Saturday, July 01, 2006

the only time in 4 years i can probably ogle liberally at half-naked men and not get my eyes dig out or stabbed at with ornamental forks like kassim slamat by im.

i am not gonna pretend i follow soccer, world cup or not. i m a complete dork when it comes to sports and i m not ashamed to admit that. i cant for the life of me tell the difference between a midfielder and a defender or a striker (is there such a term? i think so), though the referee and the goalie- these two i admit, i know which is which.

i m those kind who would jump up and cheer or shout 'referee kayu' on cue, but only because i would feel very left out if i were to tend to my fingernails when others are jumping themselves silly over 12 men running after a darn ball. yes, even if the concept itself seem ridiculous, i refuse to make myself feel left out.

the only 1 thing i would watch soccer for is the guys... those testerone-filled males. those sticky, smelly and sweaty alpha males kind. the kind who dun pluck their eyebrows like togel chickens and dun insist on being called the new-age-sensitive-guy or the metrosexual or any other such monikers that essentially spell G-A-Y in big, happy, flashing neon pink caplocks. yes, those kind who do actually have balls (no pun intended).

in fact, the one and only snippet that i got of world cup was when i was having my big breakfast at mac and they were showing a rerun of japan vs some country. the only reason my eyes were glued on the screen with drool dribbling off my mouth (and its not cos of the food) was because of these tanned asian players. japanese soccer players good-looking, no? very handsome, no? yes, definitely. and i know these arent by far the best of the lot. i bet the italians are good-looking too. just like italian bikes. but i wouldnt know cos i dun watch soccer.

which brings me to the topic of superman. now, dun you think the new superman actor bears a striking resemblance to christopher reeves? nevermind that he wears his spandex on the outside. if we can just ignore for a minute that little anomaly of apparent idiocy, i think superman is the superhero of all superheroes. he is the classic superhero. he is the alpha male. he is tarzan with red cape and perfect diction. if you ask me to think of a superhero, i would mouth off 'superman'. not batman, not spiderman, and as much as i love chocolate, definitely not willy wonka.

and of all the words in the dictionary that i can use to describe superman, it would have to be just the old-fashioned word: handsome. not perfect, nor muscular, nor gorgeous, nor sexy. just plainly handsome.
very man.

and because of that, i am (and we all are) very thankful that the original actor cast to play superman does not materialise after all. or we would all be seeing nicholas cage splayed out in posters donning tight blue top (which he would try hard to fill out), a red cape and equally red spandex. i mean, god helps us when that happens.

with all due respect, nicholas cage is a good actor. but i always associate mr cage with a mental picture of him in a singlet running away from a burning plane with hair a-flying and a five o'clock shadow which has overstayed its welcome.
and thats just not superman, you know. thats con-air.

which brings me to end this post, with my fav pin-up. the not-so-recent face of dunhill. you can see one as-big-as-your-ass poster of him at ngee ann city.

jude law.

http://www.dunhill.com/japan/judelaw/index_jp.html
if sultan melaka needs 7 buckets of tears as part of his syarat hantaran (dowry) to puteri gunung ledang (loosely translated: the princess of mt ophir), i bet us fairer lot could easily fill up 7 perigi-full of drool, ogling at this guy.

lets drool collectively now.

ps: i think this is a pms-driven post...

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