I watched transformers with the girls a few nights ago, and boy, is shia labeouf gawwwjus or what!! I reckon if i could get a dollar every time i felt this ‘fiery’ sensation whenever i think of him, i'll probably retired before the third installation of transformers, suffered multiple second-degree burn and would smell very much like a toast. A good toast, that is, not those soggy, stale toast mum forced down my throat every morning when i was in school. Yuck! *shivering* I could still taste it after all this years. Which, if i daresay, explains why i can't be blame for my years of painkiller addiction and weekly therapy session, for i have a solid reasoning for doing so. Bad toast makes you a whacked job. Haha.
Anyhow, as i was saying, shia labeouf is simply gawwwjus! God, i don't think they make homosapiens as fine as him anymore, chimpanzee maybe but surely not humans. We're unfortunate in that sense. We should be saving our gene pool and not those lovely pink dolphins, wild eyes tibetan monkey and playful siberian tigers. They can wait for their turn. What’s more concerning is that our world is painfully lacking of good-looking guys (maybe girls too but hey, in all honesty, they does not concern me as much...sorry lilmissmei, i didn't mean you. You're different. You're not like those girls. You're eternally beautiful as always and only one of you is, well, ENOUGH) Oh. Oh. And i just want to say, i think i have selective blood scared. I'm not terrify when it comes to blood donation, cuts and bruises, but the slightest sight of head bursting, knuckles popping and flesh ripping blood flow would send me straight to the floor, gallivanting with death. I guess I’m one of those who have a problem with ugly blood. Wait. What am i saying here? God, i sure am in a babbling mood today. Yapping away, almost forgetting why i'm writing this post. Shitezaaa! Am i turning into a yenta?!! Next thing i know, i'll be hitting thirty, with an eating binge whenever i get depressed and still living with my ma...wait a minute, did i just predict my future in the clearest fashionable way possible? No. Nah. I couldn’t be. I need a crystal ball to do that. While all i have is just a bald spot on my knee from my little stunt with the epilator and that could hardly pass up as a crystal ball even if i squint my eyes the smallest it could allow me.
Anyway, nonsense rambling aside, the whole transformers experience left me feeling a tad insecure somehow. I mean i doubt i’ll be able to fit into shia’s shoes or any superhero's shoes, for that matter, if given the chance to. I just don’t trust myself with the whole saving-the-world-before-bedtime-routine. I'll be freaking out half the time just thinking about the pressure i'll be shouldering. And to be completely frank, i can't run, jump, kick, punch, crawl and fight for the life of me. I'm useless like that. And i blame it all to my standard two p.e teacher for molding me into this lethargic jelly that i am. You don't teach hockey to a scrawny eight years old when the freaking hockey stick is taller than him, and not expect him to freaked out like a pansy and never sweat again. She effing ruin sports for me entirely.
*Sob* *Sob* So, run along now and let me be with my unheroic self. Oh, and before you go, hand me that bottle of whisky. I'll drown myself while i'm at it.
Goodnight and goodbye fellow bloggies.
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