Monday, June 26, 2006 @6/26/2006 07:17:00 pm
ah yes, the overly gross out incident of mel in the pool.
we were in this pool at our hotel in pd when all of a sudden mel starts rubbing of her daki. IN THE GOD DAMN FREAKIN POOL.
owh you know daki, the one that even johnny depp would have. The layer of dead skin, dirt and all. The blackish eraser dirt look-a-like?
"mel are you rubbing your daki??"
*still scrubbing her daki"
"OMG MEL ARE YOU RUBBING YOUR DAKI???!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"MMMEEEELL!!!"
*everyone swimming away frantically from mel*
but that's not so bad...
right after the water polo game, mel had said
"i pissed in the pool!!"
0.o
" 3 times!!" <-- insert extremely pleased tone here
" GAAAAAAAAAHH!!!"
owh gawd. we were swimming in mel's piss.
heck, we're covered from head to toe in mel's piss.
hell, i know some of us must have drank mel's piss.
BLOODY HELL.
thats like bathing in essence of mel.
perhaps pissing in the pool to mel is like water play?
one of her kinks yes?
BUT I'M NOT SWIMMING WITH HER ANYMORE.
EVER.
gah.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006 @6/14/2006 10:23:00 pm
There are many things in this world that bear a pleasant scent. For example; chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven, chamomile tea...and the scent of rain.
Sometimes these scents bring back memories, like vanilla when you kiss, weddings always smell like roses, and aunt Mildred who died few years back always reminded you of strawberries because she was rather fond of her strawberry jam even if it tasted odd.
Some scents are..not quite pleasant really. The salty fishy smell of the ocean, the rather pungent smell of the morning market, the musky scent of your mothers 20 year old perfume.
And in between there is an entire kaleidoscope of scents, neither here nor there but just right.Theo is happily wallowing in one of his favourites, and the fact it's simply not possible if he's in bed doesn't even filter in his awareness. But one must take into account that Theo had been rather pissed drunk from the party the night before. In fact, when Theo began his exploration with this particular favourite, he was too asleep to be hit by the hangover from hell or even notice his bed partner had front bits like his.
But of course his bed partner does.
"Theo, you absolutely must remove your face from my underarm" says a voice that is sleep-rough and very sexy, but not nearly as sexy as the scent in which Theo is currently wallowing.
"
uurgh...fucking hangover.....mmpphhmm"
"oh bloody hell" and the lovely scent was removed.
Theo had always been rather fascinated with the manly musky smell of sweat. It was sexy, girls find it sexy, and it made him feel all dominant and manly. So when that lovely scent was removed, Theo was prepared to throw the hissy fit from hell.
He scowled and shrieked:
" GAH!!!!!"
@6/14/2006 07:18:00 pm
i have a new stats lecturer today who's a punjab.
the old lecturer left for 'greener pastures' though no one, not even our maths lecturer knows for sure what the heck it means..
it could be either
a) she was getting married (we all thought she was already married with kids. major oops there)
b) she got a better offer somewhere else.
c) she's getting her Ph.D???
d) she must have been bloody pissed with us asking for more than 15 mins break
pori: EHHH!! turban lar!
nearly blurted that went i entered the class. hehe. i think he would have thrown the marker at me...
so we're stuck with a new stats lecturer who wears a not-quite-spiffy turban.
bloody hell, the turban was rather distracting..looks like a huge black croissant on his head...
mr jas: maybe i should talk about myself. all of you seems a little tense...something or other about the population and the sample.. *turbans moves accordingly like any turban would*
pori: whoa...turban..
everyone had this eh!turban look on their faces during the first part of the lecture..but it could have been the too-early-in-the-morning look or even the enter-left-ear-exit-right-ear look.
mr jas: bla! something about students staring at me apprehensively..
pori:*looks around* nopes. it's definitely the eh turban look sir.
mr jas ate all the numbers and he's spitting words at us. we never knew stats had so much words before...where'd all the bloody numbers go.
not that i actually have anything against turbans. they are spiffy in their little croisant-ish way.
it's just eh!turban.seriously.
how often do you actually see one?? everyday and everywhere(ohk, not really everywhere) you see black heads, white heads, gray heads, artificial blonds and red heads, bald heads, receding hairline heads, occasionally multi coloured dunkin donuts heads.
heck, you would stop and stare if a penguin was standing in front of your door.
or waddling towards you.
yes, waddling towards you with a (insert weapon of choice)
this is going to be a very long eh!turban sem.