We'll Carry On, We'll Carry On

Just for the fun of it, here's my top ten list of guys that make me all giggly and vapid and 'whee!':

1. Alan Wilder (from Depeche Mode)
- My idea of the perfect man: a musician with an acerbic wit, dark sense of humour and so unbelievably fucking gorgeous. Plus, he married a gypsy. I want to be a gypsy, dammit.

2. Sean Bean (actor)
- The most long-standing crush from my Lord Of The Rings harem, haha!

3. Viggo Mortensen (actor)
- Very close behind Sean Bean, and from the same, aforementioned harem.

4. Mikey Way (from My Chemical Romance)
- I know, I know. But their video has been playing non-stop on MTV (which I watch religiously when I'm on the treadmill) and that boy cleaned up real nice. Honourable mention: Frankie Iero from same band. Gerard Way would probably get an honourable mention too if he didn't go all Debbie Harry on us.

5. Shan Wee
- I don't even know what to say about this one. All my friends insist he's blank/obnoxious/resembles VivoCity (private joke) but he's definitely the most gorgeous man I've seen in person. Also, after listening to him on the radio a few times, it's pretty evident there's a wicked sense of humour lurking in those blank depths. And wicked sense of humour = always droolicious.

6. Lionel Messi (Barca/Argie football player)
- Popularly known as 'The Flea' in his native Argentina, it is easy to see why this young prodigy is the next great white hope for Argie futbol. Plus, he's so fuckin' cute that I want to pick him up and put him in my pocket. This has earned him the nickname 'Pocket Messi' amongst me and my bemused family members.

Well, I'm too tired to complete the rest of my list. I'll do it another day and hopefully supplement the list with photos as well. In the meantime, I shall debate whether Orlando Bloom will make it to my list or not, because he's more under the 'Guilty Pleasure' category. I mean, he's the only one from my list who is strictly eye candy. The rest have other talents and worthy attributes. The guy just looks good in a Pirate costume, full stop. We'll see my mood.

It's my day off tomorrow (today, actually) and I'm going to spend it cleaning the house. Whoop de fucking doo.

Make This Go On Forever

So I have finally decided to start blogging again. I think it's the lack of food (fasting month) plus lack of fresh air (the haze from hell) that has inspired me to find somewhere where I can complain. So here we go: new blog, new start, old rantings and ravings.

With all this haze drama, Singapore really does look like Silent Hill. Of course, I'm going to run like hell if any ash-babies or pyramid-head-shaped people come clawing after me on the MRT. I was kinda glad the haze went away during my birthday vacation in Batam, and now it's back with a vengeance.

Me: How come there's no firefighters trying to put out the fire in Indonesia?
Brother: Because they're all busy making ayam penyet?

That is so hysterically racist and stereotypical, but damn funny.

In other words, a good Sunday morning album to listen to is Josh Rouse's 'Subtitulo'. A really beautiful, light, tender album. Steer away if you hate bossa nova or Burt Bacharach-type-sipping-martinis music. But otherwise, it's something soothing and warm to melt into, like a cashmere sweater.

Happy Haze Day, people!