Questioning My Sanity...

... and my weakness for men who reads.

Because despite how many times John Mayer is mentioned in this blog- because there is no apparent fans of Mr. Mayer other than moi, around here - I still am able to extricate (okay maybe not with that much difficulty) and inveigle myself that I am still very much in love with Milo Ventimiglia. Okay, maybe not Milo Ventimiglia himself, but instead with the character he portrayed in Gilmore Girls ; Jess Mariano. I concluded this after simultaneously watching him on Fergie's 'Big Girls Don't Cry' music video and multiple episodes of Heroes. 

No effect. Surprisingly.

I don't know the explanation behind my idee fixe (infatuation) to Jess Mariano. But I *do know that I fell in love with him at first sight. And even more when I further discover that he reads. I mean, really, WHERE DO I  FIND GUYS LIKE THIS? If you tell me England, then oh well, of course... since literature's very big there. But I'm talking about somewhere closer to myself. Screw Egyptians. All the men smoke and its bloody annoying. I make it a principle in life to not HATE anything in life, just strongly dislike... but smokers are an exception. I HATE SMOKERS . With a passion. 

Just in case I'm not blatant enough earlier; I'm talking about men in Malaysia. Or Malaysian men.

Some people tell me that I should probably look around for something other than books when I enter a bookstore if I insist on finding these 'rare species of male homosapien'. But ehhh. All the guys I see in there are either browsing through mangas / animes / auto + fitness magazines / even worse: staring blankly into the covers of the books in the Romance section. *sighs. -_________-" 

And errr... novels from Alaf 21 tak kira okay. 

On another note, every night I serenade myself to sleep by putting John Mayer's 'Comfortable' and Paolo Nutini's 'Last Request' on loop. Sooo niceeeee, till I don't even remember any of my dreams. Which is, a good thing. I read: If you remember your dreams its because your sleep is not 'lena' (:-P) enough. But the opposite applies when you don't remember your dreams. Basically it means you are sooooo deep in sleep that you don't give a f*** about reality and dreams. Its just me, the pillows and the comforter baby. No one else.

Oh yes. Life is magnificent. Or rather, semi consciousness is.

Since I'm substantially in the topic of music, I'd like to suggest to you a song by Said The Whale aptly entitled 'The Light is You'. Give it a listen(!) At the same time, you should also try out some songs by Rachael Yamagata. Such a darling. Oh and lend an ear to Zee Avi's cover of Morrisey's 'First of the Gang to Die'. Nice. Nice. Nice.

I think I'm getting mellow-er. Music choice wise. Oh well, I can always choose to revisit the era of Paramore, Good Charlotte, other mainstream bands (I don't try hard at sounding Indie now do I? :-P), and maybe some Alexisonfire whenever I feel like it. But right now anything that invites me to head bang gives me a headache. And anything that enters my stomach or doesn't enter my stomach, gives me a stomachache. *sigh. 

Lastly, I apologize for the itsy bitsy teeny weeny font size. Am just experimenting. Or to some degree, entertain myself. Eheh. But no apology is needed for my random cloud of topics, all tastefully / distastefully (depends on how you look at it) wedged into one single post, since any reader of mine who has stuck with me all these while since 2008 till my recent massacre-everything-mode would've known by now that that's a habit. That shows no signs in slowing down. 

*grins.




p/s: I kinda like how the smaller font size makes my paragraphs seem shorter. When you try hard enough, you will never again think, "Mannn this girl writes a lot of crapppp." Illusion, can be a marvelous thing. TEEHEE.