I’m helplessly infatuated

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Ya, I know. I might as well re-name my blog as “Die Hard Wentworth Miller Fan Site”.

Now I’m not just in love with his brains…

I’m in love with Michael Scofield.

I’ve always got this things for brains, and he have a lot of that.

In fact, I’m so head over heels with him that I fall in love with Wentworth Miller too.

God, he’s like the sexiest men ever.

(I know I sound like a stupid no-brainer bimbo. But who cares about anything else when they’ve got this –>     to stare at for the whole day)

That, and these…

Oh God, I can literally do nothing & just look at these picture the whole day. And people say we need food to live.

I’ll be 90

I’ll be 90 and still thinks like a child.

I’ll still watch anime and manga and comics and like ‘em.

I’ll still not wash my underwear by hand. In fact, I’ll still mix the white clothes with the rest of the clothes. Or rather, I’ll still mix everything in the washing machine, socks and all.

I’ll still be lazy, super lazy. Or lazier than I am now, if that’s possible.

I’ll still be afraid of driving. Or making mistake. Or not being up to other’s expectation.

I’ll still never go to 20 countries/places around the world…

OK, I seriously does not want the last one to happen. In fact, I want to raise the number of places to 50. Yeah, that sounds good. To go to at least 50 places in the world before I’m 90.

I’ll be 90 and still not own my own apartment.

I’d rather not have a house/condo/apartment than not trekking the globe. I’ll be very sorry for myself if at 90 I’m staying at this big, posh condo of my own but had never been anywhere except inside it.

Yeah, I’ll be a very well travelled 90 yr old wit a posh house to boot. The walls will be filled with my photos taken at all the places in the world. Then I can lazy around reading my fav manga while waiting for my cloth to wash in the washing machine.

That’s if I’ll be 90.