Sunday, September 18, 2005

group shinger

Alfonso Cuaron's y tu mama tambien does magic.

Threesome was never one of my sexual fantasies.


But as I watched Y Tu Mama Tambien for the second time last Thursday night, I think the whole idea is negotiable. hihihi. But I'd prefer two gorgeous men and of course the goddess yours truly. I have one specific guy in mind and Im still in search for the other one. Hah! Thank God our imagination is free. If only it's not hilarious if I say that Gael Garcia Bernal and Diego Luna are quite feasible, I would only do threesome with them and no one else. Heaven's mouth? Heaven, Hell, Earth and Purgatory's Mouth.

It was a damn cold night. My two other roomies were all crouched in our own beds as we watched the movie with lights off. It was raining hard and it was really cold. Literally. The scenes were ohhhhh, indescribable? let's say heaven's mouth na lang. It's a give a way if I say what we did after watching it. Just imagine the ambiance. The next thing we knew, we were perspiring?

Kanya - kanya


(with apologies to my roomies, just can't help but share)

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sem end sem end (this is what you call useless ranting)

Blokeee.

I can't think of anything. Ironic, especially since all of us are thinking a lot of things every day. What I'm trying to say is that I can't think of anything relevant to write about.

I missed our alumni homecoming party last night. But I can congratulate myself because I said "No". I said no into joining Rep (when God knows Im dying to be with them especially last night's party hopping) and chose to be with my "Feminist and Postmodernist" readings. (sigh)

Anyway, there, I was home alone hitting my books. No time for shinger because as all students (UP students esp) know it's the end of the sem and everyone's into cramming and catching up. And I think everyone will agree when I say that there was not a time through out the whole semester that I, we felt relaxed because every single day felt like hell days. True. It's strange when all of a sudden by the end of September everyone's trying to catch up and cram when all through out the sem we crammed. Million sighs.

So we come to the jest because it's practically useless ranting. I hope I'll go home this sembreak satisfied with my academic performance.

BLOOOG!

The above statement never happened to me for the past two years in college.