Saturday Night
It was mind-blowing. It was transcendingly heavenly. It was chocolate dipped bliss in Bailey's Irish cream. It melt, it simmered, it boiled. It was lovely, it was unforgettable, it was... beyond words. The recollection sends shudders down my spine.

School For Seduction
Entertaining at times, overall flimsy plot, things happened all too conveniently. Oh yeah i learned something, the ol' cockney accent is only sexy on beautiful people. On the rest, it's just plain annoying. Kelly Brook's italiano ack-cent is really shit. But wow, she's a slimmer, but no less matched in the boobs department, version of Liv Tyler. Ah but Liv's Lips still makes men imagine nibbling on them and inspires women to shoot up the botox .

Before Sunset
Absolutely phenomenal. I was enthralled with the both of them, Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy. Their chemistry mesmerized me. Their wit, candor, verve. They bit their lips and bore their scars. They followed their hearts. They bridged the sensory with the imaginary. They made me feel that feelings were all that mattered. They felt so real. They faught their own fights, and had lost and won at different times. They were the culmination of everything they have been through, on their own and together. It was so sweet.

Last Precipitation
Sunday Jamming - with heavy rain. John, Ina, Kristine and me. The new song is sounding very very lovely now that Ina's sung her parts. Sigh - lovely.