Fan-girling all over.

I just wanna tell all of you that...

I LOVE JENNIFER ANISTON.

I REALLY REALLY REALLY LOVE HER.

I want to ask her how she did it all. Ask her if she thinks I should get lypo... or a boob job, or butt implants. And ask her if John Mayer thought her Body is a Wonderland... or if she could ever get over Brad Pitt. Ask her if her heart still breaks or if her breath gets caught when she see pictures of Brad and Angie pushing their zoo of kids... Ask her if she keeps a hate-box or maybe a memory box of stuff from her Pitt days... Or did she just throw it all out.

Ask her if she ever cried to sleep... or is Gerard Butler there now to kiss away all her tears. Most of all, i'd ask her to please have an honest conversation with me. I'd never leak her secrets out, I mean, I LOVE THAT WOMAN!

Imagine if she shared with me her worst regret... like, was it not wanting to have kids with Brad? Or maybe she had a secret abortion because she can't bear bringing kids into this polluted, tired world! And what kind of hotdogs she likes (i mean, did she stick to being a vegan?)...

I sound like a nutcase. But yeah, I wonder, most of all... if she's frozen inside.

Maybe some things are better off frozen... don't you think? Like ice-cream. And yes, i think frozen yoghurt's good too. And ice won't be ice if the water's not frozen either.

Altered

My blog entries, a year ago are a far cry from the more recent ones.

I need to have an attitude makeover, I swear. I'm like, a jaded loser.

I actually used to sound chirpy, when not sarcastic, or lamenting
about something or other.

Nowadays, I tend to sound about as dead as the cicak my mom just
sprayed to the ground and hit with my dad's timberlands. Filthy
amphibian (or reptile? ah whatever).

And I don't know why I keep lying to everyone about how happy I am,
not having to deal with any sorta romantic entanglements. I think the
more I say it out loud, the stronger I believe in my own made up lies.

I'm certain that I feel adequate enough on my own though. Hmmm

Must be the sappy Xmas movies on tv, brainwashing me, advocating
togetherness and cliched romance, kissing under mistletoe and all that.

Before I fall asleep tonight, I'll be imagining myself yet
again, on a plane ride to nowhere. The notion of sitting on the plane,
wrapped in a blanket and looking out the tiny window, staring into the
grey clouds comfort me, to no end. I don't like bright skies. They
bring false hope of picnics, butterflies and warm sunshine.

Suspended in the stratosphere, however...brings you this sense of hopelessness
that i relish. Nothing can get any worse, can it?

Sent from my iPod, Lola Smokah

Making sense.

I can't see any good happening.

If there is no such thing as coincidences, that leaves me
to conclude that there must be too many people on earth and He got a
teeny bit annoyed up there, orchestrating His subjects.

I'm a good example of bad casting, in God's grand production. No
grudges held against You, rest assured. I am not that brave, nor strong.

What can I say? My role...here, is to take up and play all the wrong
roles. That makes me the right kind of wrong.

You, you're just wrong.

Sent from my iPod, Lola Smokah

Blue Shoes.

Don't feel like walking strong,
Shufflin' along on my way home.
Trudgin' down that shopping street,
Where we used to meet.
But I ain't buying.
I'm wearing my blue shoes and crying.

My wordy blog needs a jolt.

My legendary moma! Note the resemblance?

We're cold, we're bold and our sharp chins are cleverly used as weapons, our straight teeth to trap you real good. HAHAHA.

Broccolee burger at KFC!

...so figured some pictures would liven it up a bit? My Broccolee layu already. Feeling lazy to type much. So that wraps it up. I actually have lots and lots of pictures of food... and animals. Wild animals. Some other time then.

Lucky i'm not.

I know perfectly well, just how lucky I am.

But it doesn't mean that I'm happy. Honestly, sometimes I feel like... expired coleslaw.

Thailand sucked.

Know what's the most ridiculous part about Thailand?

I CAN'T FIT INTO ANY OF THE JEANS THERE. Levis, for instance, carry up till a 31. And yes, I know that 31 is rather huge here. And I wear a 28 (omg i cannot believe i'm shamelessly sharing my jean-size... but who cares, you all know I'll never be small) but apparently over there, their size 31 is like a 27!!! And that is their largest. I can't even get it past my ginormous baby-bearing but very flat hips.

I swear by the time i visited the 7th store, I wanted to shove SAWADEEKAH up their fucking tiny asses.

Just kill me now. I'm like a Big Mac in Thailand. And the rest of them are like the mini, improvised chicken nuggets that you get here (yes, i swear mackers cut down the portion of my fav nuggets)

Best part ever? I gained 2kg, cause I was overly depressed. See, I could only fit food into me. And food's the only thing that fit me over there.

Spectacles

I finally settled on a pair of specs, after hunting for 3 days. Ever since I read/saw esqar's holiday pictures... I was very inspired by her friend (mewmew). Cause she had the most fitting pair of specs for her face (very cantik okayyy, her with specs)! I never saw anyone look soo good in specs, to the point where I was actually moved (or possessed, rather) to go out and hunt for one.

Suddenly, I needed to get THE SPECS. If i cant meet THE ONE then i'll get THE SOMETHING else that can be... attained easily, on so many levels -.-

I look the same in any kinda specs. So it's quite difficult.

Hmm. I'm rambling on, aren't I? Ok la. I think I'm gonna go check out the Singapore flyer now, with the family. Sigh? Going out with my family makes me feel weird. Like I'm under surveillance and interrogation? And I'm really not sure what we will be talking about... What can we talk about? Nevermind. There's poppye's mashed potatoes I can have laterrr!

Sent from my iPod, Lola Smokah