Mmm, mmm... Good!

I can't stop fantasizing thinking about Shia LaBeouf after watching Transformers. I've liked him before but now it's turning into what happened right after I watched Jason Mraz live. On a totally random note, I think LaBeouf and Mraz kinda look alike. Hmm... Maybe that's why!

With my daily reading of perezhilton.com, LaBeouf does sound like some sort of LaDouche. But who am I to judge? It's not like I know him personally. But the fact that he had seen his mom naked before and thinks she's the sexiest woman alive and witnessed his parents do the nasty does sound kinda effed up. Hence the douchery and future trips to rehab, psychiatric office and what not.

He's mentioned before that his manly bits ain't well-endowed. Judging from this picture, I think it's not too bad. I'd still hit it. But who knows if they did what underwear ad models do *stuff padding* cough cough *to look stiff*


tonight tonight



I'm ready to be blown away. For those "film critics" who think this movie is bad, perhaps you should've spent your precious RM10 and 2.5 hours watching The Queen or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button instead. It ain't a movie with much depth, but who cares? Everyone's happy as long as the effects are awesome and Megan Fox is given so much screen time prancing around in her tighties. The movie is gonna be all about her and I ain't complaining. She brings out the wolf in every dick and butch in every pussy.

Take my jacket off

I'm trying to figure out how I can make myself sit up straight and slowly pen down my thoughts.

I can't.

Lately I've been getting only half the amount of sleep my body really needs. I'm don't even need to blame it on the new job. Today's the end of my third week and it's still fine. But these few weeks has been kinda hectic. Two close friends are getting married in July, (well, one's already married but having her big fat Indian wedding back home in Malaysia) and helping to plan stuff for the brides has made it seem like I have faux happening social life. There's always somewhere to rush off to and something to be done after work. Thank goodness I get off work at 5pm. No thanks that my workplace is so far from everywhere else. I'm not complaining, nor blaming the brides. They're awesome friends. I just couldn't imagine what it would be like if I was the one getting married. How can you plan for a million things to happen at the same time, as per the way you wanted it? There you go, the perfectionist in me bursting with rage.

Luckily there's always helpful friends around. First hen's night will be later in the evening. Can't wait to meet up with my girls. I've already got a hot dress on underneath my bulky jacket. Can't blame me for covering up. The air-conditioning's a bitch and I can't risk looking indecent in front of young kids.

Second one is happening next week. Wouldn't really call that a hen's night. Bridal shower would sound more appropriate. Lotsa nice, relaxing moments when us girls get beautified with manicures, pedicures and rubbed down with massages. Bliss. I hope the manicure can stay decent enough at least till the first wedding dinner. Their wedding ceremonies are the other way round. I don't think I'm ladylike enough to keep the nails looking nice till the big fat Indian wedding.

For now, I'll just enjoy one celebration at a time.

Second thoughts on my dream men














Oh me oh my, I know I've said in the past that I didn't care that this man is 20 years older than I am. But now I have to eat my own words. He's definitely not aging gracefully. I mean, he has a LOT of money in his bank account. Why not do something about the face and hairline? It doesn't have to be botox, just something! Anything!!

















I'm by no means trying to sound homophobic. I'm just saying that my chances are much bigger if only Darren Hayes was interested in screwing pussies.

















Oh Hugh, you know I'm totally dreaming that you're, erm... huge. So why the hell are you giving it to this ol' granma? I'm positively sure I'm 100x hotter than her. You gotta try me to believe me. Bring it on, huge Hugh