Inspiration From Kenny...Part 2

OK…I have the nerve to finish both of them at one day…so might as well get on with it…

OK…let’s see…men fall in love with their eyes…hmm…you know what, I’m going to admit and say that men do fall in love with their eyes…

I might as well admit that I liked girls usually by looking at them, as the 1st impression is always important to me…if you cannot zap me in the 1st encounter…boy u need to try very hard for me to notice you after that…

Alright, before u start your chant of chauvinistic pig, I might as well defend my case.
Ok…fine, this time, instead of using the old school talk and talk and talk…I will use another approach…I will in fact, set an example by telling the world what kind of females attract me, even when they are not trying to…

Indeed, I am using a lot of guts just to write this, anyhow, whatever…this would give girls a good idea of what they should not be if they ever think of attracting me…I know I know, I can hear the sounds of vomit sloshing out of your throats…but hear me out ok? A girl has her fantasies, so give a guy a break and let him have his?

Here are, the ten girls that apparently I could think of immediately , that would appeal to me.
So here goes:

10.Kirsten Dunst.

After watching Spidey, I felt like being Venom. But I wouldn’t have hung here from a taxi like 60feet above the ground… instead I would slap Spidey to his senses and tell him what a girl he is losing for his idiocy. Then again, not! I would keep Mary-Jane and let him rot…lol…she’s pretty good at what she does, there was this movie called Bring It On which she was the Vice-Captain of the Cheerleading Squad that were supposed to be National Champions…that was where I noticed her. She always had this sweet, knowing smile and that girlish squirms that seemed adorable an any instant. The reason that I put her on the tenth is basically, she smokes. And I hate smokers…might as well tell me that you smoke rather than tell me that stupid excuse again…It turns me off far better than anything else…

9. Jessica Alba.

Ooo…most of you would know her as Sue Storm in the Fantastic Four… I knew her as the Dark Angel, who had a microchip at the back of her neck...and she could kickass with her superhumans strength...hmm... I didn’t think of her as pretty until recently, where she turned out to be like this, super-hot actress, and btw, she looked really great as Sue Storm in the movies, with her really generous smiles and that girl-next-door feel. She recently turned out to be one of the most desirable bikini models, ranking with ppl like Pamela Anderson. She’s not heavy with those bombs, but she has this well-tanned, healthy and sunny appearance that really appeals to most men. Again, you don’t need to be fair to be pretty.

8. Hayden Panettiere.

1st impression, a beautiful name. And yet, another cheerleader. And this one can jump of a seven-storey building and survive without a single scratch. Anyway, u won’t have to worry if this one threatens to kill herself because, you know…she can’t get hurt. But that doesn’t mean u can go on and cheat on her, she’s the perfect suicide bomber u know. I dunno why I have these weird coincidences with cheerleaders. There was one that everybody knows I like that was an ex-cheerleader, and these two, and there’s one more who actually asked me out once, and god knows why she did it. Anyway, I was away, and I’m really flattered with her invitation. She deserves better. Anyway, Claire(as she is well-known as) has this really great appearance that doesn’t make you feel awkward in front of her. She’s just this genuine, girl-next-door feel and friendly student that doesn’t rely on popular students to win the Homecoming Queen. She has in fact, a geeky friend that she shared her secret with and he proved loyal until he was dealt with by the Haitian. Another note, people just need to be themselves and that is really attractive. No point rubbing up with those so-called popular nitwits that do all sorts of stupid stuff in order to fit in, or be noticed.

7.Rainie Yang.

Finally, an Asian. I know plenty of you would wonder if I’d ever pick an Asian with seemingly never-ending rantings on Caucasians. This one, as we all know her well as the Princess of Cuteness. In fact, she is indeed, cute. Now, cute is one thing, but being talented is another. Her music was dissed by my sifu, David Tao as being amateurish. But she did well for her 1st album, and by the second album, her last song, Que Yang, was one of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever heard. The method of singing felt absolutely fitting and it sounded faint, weak, whilst giving out a lamentation to a past relationship. It is not an easy song to sing, mind you. I wish you could try and do it the way she did, and you’ll understand. And her recent movie, she played a lesbian that seeked love towards another female counterpart. She did it rather bravely, being unorthodox and willing to sacrifice her image for the movie. She even wanted to shed her cute image in order to pursue even complex characters. A very, very hardworking girl. But unfortunately, her verbal instincts weren’t as keen as her cuteness, and she offended plenty of people by saying things she shouldn’t have. It’s not totally her fault, but being an entertainer, it’s good to do research and avoid touchy issues.

Rainie the Lesbian in Water-Lilies...

6. Anne Hathaway.

Oh dear. The Devil Wears Prada. She did magnificently. Once she was amongst the highest echelons of appealing females in my list, being the type of mature women that I would find appealing, but anyhow, she was giving me this very stereotype image that I got bored with. Oh yes, she was stunning in The Princess Diaries. And I believed that she was a Princess. I wish a prince would marry her and make her one instead. Lol. She became even more impressive in the 2nd sequel where she looked even more beautiful... she sang also a duet with one of my idols, Julie Andrews. She could sing, she could dance. She looks great. ‘Nough said.

5.Ariel Lin.

For those who don’t know her. She’s a rising star in the Taiwanese entertainment industry. Best known for her role in It Started With A Kiss. It was one of the shows that I manage to be patient with and finished it with satisfaction. Ok, notice that I put ppl like Jessica Alba, Kirsten Rainie and Anne behind her, even if she lacks in looks compared to the other 5. I wish I could put her even higher on the list. I’ve noticed her since she just appeared on the industry, and I’ve been keeping tabs with her works. She did loads of dramas with various famous actors, like The Seventh Grade(gods, she played the Captain for the Cheerleading Squad!), Love Contract, The Secret Garden, etc, etc. She even got nominated for Best Actress in The Golden Horse Awards. From what I know, she comes from a single parent family, and being the eldest, she was the breadwinner of the family, and she worked hard so that she could support her family and help them get a better life. It touched me that she was this strong, steady lady who wouldn’t care the BS of how her life would be without a man. This is one that I really admire for her resilience.

It Started with a Kiss(drama)...Everybody wants to be that guy!

4. Emma Watson.

Aha, that is something I’d expect from ppl who hear of this name. Yes, she’s Hermione Granger in Harry Potter, and the sole reason I would still to watch Harry Potter movies. I know this sounds shallow. It’s just luck that Rowling picked a small rosebud in her cast that turned out to be a real stunner. She did well as Hermione Granger. Unlike the norms of the men, who obey the 3Ds rule: Achievements: D, Intelligence: D, Cup Size: D. I actually prefer women who present more intelligence and are successful in their own field. Maybe it is the fact that my mom was rather intelligent and capable, (though I’m not so sure now), but being stupid isn’t something I look forward to have in a spouse. But I know everyone would agree on that she looks pretty, and I’m sure she’ll be even more so in the future. Hopefully J

Now, the Top Three…

Getting restless? Here we go.

3. Joanna “Jojo” Levesque.

Hmm, I dunno what to say about her. Except that I noticed this Lindsay Lohan lookalike in RV. But it turned out it wasn’t La Lohan, but an up and coming singer called Jojo. And my gods, she is another stunner, and she’s like what? 16? And do you think a 16 year old would look like this? I know I sound like a paedophile here, but no, I have no inclination towards children, in fact, I find it horrendous to even expose children to such matters before they are mature. Anyway, go on, make assumptions. I don’t care. I am not a freak. Jojo, is in fact a great singer. She has already two albums to her name, and her latest, The High Road, included songs like Too Little, Too Late, and How to Touch A Girl. The latter sounds cheesy, but wait till you hear the vocal chords this girl has. She has a very powerful voice that would hit the heavy ballads like what Whitney and Mariah did. It’s only a matter of time until she turns into a more, professional singer with more originality. I only wish her well in whatever she does, though I pray not the Lindsay Lohan Route.

2. Jolin Tsai.

Sigh. I’ve been pondering long and hard enough whether to put her in 1st or 2nd. Everyone knows her. The Dancing Diva. She started out as this thin, ordinary looking girl that I couldn’t care less of. With a SClub 7 song that I wasn’t too happy with. Naturally I wasn’t keen on her music. It was when she came back from a serious tussle with her company that she began to show real potential. Her 1st album after that sold brilliantly, with the help of her ex-rumoured bf, Jay Chou. And she conveyed this really fashionable, up-to-date, trendiness that attracted thousands to flock under her banner once more. Mind you, she even went up a tempo when she tore away from the dependence on Jay, and broke away from her record company, and joined one that was previously unknown. The Dancing Diva, her past album, was a great hit. And she even spent millions learning acrobatics and gymnastics to add more stuff onto her alreadyy impressive resume. I went to her concert last year and she did this up in the air, gymnastics with only her legs as support, like 50feet up in the air, no harness. Personally, I find her eagerness and willingness to achieve perfection endearing. Her concert was amazing, and worth every penny of it. I did mention several times to people how impressed I was with her diligence and her attitude, though not everyone agreed with me. Many said that I was only interested because she suddenly had this, overnight-grown assets, which I beg to differ. I wouldn’t have mattered if she had nothing at all. She was this amazing chameleon that could turn from sexy to cute in a jiffy. She could dance to a high tempo and then suddenly go into a ballad with no worries at all. I’m really impressed with her.

And yes, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, who is this person that has the dare to sit on the top?

1. Alexis Bledel.

Yes, and yes, Rory Gilmore. Where there is nothing more appealing than this sweet, nice and clever girl living with her whacky mother at Stars Hollow. I admit I do watch Gilmore Girls whenever I can, in fact, I love it. I love watching how cute she is, and how she goes with her everyday life. She’s the smart, talkative, but shy girl who wants everybody to like her. And in fact, I don’t believe anyone in it who doesn’t like her, maybe except Paris, who is a downright rich snob. But anyhow, I just like the way she looks, and how comfortable she looks. No thick makeup, no fake sorority, no cheerleading. Just Rory, the book-loving genius, like me J. Rory Gilmore’s qualities are something I really would like to have for my spouse. .To me, she is indeed, perfect.

We want Rory!!

Now, after presenting this list, I hope I shed light on what men like me want. We don’t want bimbos or women who just know how to look good, and have absolutely nothing underneath their thick makeup. We also want people who would also make us comfortable. Among these women, there are some of those who I might not feel comfortable with. And those don’t normally go far up the list. Some of them may look good, but are absolutely rubbish underneath. I don’t ask for something much, but I do wish I could have something as pleasant as that. It’s no crime to dream. And dreams drive passion. Passion drives success.

PS: This is subject to pleasant reading. Do not, in fact, create a hullabaloo on this matter…this is something done, on a spontaneous basis, and will not be responsible for any losses or harm caused.

Inspiration From Kenny...

Just had a quick read through my usual sites before I start kicking off to my studies that something totally got me hooked…and somehow I am willing to suffer the wrath of the lecturer tomorrow and write this, for no matter what it takes…I simply must write this…

Talk about timing…I have been struggling with myself trying to blog a teeny weeny post but to no avail.

And this one pops out…and I just couldn’t help but nod my head vigorously like a guy after ecstasy… not that I have had any experience before, mind you…

I went through Kenny Sia’s blog and he had this very very fresh post…those who dunno him, he’s like a household name to bloggers… I mean by in terms of household otaku’s or ppl who just like a piece of fun on the net…anyway, here’s his blog…www.kennysia.com….and go get a good read through before u read whatever I am going to say afterwards…u can do the other way around…like I care…

Kenny wrote…Is it true that girls fall in love with their hearts and guy fall in love with their eyes?

To me, totally…though I must give allocation and set the limits as any good function would…like, Men must be Real… and Men who are in the range of between adolescents and single men in their late 40s… winkwink*…trying to do my revision as well as writing this…lol…

I don’t know whether it’s legal to continue on with someone’s work on the net…but im not really trying to set anything here…it’s just that this occurs to me as something that I felt strongly inclined to write about…so Kenny, if u r not happy with this…or ur some die-hard fan of his and threatens to kill me if I post this on…tell me politely please? I’m happy to comply…anyway…it makes more sense this way…don’t wear a mask and read the warning on youtube ok?

OK…straight to business…

Ask any girl…ok I mean normal, lovesick girls who are waiting for their knight in shining armour… and they’ll tell u that they’d like something in those fairytale stories that their parents read to them when they go to sleep…I used to get read into bed…the same stories…only I don’t remember them… I wonder if my parents read to me WoT or LOTR for my bedtime stories…I wonder what would happen to me? Lol.

Ok girls would just simply tell u things like, nice, loving, caring, mindful, (caring and mindful sounds like AMC’s motto…anyway this one girl’s real suggestions on the guy of her dreams), no need to be handsome, just that he must love me and pamper me and make me live happily ever after!

Next thing you know, the knight in shining armour would be a guy with Mohawks as his helmet plumes, piercings so much that it would make the metal detector in airports ring like hell as his armour…and rides a Ducati 999 as his steed….and he would give you all sorts of signs that you’d swear that it was not nice as he snickers off with the girl that you’ve been waiting for say, ten years?

Btw, they only just met…and you’ve been trying so hard to change from that oily slimy greasy kid, to a well-groomed, well-mannered, loving, caring, gentlemen. And that is all because you thought, you’d fit the bill of that knight in shining armour…
Sounds terrible doesn’t it?

Next thing you’d ask is, what did I do wrong? Didn’t I fit your criteria?

And when you try to profess your undying love to her and say everything that need to be said…and she turn you down with this well-rehearsed verse that I think is written in the manuals of How to Reject A Guy…if there is ever such a kind of book, which I believe might exist…since I came across a book called Why Men Marry Bitches…I read through it…and couldn’t agree more…lol

Ok…she’ll say…You’re a nice guy, so-and-so…but you’re just not my type. I’m sure you’ll find someone suitable for you…thank you for telling me this…we just don’t click…
Sounds familiar? I bet any man that has been shown the door would agree with this mantra…

I think it’s bollocks…

I have a friend here that posts on her blog about the kind of men women want…and it sounds a lot like the Knight in Shining Armour Theory, and personally, I do not believe that any women would follow that guideline of having nice guys as their partners…I mean not willingly, and I’m sure u’ll hear cases where women end up with those guys is mainly when they are recently dumped by their REAL Knight In Shining Piercings…and here are those lapdogs that would happily, no…hyenas that would happily lap up all the leftovers that they’ve left behind…talking about picking up an old sock…that is the real truth underneath,

That nice guys end last.

The thing is, why the hell would girls keep saying that they want nice-guys when they would simply pick up Arth compared to Kenny who like cuddly toys(aww)?
If you like guys with beastly spikes, and rebellious behavior, just say so…nobody’s gonna laugh at you for that…in fact, thank you for telling me that, but I would no way, go pierce myself to look like a tragedy at the earring store just to impress girls…

I believe that there is no crime in speaking out whatever type you actually like instead of having that oh-so-fake goody-two-shoes idea of having sweet nice guys…..it’s pathetic.

This in fact creates a nation of sweet, nice, caring gentlemen who couldn’t get a date at all…while the minority of rebels get to feast like kings on a feastday…I mean on the women, who think with their hearts?

What Kenny said is right…Women think with hearts, but apparently, hearts have no eyes….
I can immediately give several examples about real girls who apparently functions in such manner, and the manner of their ending…I can safely say that the f(x) or output was that neither ended up happily ever after…

About egotistical men, I dunno about this…though being egotistical and sarcastic=attractive…I happen not to find any suitable partners at all…does that mean it has a discriminant? If so…hmm…but House doesn’t occur to me as the handsome type…I might rule out looks…any other ideas? Please lobby it on the comments part…thanks.

Look, I don’t mean to belittle women or be chauvinistic… it’s just very offending and annoying. As I find out with many other men, that women use the same excuse, over and over again. And yet you ask where have all the good men gone?

Well, they’re here, and they’ve all turned out to be the ones that you’ve pushed aside…
So please girls, if you wish to have a wider range of selection of men like what you have for items at Tesco’s, I suggest that you put serious consideration into the type of men you REALLY like…and stop giving us the you’re a nice-guy excuse…if we’re nice, why wouldn’t you pick us?
Coming up next…guys who think with their eyes…lol

In dedication....

Just last Thursday, I received a dreadful news...

Another person has left me...

I didn't know what to do then, neither could i understand the mixture of feelings just because of it happening, at such a short time, and yet not unexpected.

I'd like to dedicate this to my dear friend, and ex-neighbour, Mrs Lee.

Ever since i was a kid, able to walk and move around that small area between my house and my nanny's, which was just a backstreet apart, i would always do so. My parents were not people who would respond to my every whim and fancy, so they hired a nanny to take care of me instead... and from what i heard, i was extremely difficult to attend to, being the noisiest kid in the maternity ward, and crying for every single thing i do at that moment....nobody wouldn't know of my existence... i was particularly 'vocal' with it..lol...

Mrs Lee was the person living opposite my nanny, we were living of the same road of my actual home, but strangely i got to know her just because she was a good friend of my nanny. They would spend the afternoon talking across the street, and well do what a good housewife does, cook, clean, and gossip. It was always at these times where i got the time alone to do all sorts of crazy and stupid things, and end up regretting by getting hurt, like got bitten by a stray dog that i thought was my pet, to getting my leg stuck in the drain because my slipper fell into it, and i tried to reach it with my feet, and now i shrudder thinking that how stupid i was not to realise how deep the drain was...u can go to Taman Pertama to see that drain on Jalan Pertama...it's not the shallow things u see in the new neighbourhoods...it's the real deal.

Now, my childhood memories weren't just her talking to my nanny, she would appear in me and my sister's birthdays to join in the celebration... it was never a big affair, just a bunch of people gorging on fast food and fried stuff, cutting the cake and talk. I remember so clearly of her being that cheery, positive and friendly person that goes along with the crowd...and my parents knew her and her husband quite well, as i found out much later on. She was, a part of my childhood, and played a major part in its metamorphisis...

Mrs Lee was a teacher teaching in TCS...which was just a short drive from our neighbourhood. It was a school famous for their choir team, as i found out two years ago. I never knew what she taught in school, i think it was maths, or science, but i can feel that english might've been likelier... i may never know...

She never taught me academically, but had a major impact on my being. It was a stagnant time in my life, and i had nothing going well, being average in class, complained by teachers, being very difficult to handle. My sister and i had just given up several things, like computer lessons and playing the piano, the latter in my opinion being the worst decision in my life, so far. We had nothing to do, and had only the telly and the Playstation to immerse ourselves in it. It was a wasted childhood. What she did was reccommend a book, a book that made me rekindle my long lost relationship with literature.

My mother claimed she read to us during bedtime in our younger years, and it was that that made us very well-read. I never felt a stronger connection until my sister agreed to get the book and start reading it. When she got to the 3rd book, i started doing the same.

That book, was Harry Potter And the Prisoner Of Azkaban.

I still maintain until now that, that was my favourite book amongst the whole series. J.K Rowling wrote brilliantly for the 1st four books, and then when everything went skyrocketing, as well was her swelling ego, the book fell flat. I hated the 5th book. And i really am appalled by the last one. I was one of those who read before the whole Pottermania, and did not pin Daniel Radcliffe as a poster boy on my wall, though i would happily put Emma Watson on mine...lol

I went from book to book, including reading books like Roald Dahl that was given to me for my birthday, long forgotten. I just couldn't stop reading from then on. It wasn't a breeze as everyone think it is, i had rough patches and times where i would rather throw away and go watch the telly, it takes time, and the willingness to follow the storyline and the guidance of the writer. Bad writers write bluntly and gives you nothing to imagine in you own mind. The good ones usually write discreetly, and leaves a large room for our imagination. I went from small short stories of the Bookworm series, to tackle the LOTR, which was almost a thousand pages to read.

My sister's reading habits declined as time went. She would rather stick to magazines from England like Smash and TOTP(Top of The Pops), while i was guided my Mrs Lee, to tackle different books instead.

She gave me a book, called Legend Of Huma, which was one of the Dragonlance Series written by Richard A. Knaak, and i was hooked on it. It told of a young knight in a fictional land that had very heavy burden's to carry, come to think of it, was a grand display of medieval chivalry. He was of the lowest Knight Of The Crown, and yet at his young age, did more and thought wiser compared to older Knights of more higher orders, at the Oath and Measure's darkest hour. He did sacrifice himself in the end, and he did it well enough. It was the Knight's quote that srtuck me. Est Sularis Oth Mithas, my honour is my life. It became a good measure to follow, in my younger days at school, and i would believe that is where they started comparing me and the greater divine, much to my despair...

There were plenty of books to quote, like Brian Jacques, with the rather adoreable Red Wall rats, to Robert Jordan's Wheel Of Time...I hadn't the time to write one to Mr. Jordan as well, who left just recently as well. Many of the readers, like me and yann shern, was frustrated by the overstreched series, preferring some series, like the Eight and Tenth book, to be described more simply, than being overelaborated. Maybe he had too many major characters, or thinks those parts were important in telling the story...we may never know the ending, as the last book was never published. It is a great pity. And a dismay to people like me, who understand and take Rand, Mat and Perrin as people close to our hearts. Duty heavier than mountains, Death lighter than a feather. We could end it all in a stroke, but what we leave behind, matters more than ourselves...

I've learned more from these books than from people like teachers, parents, and friends would ever teach me. And i owe it to one person who helped me see the bright side in lifting a book to be called nerdy, and the gift of knowledge that it comes within. In fact, my short-sightedness was due to reading under poor lighting, explaining the intensity of LOTR when i read it...it was a tough book to read, but anyhow worthwhile when everything comes to my senses, it was never easy to understand, until you read the whole thing, i mean, everything. Ask anyone who reads it, and you'll knonw that unless you read everything, you wouldn't understand anything in LOTR...

I've gotten too far from Mrs Lee, but i couldn't refrain my enthusiasm of reading, and describe anything my mind comes across. People often wonder and ask why i do well in certain subjects, and become somehow envious of it. It comes with hard work, and the willingness to put away pride and accept being taught. I recall a friend who scorned my Living Skills teacher who tried to teach us sewing, saying it was girls stuff, and girls are supposed to know this exclusively. I would've been that person, but i understand and accept that any knowledge given would somehow aid me in the future, and it doesn't matter what is it, even from the most mundane task. Now, i fold clothes better, faster than my mother ever did, because i was willing to learn how to do it, on work. Being good, comes with a price. You won't get it unless you earn it. Willingly.

I owe a lot to Mrs Lee, she never taught me that much stuff, but her books did. She saved me a lot when she borrowed books to me, and the most recent one was the Knife Of Dreams by RJ, and it was of the 1st edition, costing more than two of the normal ones. I still keep three of the books she borrowed me, as Mr. Lee lets me keep it, as a gift. It is a mighty gift. I don't know how much i could thank them for what they gave me.

This too, also incurs a worrying situation, where i worry something wrong would happen to my loved ones when i'm not around. She succumbed to the cancer so suddenly and, painfully that i heard she couldn't eat of drink well in her dying days. Worse was when she wouldn't want us to visit her, and secluded herself from public. I wish i was there to see her, alive and well. Now, all i saw was a body in a casket, segregated my a thin wall of glass, sleeping serenely, not able to listen to how thankful i am to her.

What worries me now is of those who are living. How many more would leave me when im not around? Who are they, and would i meet them before the end, and let them know how much i care for them? My friends, in particular, are those i dread to watch, as it signals my decline to old age, anything sooner comes as an even bigger impact on me. No one deserves to leave before their life is fulfilled. No one. I even worry about her, as i rather not see her name appear on the deceased list of people, hurt beyond belief moments before death, no matter how much pain she has done to me. I rather see her alive, happy and well. I ask nothing more than that.

I'm afraid of death. And i fear more of those who leave before me. Nothing can stop it. But we can do our best and live life to its fullest beforehand, and not regret in the end.

I pray what i do now woulnd't make me pay in the future. And i pray for every aquaintance's safety and well-being. I now cherish more of people than i ever did before. I hope to see everyone again.

Rest In Peace, Mrs. Lee.