from Sepet! But yeah, he does that. :) And which girl doesn't like that?? He reads a lot, full-stop.

Six: Honest, smart conversation. I disagree with him on rare occasions.

Seven: I dragged him to a few places today because I had to and he didn't complain. Not once. Awww, sweet! Thanks so much!

Eight: Okay, this isn't a plus point for me cause we live pretty far from each other, but I think most girls would like that he drives.

Nine: Next to Trinity, he's probably the one that I've had the most heart-to-hearts with. There is nothing that can endear a person to me more than that; that he is willing to listen. And he gives good advice to go with the listening.

Ten: That cheeky grin! Makes you feel like grinning and wonder what he's up to!

Well, there you have it. My ten points about him. You are gonna watch the sequel to Sepet with me the next time I'm back, and I don't care if it'll be your tenth time! Emotionally-charged, sensitive, weepy films rock my world, yay! :)

I honestly thought I had informed everyone that I'm going back to Brisbane on the 19th of this month (changed my flight date to accomodate a trip to Penang) but Howie got a shock yesterday when I said I'll buy a pretty pair of gloves instead of the lousy ones they sell at the ice-skating rink on Friday so that I can take it with me to Australia.

Oops. Okay, I don't understand how that slipped my mind cause if there's one person I talk to everyday, it's him. Something's definitely wrong with me these days!

About UK, my application is in. Everything's done. But I'll only hear from them in.. I don't even know when exactly. :P I'm off to Brisbane to complete one semester of psychology, and if I do well, I'll stay on, complete my Honours and Masters if I qualify. But if that one semester's results turn out crap, and I get an offer from a UK university silly enough to accept me (goodbye, Bristol, you can keep that fricking essay), then I'll go. I'll love them forever for their silliness.

So till the 19th, I'll still be here packing (the usual ongoing procrastination), eating like I'm famished (OMG, I went to Delicious yesterday for the 3rd day in a row!), sleeping over, doing unnecessary shopping for myself and my lovelies back in boarding, finishing up my enrolment (not even half complete =.=), meeting up with people (Stephie'll be in KL soon, yay!), watching the OC, and blah the blah.

Still. here. :)

When I really got serious about blogging, I realised that it would be pointless if I had to watch every single word that I typed. I don't mean that I would like to be sued for libel, defamation, blah the blah. I don't like the idea of me hiding the truth, sugar-coating my words (read blog title), just because of the smallest possibility that someone I previously bitched about stumbles upon my blog.

I'm not exactly the biggest blog-whore I know. I think I understand what discretion is. There are many people whom I would never even think of showing this blog to. But then there are the people who find out about it and when I hear that they actually read my blonde words, I get the shock of my life. But I digress.

So anyway, I think that my blog is just my opinion, my words. If you haven't yet realised, and you'd have to be quite blur to not have, you can never reach an agreement with everyone in the world. I see things differently from you and I don't expect everyone to fully understand my views, and neither should you. Patronising? Just the truth.

Maybe I don't know that you've been reading my blog. But if I do realise that and I still write something you don't like, just remember that this is my blog, my avenue of release. I've been writing for years and I don't intend to change the way I write just for the people who read my blog, which is not many to start with anyway. You can tell me what you don't like, but I can't promise that I'll do anything about it.

I think you choose what you read and I'm not forcing you to read my blog. This is a long disclaimer-like post, but it's been in my head for awhile now.

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Lately, I've been holding back my words, just because I know that the person I want to talk about will read them, and I get the feeling it'll get uglier if he does. I'd type them and then slowly delete them, watch my work (not the job context) disappear. Things were less complicated when there was just that small circle of people (like, less than 5?) reading this blog, but I can't say that the complication has been for the worse. This blog has helped me fill in a lot of gaps in my life with people. But it remains mine, so I've decided that I'm being stupid.

Now, this is me refusing to hold back any longer. This is what I meant to say for the past few days:

For hating you, I blame myself (Kelly Clarkson's Behind These Hazel Eyes)

When did I go back and take that road again? AGAIN. Why's it only hitting me now in the face that I only took one step forward, and about 10 steps back? I hate feeling like I went back against my own wishes to forget about hoping for bloody red rain to fall. It's disappointing as well. I thought that I was already halfway through, pushing myself to let everything slide, since I realised how stupid I was being. But now I see that the stupidity only increased.

It's frustrating and annoying, holding onto the weary threads of impossible dreams. I wish you'd say something, but I think it'd only make things worse. The way things are now is bad enough. Indifference hurts enough. Confrontation would end everything, making anything between us seem worthless. This is when I begin to think that being picky isn't good.

No, there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It's not even a fricking rainbow to start with; it's an unpaved path (it's not even a road) with potholes no one bothered to cover. But isn't it unfair, hitching a ride with the first person you see without considering how they feel? It's a 'been there, done that' for me. Taking that road again seems like the wrong thing to do.

I'm jumping ship for the second time. Make me believe that I'm doing what I want to: let go. See it as suicide, what-fucking-ever. Better still, leave me. Let me be. I'll just hope I drown quick cause if you're the one who throws me the lifeline, I'm worried I'll take it. Again.

If you didn't understand any of that, well, I'm not sure I do either, now that I've read over my words again. But like I said, my blog.

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.