The first step to overcoming your problem is to admit you have a problem. So, here I go.
I admit I am powerless over my obsession--that my life has become unmanageable.
There.
I admit, I am totally, completely, utterly, wholeheartedly, undoubtedly, obsessed with the Jolie-Pitts.
Sad, but I am. Oh, how I am.
I crave everything there is to know about them and their kids. I love reading about Mad, Z and Shi. Especially Shiloh. Lord, worlds most perfect baby, ever. Ever.
I think these are the most perfect family ever, despite they look like a Benneton ad.
I know more than I care to know about them.
I think Brad and Angie can do no wrong.
I have always love their movies, all of them, and I have to admit, this might be an early sign of this illness.
I can never have enough of them. God, gimme more, gimme more.
And even though I love Brad since 1990, I cant be happier that he's with Angie. And that they made Shiloh. Cutest baby in this universe, have I mention that?
Gah.
See? I need help.
Now, step 2 : Came to believe that a power greater than myself could restore me to sanity.
Right now, Sanity is like a highway stop toilet. You just rather hold it than go in there.
February 27, 2007
February 23, 2007
Closet Mechanics (Jeans)
Skinny Jeans are jeans that
A) require frantic jumping, sweating, grunting and lying down and sucking in your guts to get in to after being laundered.
B) fit you like cling wrap.
C) not suitable for visiting elders.
D) you would bust your nail zipping.
E) make you feel like JLo.
Fat Jeans are jeans that
A) you wear when youre retaining more water than usual.
B) waistline wont cut in you after a big meal.
C) will not show any VPL regardless.
D) wont be caught dead in, in front of your dates.
E) is for weekends.
Super-fat Jeans are jeans that
A) you keep so that you have something to wear when you're painting the walls.
B) is your emergency jeans on those laundry days.
C) you wont be caught dead in. ever.
My Dad's Jeans are jeans that
A) belonged to Dad when he was 27.
My Fat Jeans are now My Skinny Jeans.
My Super Fat Jeans are now My almost-Skinny Jeans.
My Skinny Jeans are at the back of my closet because hope is a wonderfully thing to have.
I can fit into My Dad's Jeans now.
I can faintly hear my body's cry for help everytime I put My Dad's Jeans on. It's saying, "Lard Ass, for fuck's sake, STOP STUFFING YOUR FACE ALREADY!"
*sobs gently into my Strawberry Chocolate Pavlova*
A) require frantic jumping, sweating, grunting and lying down and sucking in your guts to get in to after being laundered.
B) fit you like cling wrap.
C) not suitable for visiting elders.
D) you would bust your nail zipping.
E) make you feel like JLo.
Fat Jeans are jeans that
A) you wear when youre retaining more water than usual.
B) waistline wont cut in you after a big meal.
C) will not show any VPL regardless.
D) wont be caught dead in, in front of your dates.
E) is for weekends.
Super-fat Jeans are jeans that
A) you keep so that you have something to wear when you're painting the walls.
B) is your emergency jeans on those laundry days.
C) you wont be caught dead in. ever.
My Dad's Jeans are jeans that
A) belonged to Dad when he was 27.
My Fat Jeans are now My Skinny Jeans.
My Super Fat Jeans are now My almost-Skinny Jeans.
My Skinny Jeans are at the back of my closet because hope is a wonderfully thing to have.
I can fit into My Dad's Jeans now.
I can faintly hear my body's cry for help everytime I put My Dad's Jeans on. It's saying, "Lard Ass, for fuck's sake, STOP STUFFING YOUR FACE ALREADY!"
*sobs gently into my Strawberry Chocolate Pavlova*
February 21, 2007
Spider Saving
I saved a spider from uncertain death last Saturday.
It was one big-ass, fugly brown spider.
I was in my family's weekend home in Temerloh and the place was chock-full of spiders, because we use it so seldom.
The spider was drowning in the toilet bowl and I took an opened box of toothpaste and helped it up and over the rim.
It scuttered away into the corner and hid behind the pails.
Spiders scare me shitless.
I hate spiders.
It was one big-ass, fugly brown spider.
I was in my family's weekend home in Temerloh and the place was chock-full of spiders, because we use it so seldom.
The spider was drowning in the toilet bowl and I took an opened box of toothpaste and helped it up and over the rim.
It scuttered away into the corner and hid behind the pails.
Spiders scare me shitless.
I hate spiders.
February 14, 2007
bored am I
Visited Country Map
Am I trying to impress people, heck yeah. Are you impressed yet? Hmm? No? Well, I tried.
create your own visited countries map
Am I trying to impress people, heck yeah. Are you impressed yet? Hmm? No? Well, I tried.
create your own visited countries map
February 08, 2007
the man of my dreams broke my heart
hah! you wish.
Am really referring to the last movie I saw, Pathfinder. It stars the object of my desire, Karl Urban (Eomer from LoTR, Reaper from Doom). Usually no force on earth would be able to convince me from not believing that the earth and sun moves around him but I have to say this about the movie though; it blows.
It was bad. It cant help being bad when the Indians (native Americans?) in the movie speaks perfect American English and when the storyline is so cliched and ludicrous to the point of plastic popcorn and when the hero-heroin has absolutely zero chemistry and when the whole casts' acting was so wooden that IKEA called asking their warehouse content back.
Ugh. We (Dhuna, my brother and I) agreed that the only cool part of the movie was the when the Vikings spoke (grunted) Viking. And the bad guy, the Viking leader, yeah, he was cool too. Dhuna urgently urged me to rewatch the first Highlander movie afterwards. The bad guy was in it and he was good there too.
Bottom line, the movie was a big fat waste of moolah. Gimme one good Viking movie I could enjoy, please. Yawn.
Eomer, you wound me baby. I love you and you wound me bad. But I still love you. I had to immediately watch LOTR again to help me forget this sacrilege you made me watch but I forgive you. Because our love babe, its forever. I would always love you.
Oh yes, sometimes I scare myself too.
Am really referring to the last movie I saw, Pathfinder. It stars the object of my desire, Karl Urban (Eomer from LoTR, Reaper from Doom). Usually no force on earth would be able to convince me from not believing that the earth and sun moves around him but I have to say this about the movie though; it blows.
It was bad. It cant help being bad when the Indians (native Americans?) in the movie speaks perfect American English and when the storyline is so cliched and ludicrous to the point of plastic popcorn and when the hero-heroin has absolutely zero chemistry and when the whole casts' acting was so wooden that IKEA called asking their warehouse content back.
Ugh. We (Dhuna, my brother and I) agreed that the only cool part of the movie was the when the Vikings spoke (grunted) Viking. And the bad guy, the Viking leader, yeah, he was cool too. Dhuna urgently urged me to rewatch the first Highlander movie afterwards. The bad guy was in it and he was good there too.
Bottom line, the movie was a big fat waste of moolah. Gimme one good Viking movie I could enjoy, please. Yawn.
Eomer, you wound me baby. I love you and you wound me bad. But I still love you. I had to immediately watch LOTR again to help me forget this sacrilege you made me watch but I forgive you. Because our love babe, its forever. I would always love you.
Oh yes, sometimes I scare myself too.
February 03, 2007
invading japan cut II
places where it hurts
home tomorrow
yawn
lizzam and atie * tough cookie, kids.
- my feet
- my right bicep
- my lips
- my feet
- my feet
- Shinjuku
- Asakusa
- Shibuya
- Roponggi
- Mahami
- Ueno
- Ginza
- Kanda
- Akihabara
- Azabu Juban
- nothing
- subway
- on foot
- thailand
- australian
- austrian
- american
- brazillian
- japanese
home tomorrow
yawn
lizzam and atie * tough cookie, kids.
February 02, 2007
invading japan
update from asakusa japan! my feet hurt (from walking too much) and the weather is sucky (apparently im not made for winter. figures) but otherwise having a ball.
just came back from a whole day excursion in disneyland tokyo and man oh man, am i getting too old for disneylands. who wouldave thunk?
on the plus side, am having a blast figuring tokyo subway system and my boarding house rocks.
another downer is the fact that tokyo is a damn expensive place and im training myself not to convert every single thing i buy else i could never convince myself to pay RM6 for a can of coke. it sounds so much better when you say you only pay 2 yen for it.
tokyo people are absolutely, no-doubt-about-it, seriously, utterly, the most fashionable people to ever walked this planet. i mean seriously, ever-single-fucking-one in this city is a fashion icon in their own right (this is me stretching the definition of the word `fashion'). the could be no one place on earth that has better dressed people unless there`s a place where the denizens are solely brazillian bikini models.
i need to go put my feet up now, catch you guys later. maybe when im in the same timezone
just came back from a whole day excursion in disneyland tokyo and man oh man, am i getting too old for disneylands. who wouldave thunk?
on the plus side, am having a blast figuring tokyo subway system and my boarding house rocks.
another downer is the fact that tokyo is a damn expensive place and im training myself not to convert every single thing i buy else i could never convince myself to pay RM6 for a can of coke. it sounds so much better when you say you only pay 2 yen for it.
tokyo people are absolutely, no-doubt-about-it, seriously, utterly, the most fashionable people to ever walked this planet. i mean seriously, ever-single-fucking-one in this city is a fashion icon in their own right (this is me stretching the definition of the word `fashion'). the could be no one place on earth that has better dressed people unless there`s a place where the denizens are solely brazillian bikini models.
i need to go put my feet up now, catch you guys later. maybe when im in the same timezone
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