I had a double pass for My Boss’s Daughter at GSC Midvalley, and I had a free Saturday with absolutely nothing to do.

And so, I called all possible fans of Ashton Kutcher. (Meaning them females.) At least 10 straight out could not make it, but 4 said they could and (hours) later could not.

At one point, false hope was so high, I felt like Thomas Edison when he found the right filament. Of course, the rain drowned all hope.

Like a curse it was! I did not believe in luck and fate and all that, but this was too ironic indeed. Today was supposed to be a Saturday. The easiest day to go out. The holiday season was on. Nature, however, was all against it.

In an awesome act-of-God, God meddlesomely knew that I had a college project to finish. I didn’t even bump into anybody familiar in Midvalley!

It wasn’t until I broke out of routine that I would break the spell. I was hungry, but not hungry enough for a greasing of fast food. I walked to Rotiboy, and I bumped into an ex-classmate from school!

“Albert!”

I didn’t recognize him at first. A lot later I realized he was the Malay prefect who negotiated in Chinese with the gangsters. And here I was, a banana, unable to speak Chinese. He looked Chinese anyway.

I don’t even remember ever trying the legendary Mexican Bun, so I asked how many would be nice for lunch. He sold me two for RM1.50. Later I found that one bun was RM1.50.

It was nice, strong smelling, collapsingly crunchy, and had sweet butter on one end. How do you tell which end is it, so you don’t start there?

However, after two, I was full, and I didn’t feel the same addiction that many have described.

(Please make sure your monitor is clean before you lick it.)