su-lin insists there are no goodlooking asian men around. this is obviously rot, because whenever i walk by a tv i see heaps of them strutting about. (i'm trying to learn to watch tv again. except i never know when anything is on, and since anything that i want to watch is at 1am and the tv is in my parents' room, i don't end up watching very much.) su-lin is attempting to get in touch with her so-called asian roots; her methods apparently include listening to chinese pop that the rest of us listened to 10 years ago and trying to ask me if any of them are (were) cute. (and she asked who lin zhixuan is. dammit!) i got cindy in on my side, but now cindy and i have ended up discussing cute singers from when we were 14. sigh. i told cindy that wo men lao le. she came back with "nu ren lao le bi jiao you yun wei". hahah! we're being ah-q! (now for the impending days of wrinkles and general sagginess, etc!) i can't remember how su-lin and i got onto colin firth, who i quite like but do not think is hot, whatever su-lin threatens to do to me. she says i need to rediscover my angmoh roots via movies, but roots are very troublesome if they include watching colin firth walking about in wet clothes. the trouble is, i can't name any goodlooking men to counter her. most of the men i think are hot are characters in books, with a few writers on the side. when i am free i shall make a list of all the literary men i've ever adored. which will include a lot of unlikely people, like bazarov from turgenev's fathers and sons. which probably means i will do it now, since i'm free all the time. alright i go.