ding dong ting.
(Monday, April 03, 2006)
don't fuck with me.
indeed.
i've got some rotten fever a little here. blocked nose over there. migrain right on top to secure a stay at home. off work. a perfect excuse to skip the nonsense thingamajig in the office. whatever it is, or might be, they can fuck off, go to the nearest bar and settle their deals. i don't fucking care. but here i am at the office, trying to get my bearing inclined (at least proportionally), with the real world. my brain currently suffering from hangover malfunction. everything that i needed to know last week comes back to bloat my brain non-chalantly. superb.
but whining wouldn't go the world any good. it makes one sadistic, impertinent and utmost boring to be with. whiny whores are the supreme winning label of i-is-useless. still we love them as passionately. what a bummer.
because of the creation of my laggy thoughts, i will pay tribute to the academy awards now to celebrate the success of movies (both bad or good) that has never-endingly proposed inspiration and showers us with enchantment we dare not dream about and to simply educate us of life, of honour, of dreams and of miracles. they are like the shining stars that lingers in our dark sky. in the words that settles for less confusion, i'll talk about movies, period. not exactly those in the award winning chapel like gay cowboys, or '
you-jump-i-jump-i-mean-do-i-really-need-to-dammit?'. too many has unintendingly yet kindly gestured for them. take a deep breath, for today is about movies that make you (i mean me actually) horny as hell. simply the type that makes you want to call your spouse home for a little ficky fick or just go to the toilet and do a little something something.
requiem for a dream. think drugs. think young jeniffer connelly, very young. actually, in my very humble opinion it was the ending scene that made the movie. where connelly had to go for a girl-girl show in front of a myriad men; all due to the lack in her medication prescription.
carigula. oh for fuck's sake, this is a ambigious hardcore porn movie made by penthouse with a notion to explain roman emperor, carigula's deep affection for malicious pain and torment. there's probably 20,000 naked women to circulate the completion of the movie. and a few men too. here and there. if you pay enough attention.
wild things. denise richards? the goodie two-shoes in starship troopers evolved into a nymph out of the blue. this was the movie that inspired 3-some sex, you know.
closer. what's the big deal about natalie portman giving clive owen a lap dance? she didn't take anything off. but all blokes love it still. probably the most skin you can get from natalie portman ever. unless tomorrow all her houses burns down simultaneously and all her bank account evaporated. i doubt that would ever ever happen.
eyes wide shut. this movie instantly made itself a hit after the trailer was release. when there's brief nudity in the trailer, there's isn't really much chance that this movie will go wrong. and it didn't. nahhh-ahhh. not at all. God bless stanley kubrick. he made the movie a whole lot better than it should be.
american pie. this classic piece is just IT. but it really don't make people horny. just funny as hell.
i guess that's about it, and no, i have not watch basic instinct. and i do know that sharon stone is the shit too. what's the big deal, it's ONLY sharon stone.
