I have nothing particular to blog *stares* but I just felt like writing and anyway, it's only you that reads and bothers to comment in my near-pathethic blog V. You are officially the bestest blogger/facebook/ex-friendster companion ever.
Do, take a bow Dahleeng. *applauses*
The week has been exceptionally well for me. It feels like every single grudge, seemingly poisonous thoughts or whatever negativity that has been waning in my mind over the past few years even, has finally ... cabut. *smiles widely* It's like, 'WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH!' I can breath again.
I would like to thank the person that made this possible. "THANTHOO-THANTOO." *Bows deeply"
And that's just it, really. I'm all good.
Till next time.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Oh ok, I know it's just a picture. But still......
Don't you just loooovveee this picture?
Pen took it :)
P.s: Ok you can still see my tummy but what the heck. I'm not one to hide my flaws and show only the 'what-I-reckon-is-pretty-in-my-eyes-and-yours' parts.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Beautiful Bastards
Oh alrite. But it's not gonna be one sentence. U cakap sampai mcm tu I pun tak sampai hati nak type only one sentence.
=_="
Anyway bout the blog taggage, I have been thinking and thinking and honestly, I'm not fit to post such 'exquisite' a topic up. Beautiful men? Hun, there's lots but I've been void of the media for the last...two years I think (thoroughly ashamed to admit that though) but it's the growing up. No kidding, the euphoria of being so into something has faded abruptly it's like, whoa- the years of (not that long, really) experience has sadly made me a cynical and bitter old (wo)man.
I mean, I do get all jumpitty but it just doesn't last long anymore.
Anyway these ppl would've made my list (I'd put the respective pics up when I have the time):
1. Daniel Johns- He's HAWT. It's not his looks no, frankly, it's his music which makes up for all that skinny sticky blondeness he's got all over him.
2. Hugh Grant- All that romantic comedy has got me drooling over this sucker. He's your typical (but really not so cuz 'typical' ain't 'typical' anymore if you get my drift) Brit sucker-up; in a package complete with dreamy eyes, dashing great prince charmingy dark brown locks with the puuurfect British wit anyone could ever ask for. Oh how I love him. *sigh*
3. Alex Band (The Calling, remember?)- Go..........defenestrate yourself -as V might say- if you think he's not worth your Top Ten. I nearly forgot him but then remembered back in the days where I used to think he's one hot piece of ass. A good eye-candy. He was in my mind long enough to actually blurt out his name when someone inquires me regarding my taste in men. And that's reeeaally good in Hannah's personal radar. Ok he's blonde and I don't usually dig blondes but the exception comes with Alex Band and Daniel Johns. Oh and he's got a good deep voice which is to-meleleh-for. *faints* And with him comes Alex Tan (the Malaysian model) and Alex Yoong and all the clean Alex's in the world.
Milo Ventimiglia would've made my list but I think Heroes destroyed my initial liking for him. I dunno why but it all 'kedebang kedebush' when I see him acting all murky like that. It's like.....ugh. I beg you to be all arrogant, 'mulut senget-ed' and conceited (while hiding that certain a fondness you've had for that young Gilmore) and hot, of course.
I can't really remember anything else but Aragorn is phooooooooooooket. Viggo Mortensen is another thing altogether, I can't believe they're the same person. *_*
4. Johnny Depp- Oh HOW can I forget God's masterpiece? He. ISN'T. Real. Ooh I soo have this urge to smooch his face off right now. I have the tendency to do things on impulse. Thank God he's not here.
Oh how bout that model in the Diesel ad? 'Fuel for Life'. Don't you just luuuuuuuuurve the way his chest hair goes all nice and form a seemingly subtle perfect lil pathway down to.........*giggles*
Ok I feel all giddy already. Hooooorrrrrrny!!'s more like it.
Ah there's plenty of beautiful men but my mind's not working (tambah-ing the fact that I'm not in touch with the current occurence of what made life 'life' right now) but if you'd like to know what kinda guy I like just head off to V's blog (see I'm using your blog to finish up my dirty job again) and you'll see that my kinda man is close to Annmarie's kinda men (Mark Ronson *nods head fervently*) Ooh but with the exception of No.1 and that White guy (Naw, me no liking those two). I particularly like big, bald man so yeah, the likes of Vin Diesel and the Prison Break dudes and SHIT, BATISTA!! makes me list.
5- Batista- World's Hottest wrestler. The tattoos, the big buffed up bod, those cute little buns in cute little wrestling undies. The short-crop dark hair, the perfectly lined muscles on his thighs, those cute little waggy ears and tiny teensy line of stub on his chin. Ooh Batista......por favor?!Nehi? Pernah jadi World Heavyweight Champion la-GI yew *scoffs and puts nose up in the air* and still fighting for it....*sigh*...in vain. (DAMN the Rated-R!)
You know I'm running out of topic. I'm not supposed to be DOING a 'machiam-machiam yew' bout this. Especially when I've specifically mentioned I'm not good enough to be doing it according to my lack of knowledge on Hollywood, Bollywood, and Manlihood.
o__O
I think I'm a pragmatist.
Btw I'm reading Bel Canto and so far so goooood. It's so subtle and delicate and divine, I feel like I'm floating on white, puffy, clouds while reading it. Whereas 'Fire Me Up' is OhumGee the ULTIMATE sex novel. Wouldn't you just like reading a novel that involves incubi's (incubus- naked men appearing anywhere (naked!!) ready to have sex with you when u summon them or 'accidentally' summon them) exclaiming things like, "I can handle a threesome. I am a most virile and strenuous lover."
And "Why do you want me to wear that garment? Is it a game? Will it excite you if I do?"
"No darling, strip it all up. And don't leave anything behind."
Ok that came from me. :P
I never knew that 'incubus' had a real valid meaning to it. *wiggles eyebrows* And I thought all they do is play good alt-rock songs.
Oh and I MUST add that these incubi's are the most beautiful men ever-men that would make GQ cover models appear like a freaking sub-standard puppy tepi jahlan. But apparently you can't have too much sex with them or you'll be in constant craving for them sa-ha-JA and your lust for mortal men will dissipate (which is VERY dangerous if you'd want freakin Alex BAND in your bed) and you will leave with nothing/nada/nien cuz they'll take the souls outta you anyway.
So too much of something so good is never good. That's the moral of the story. *nods head*
And duh moral of this particular post is... well, I can never make up my mind once and for all with a string of beautiful (mortal-*hah!*) men stuck in me cuz it tends to just...play hide and seek especially when another gorgeous form of splendifourous beauty with an even more gitasmically out-of-this-world talent in a backpack appears. *Phew!*. I can be in absolute love with Jon Bon Jovi one day and possibly even Sean Ghazi when I hear him sing next. And then I look at 'Henry' dancing for Betty and he's a SAINT, God's best friend, whatever (SUH-hot to see a geek with muscles shake his booty). Paulie Bleeker is beautiful in his super-short blinding yellow-gold running shorts. Then Jamie Scott pulak is insanely adorable of the adorablest. Micah KILLS me with his curls (it's purely lust on this kid). I'm on a night train to Singapore with the Cleo's 50 Most Eligible Bachelor 2008 edition slapped on my thighs and I croon over (some) of them on the bed. They made my night. The girl's spoilt for choice. Don't blame me if I can't quite put a finger on men. I can't buat a pilihan yang tetap. I love em bastards too much to personally-hand-pick them up for personal flavah. We need to share such beauty with the world.
=_="
Anyway bout the blog taggage, I have been thinking and thinking and honestly, I'm not fit to post such 'exquisite' a topic up. Beautiful men? Hun, there's lots but I've been void of the media for the last...two years I think (thoroughly ashamed to admit that though) but it's the growing up. No kidding, the euphoria of being so into something has faded abruptly it's like, whoa- the years of (not that long, really) experience has sadly made me a cynical and bitter old (wo)man.
I mean, I do get all jumpitty but it just doesn't last long anymore.
Anyway these ppl would've made my list (I'd put the respective pics up when I have the time):
1. Daniel Johns- He's HAWT. It's not his looks no, frankly, it's his music which makes up for all that skinny sticky blondeness he's got all over him.
2. Hugh Grant- All that romantic comedy has got me drooling over this sucker. He's your typical (but really not so cuz 'typical' ain't 'typical' anymore if you get my drift) Brit sucker-up; in a package complete with dreamy eyes, dashing great prince charmingy dark brown locks with the puuurfect British wit anyone could ever ask for. Oh how I love him. *sigh*
3. Alex Band (The Calling, remember?)- Go..........defenestrate yourself -as V might say- if you think he's not worth your Top Ten. I nearly forgot him but then remembered back in the days where I used to think he's one hot piece of ass. A good eye-candy. He was in my mind long enough to actually blurt out his name when someone inquires me regarding my taste in men. And that's reeeaally good in Hannah's personal radar. Ok he's blonde and I don't usually dig blondes but the exception comes with Alex Band and Daniel Johns. Oh and he's got a good deep voice which is to-meleleh-for. *faints* And with him comes Alex Tan (the Malaysian model) and Alex Yoong and all the clean Alex's in the world.
Milo Ventimiglia would've made my list but I think Heroes destroyed my initial liking for him. I dunno why but it all 'kedebang kedebush' when I see him acting all murky like that. It's like.....ugh. I beg you to be all arrogant, 'mulut senget-ed' and conceited (while hiding that certain a fondness you've had for that young Gilmore) and hot, of course.
I can't really remember anything else but Aragorn is phooooooooooooket. Viggo Mortensen is another thing altogether, I can't believe they're the same person. *_*
4. Johnny Depp- Oh HOW can I forget God's masterpiece? He. ISN'T. Real. Ooh I soo have this urge to smooch his face off right now. I have the tendency to do things on impulse. Thank God he's not here.
Oh how bout that model in the Diesel ad? 'Fuel for Life'. Don't you just luuuuuuuuurve the way his chest hair goes all nice and form a seemingly subtle perfect lil pathway down to.........*giggles*
Ok I feel all giddy already. Hooooorrrrrrny!!'s more like it.
Ah there's plenty of beautiful men but my mind's not working (tambah-ing the fact that I'm not in touch with the current occurence of what made life 'life' right now) but if you'd like to know what kinda guy I like just head off to V's blog (see I'm using your blog to finish up my dirty job again) and you'll see that my kinda man is close to Annmarie's kinda men (Mark Ronson *nods head fervently*) Ooh but with the exception of No.1 and that White guy (Naw, me no liking those two). I particularly like big, bald man so yeah, the likes of Vin Diesel and the Prison Break dudes and SHIT, BATISTA!! makes me list.
5- Batista- World's Hottest wrestler. The tattoos, the big buffed up bod, those cute little buns in cute little wrestling undies. The short-crop dark hair, the perfectly lined muscles on his thighs, those cute little waggy ears and tiny teensy line of stub on his chin. Ooh Batista......por favor?!Nehi? Pernah jadi World Heavyweight Champion la-GI yew *scoffs and puts nose up in the air* and still fighting for it....*sigh*...in vain. (DAMN the Rated-R!)
You know I'm running out of topic. I'm not supposed to be DOING a 'machiam-machiam yew' bout this. Especially when I've specifically mentioned I'm not good enough to be doing it according to my lack of knowledge on Hollywood, Bollywood, and Manlihood.
o__O
I think I'm a pragmatist.
Btw I'm reading Bel Canto and so far so goooood. It's so subtle and delicate and divine, I feel like I'm floating on white, puffy, clouds while reading it. Whereas 'Fire Me Up' is OhumGee the ULTIMATE sex novel. Wouldn't you just like reading a novel that involves incubi's (incubus- naked men appearing anywhere (naked!!) ready to have sex with you when u summon them or 'accidentally' summon them) exclaiming things like, "I can handle a threesome. I am a most virile and strenuous lover."
And "Why do you want me to wear that garment? Is it a game? Will it excite you if I do?"
"No darling, strip it all up. And don't leave anything behind."
Ok that came from me. :P
I never knew that 'incubus' had a real valid meaning to it. *wiggles eyebrows* And I thought all they do is play good alt-rock songs.
Oh and I MUST add that these incubi's are the most beautiful men ever-men that would make GQ cover models appear like a freaking sub-standard puppy tepi jahlan. But apparently you can't have too much sex with them or you'll be in constant craving for them sa-ha-JA and your lust for mortal men will dissipate (which is VERY dangerous if you'd want freakin Alex BAND in your bed) and you will leave with nothing/nada/nien cuz they'll take the souls outta you anyway.
So too much of something so good is never good. That's the moral of the story. *nods head*
And duh moral of this particular post is... well, I can never make up my mind once and for all with a string of beautiful (mortal-*hah!*) men stuck in me cuz it tends to just...play hide and seek especially when another gorgeous form of splendifourous beauty with an even more gitasmically out-of-this-world talent in a backpack appears. *Phew!*. I can be in absolute love with Jon Bon Jovi one day and possibly even Sean Ghazi when I hear him sing next. And then I look at 'Henry' dancing for Betty and he's a SAINT, God's best friend, whatever (SUH-hot to see a geek with muscles shake his booty). Paulie Bleeker is beautiful in his super-short blinding yellow-gold running shorts. Then Jamie Scott pulak is insanely adorable of the adorablest. Micah KILLS me with his curls (it's purely lust on this kid). I'm on a night train to Singapore with the Cleo's 50 Most Eligible Bachelor 2008 edition slapped on my thighs and I croon over (some) of them on the bed. They made my night. The girl's spoilt for choice. Don't blame me if I can't quite put a finger on men. I can't buat a pilihan yang tetap. I love em bastards too much to personally-hand-pick them up for personal flavah. We need to share such beauty with the world.
*tears*. Over God's greatest gift to womanhood.
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