Blank Thoughts

I watched Crossroads last night, reminiscing the better days of Britney Spears. It wasn't too good of reminiscing though. I remember cringing, wincing, and convulsing ultimately as the show goes on with non-stop commercials. I couldn't tear myself away from the tube no matter how turnoff the show was. Weird. It is like some warped connection in me - the more I should have moved away to stop disgusting myself, the more I want to stay put and see how bad it could get. It's a sort of an amusement. It's sad, that I spent my Saturday night raising my goosebumps for a good one and a half hour.

There were bouts of screams and yelps too, with "Oh my god" (because the show meant to say that she was a singer, and a good one to add. And singing her *pause* (and N'Sync's) songs for promotion. And she sounds awfully nasal.) punctuated every now and then through the show. It was really quite fun actually. Nacho Libre was a goddamn lousy low-budget show, but it surely didn't illicit such feelings from its viewers.

It's quite sad actually, to see Britney-then and comparing her to Britney-now. She wasn't really that hot in the movie, but at least, she's not in "perpetual pighood". Look at her now... (dismal)

Oh my. She serves as a reminder to me to upkeep my looks even when I become a mother. It's really quite sad to see the big slide. She used to be hot and a sex siren, for goodness sake. Actually... it wouldn't be as bad, if she just donned a T-shirt and jeans on her fugly days.

I wonder when is she going to clean up.