Family hotness.

Was watching a movie starring Gustaf Skarsgard. Because he's my brother-in-law. HAHA!

No, he's Alex's brother.

I was expecting him to be as hot as Alex but ehh. He's not even half as hot as their father - Stellan, who's about a quarter less hot than Alex.

He could pass as Sookie's brother in True Blood though, if Ryan Kwanten's ever lost interest in playing Jason.

I still love Alex. No one, I mean, NO ONE can beat him.

Sexiest Man Alive.
Hottest Man Ever Walked The Earth.
Lickable Abs Ever.
Pair Of Eyes To Die For.

Even his hands are sexy! I love him. Seriously, like a 13-years-old crazy over Bieber. Or effing Edward - whatever, either one sucks (haha, this reminds me that Edward has no fangs. He's like, a handicapped vampire. Couldn't imagine how ugly his bite is. Oh wait, he can't bite either. Venom thingy. Bella must've wished she met Eric first.. Aw, you poor girl..) the same.

But at least Alex's worth obsessing over.



I really should sleep. My back hurts like motherfucker. I'm starting to regret this whole working thing.

Maybe I could just marry someone, give birth to 6 kids and stay at home, watching them grow, like a good ol' mother. *snort*

Yep, no thank you.

My first headache in 2011.

Last week, Carey sent me a message to ask if I want to collaborate on a new Fallout story. It's the Courier and Vulpes. I said, why not? Since my story is finished and I've got nothing better to do, might as well give it a try.

Vulpes is one of the antagonists in Fallout: New Vegas and Courier is the savior of the world. Most of the new Fallout fanfic revolves around Boone and Courier but our story, Vulpes and Courier, is somewhat unusual. I was rather nonchalant about it in the beginning, but as soon as I opened my notes, ideas just keep dropping, like an Angel Falls. I think it's swell.. at first.

So I started jotting down the plots. When I've written 40k words for Fallout in a insane speed of merely two days, new ideas for SVM (Southern Vampire Mystery) popped out. Not for one, but for two different stories. Two different universe - one is for Eric as Vampire and one for him as human.

If I don't write it down in my book, get it out from my brain, it will cause a nasty, nasty headache. Seriously. It's just keep pulsing and pulsing, clawing and scratching. Sometimes I think this passion of mine, for writing, became more and more like obsession, which isn't healthy.

Because of the nasty headache, I can barely get out of my bed. Definitely not healthy.

P/s: I'm resting on the bed while watching Alexander Skarsgard's interviews in Swedish, and even raped the replay button. Even though I don't understand a word he's saying, I still think it's sexy. He's sexy. Aww shucks! Love his eyes. I can't help but think all Swedes are beautiful like him. I want to learn Swedish! :(

So long now. I have *coughs* videos of Scandinavian hunk to *coughs* watch. And if, God forbids, I die *coughs* while watching, then I *coughs* died as a *coughs* happy girl. Be sure to *coughs* let him know that *coughs* I died when *coughs* watching him *coughs* smile. :)

God help me, I love Scandinavian guy.

I'm totally distracted, and lost in words. I had actually finished writing my chapter 2, but then when I review it, I decided to write all over again. It happened twice. Why oh why. I have never been this lost.

I think, this is the source of my problem.

Damn Hundtricket! Damn Om Sara! Damn Generation Kill! Damn True Blood!

DAMN ERIC NORTHMAN! Yeah, you heard me, DAMN Alexander Skarsgård!

damn his lips, damn his eyes, damn his hands, damn his stares, damn his smiles, damn his yummy big body!

So God help me, I think I'm deeply, madly, terribly obsessed with a certain Scandinavian guy.

p/s: To anyone who cannot (read: stupid enough to) differentiate between love and obsession, THIS is a true OBSESSION, my dear. Do not, ever, condemn anyone whom loves you for years, claiming that she was just temporarily infatuated, her feeling were merely a crush and you certainly do not assure her that her feeling will just fade with time, which evidently, it fucking hasn't!