Crap. I don't have a title.

So, I was down in KL last weekend and we, my mum and I that is, were staying at Le Meridién. Sounds fancy, don’t it? Well, it’s not all that great. Don’t get me wrong, the rooms itself weren’t that bad. Come to think about it, it was pretty decent. Nevertheless, It was the F&B that was b-a-d. The service? Gosh... Feel like smacking all the waiters and waitresses siut. The manager also can take and throw into the longkang. Gosh, I’m starting to sound like some lotus flower... Well, Ah Lian if you prefer to call it. But seriously, I think service and hospitality at Desa Parkcity (my Kai Ma’s place) is waaaaaaaaaaaay better.

Anyhoots, I went up on Saturday, in line with my Kai Ma’s birthday. We had a buffet dinner at Sheraton, which is now known as Imperial. The Japanese food sure is mighty toothsome.

Okay, finally. The Mummy, I watched on Saturday at the Pavilion. It was all right... but the plots were brimming with holes. There were questions that I can’t seem to find answers to. Hmmm... perhaps my IQ just ain’t on par with the scriptwriters’.

But now, on with the most important feat – it’s Michelle Yeoh! Gosh, I LOVE seeing her on screen! She’s simply awe-inspiring. And Jet Li too. I love his nifty moves. Not that there were many kick-ass fighting scenes but I’m speaking in general. Both of them; masters of their craft and legends in their field. They both make me proud to be a Chinese. And with the Beijing Olympics going on, fuh!

Anyway, I thought Brendan Fraser was a bit stiff and a tad rusty. And Maria Bello; nothing compared to Rachel Weisz. What a turn off man... At least Maggie Gyllenhaal took over Katie Holmes’ role well. The new Evelyn O’Connell is simply just less funny and less fun and stiffer than cardboard. Okay. Cardboards are not that stiff but you do hear see what I’m saying writing typing getting at, right? But Luke Ford. He’s pretty cute. The age gap between him and his “dad”, however, is just weird. They look like they’re of the same age. Some kinky scandal going on with the O’Connells? I sure hope not...

So, back to my deprivation of love. I’m so depressed! (was) The love of my life doesn’t even know of my existence! (still) What can possibly be worse than that? Geez... Look at Michelle Yeoh. She’s looking better than ever since she hit her 40s; just like fine wine. AND guess what I just found out!? I know of a friend whose mother was classmates with her!!! *Gasp* Speak of so near and yet so far. Sigh...

Sigh... (again) I’m starting to sound like a bloody psychopath/stalker. I suppose it’s more of the psychopath... But then again, wasn’t I one a looooong time ago? Yearp. And on to the stalker part, maybe not physical (yet?) but in some concocted and non-existent figment of my imaginary world, to be more precise. Like, if the brain could send signals like SMSes, I think her brain would be bombarded with my declaration of love. LMAO! Well, upon accepting the fact that there is a possibility of transferring brain messages efficiently one day, but just not today, I think I’m better off looking for her contact number. Hmmm... Now where do I start?

Okay, jokes aside; as much as I would have loved to say (for dramatic purposes) that The Mummy was as good as The Dark Knight, I obviously just can’t. The Mummy and (The Tomb Of) The Dragon Emperor is/are incapable of dethroning The Dark Knight (and The Joker).

Period.