HUMPTY-DUMPTY

FREAK.

I just skidded on a rag, and fell onto the floor on my knees and elbows, twisting my right wrist in the process.

CLUMSY.

I decided not to blog tonight.

Cos I can’t blog what I really feel like blogging, and that makes me feel a tad constipated.

Truth hurts?

Yah, they blardy do.

Plus, my lungs are threatening to eject out of my system too.

Why huh? How many times have I had sore throat and relentless cough just this year alone?

Something is wrong with me.

Yah. That gotta be it.

My boobs are swelling.

My back is aching.

My cravings are setting in.

Hurhurhur.

PMS alert.

That’s 2 short posts(pretty cryptic ones too) from me at one go.

Wow. The cow is going to bark or is the dog going to meow?

Anyway, caught Mr and Mrs Smith on Wednesday.

It’s a freaking sensual movie that everyone should watch.

Freak. No.

Those who are sexually deprived of affections should NOT watch.

It’s almost like soft porn.

No, nothing explicit in the movie.

But when Mr Pitt and Miss Jolie appeared on screen together, everything sizzles and you get wet… water droplets on the forehead from the onscreen chemistry.

That’s how strong the charisma the duo eludes.

A definite must-watch, just to see how magnetic they both are.

They belong together.

Someone even mentioned they should get married, before I reminded her Brad is still Mr Aniston.

She responded with a gasp and commented it’s easy to oversee that fact when you see him and Miss Jolie together.

HOT.

I even fancy Brad cos Angelina Jolie brought out the best of him in this show.

Anyway, it’s not that I want to shag Brad Pitt(oh sorry girls, I just don’t see why. I am a Bloom-er), thus the above picture. But, it’s more of I wish I am Angelina Jolie.

Freaking sexy.

I want her looks, her body, her legs. Her compassion for the less fortunate.

How can any guy NOT fall for her?

I would anytime.

And, I am a female.

I would turn lesbian anytime.

For her, only.

Credits: Kenny for the fulfilling my I-wanna-be-Angelina-Jolie fantasy.