Freaking HOT,...still?

oh my god!

Do you remember this? LOL

The days where hair gel and baggy pants were pantheon of coolness. I for one was using the cheap hairgel minus the baggy pants cause the normal, stiff me could not bear to be different from what I was at that time, nerdy, scholar with a big legs to boot. "Gotta keep the image safe and sound, no sharp eyes focused on ya coz it's frightening to be on public eye" Someone who never strike his glance at you will never come to do it then, never, I'll die of hyperventilation from my fearsome stage fright.

And then this....

You can bear to be draped up by invisible cloth in your social circle, the shadows of the population would suffice to shroud the disappearing act you were so famously known for. Yet, I was well known in away. But that's another story.

Jeremy Jordan used to be my wet dream, hmmmm, wondering whether I did jerk off from the sight of him last time? I don't quite remember. That's one of those times where I learn and experience the word 'swoon'. I remember the first time I hear the word, it was coming from the contest winner who comes out with the best in-less-than-20-words lines to describe why they love ... TOMMY PAGE!, another embarrassing-idolatry-ludicrous teenage lust. Upon reading that winning lines I began to spark my interest in word play, gradually slowly, much slower than the slowest of snails, which now, I am proud to say it has gone to the pace of a leopard in my writing propensity hehe.

Anyway, get back to Jeremy Jordan. Freaking smile still turns me on. The wrinkle you see lining the curve of his cheeks when he does that iconic smirky smile, you could just die. Not to mention at the end of the song when he bounces himself on the ring, that was just so annoyingly embarrassingly sexy!!!

OK, why am I bogging myself with a composition about 90's pretty boys? 

Coz I am jealously hating their fame, while I went through life with much ado about my own self-development without the intervention of the world and vice versa, this son of a bitch has affected so many lives like the feeble soul that is me, and now, he is just as old as me, and still doing something cool aka acting in tv, albeit less charming and cute and definitely out of the swooning demographic, whereas I am here writing a blog about him, bitching my soul away just to find an article to write about.

Damn

I wanna stop now