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Y TU MAMA TAMBIEN
Ive been hibernating in my room by means of cigarettes and milky chamomile having nothing but myself for company.
Of course, within the closed up affinity of my room ive been reduced to girl boxers. And toe socks. Nothing more nothing less. Smelling like a million bucks but wreathing in a discontent of some sort. Im not too sure if it’s the result of the awkward curlers in my hair. Or the fact that my tan is diminishing and my days are passing by slower than chao munches on his noodles. Or maybe something deeper? I don’t know. I look at myself in the mirror. And my nose twitches. I frown and look away.
i put keane’s bedshapped on replay. And I burnt some ylang ylang oil just for reminiscence’s sake.
I get bored easily.
Yea. Im that itchyfied. I pick at my nails. Then my hair. And at that growing zit on the side of my cheek from lengthy phone conversations to david.
Watching Y TU MAMA TAMBIEN was just abt the most productive thing I did in my ‘alone time’ today.
Wots it abt you ask?
A basic intro goes like this :
“Julio and tenoch are 2 teens ruled by ragaing hormones and a mission to consume the most exotic of substances. But one fateful summer, the boys learn more abt life than wot they bargained for, when they meet seductive 28 year old luisa and set off on a wild cross country trip in search of the most beautiful beaches. Both taste the allure of forbidden fruit as luisa schools them in the finer points of suave, erotic passion.
But will their mutual desire for her destroy their friendship forever?â€
As a matter of fact it did. Julio and tenoch never spoke to each other again. After they found out that they shared a more incestuous relationship than they could have imagined; i.e they were unknowingly fucking each others girlfriends. The last straw came the morning after they shared a homosexual snog while spending the night with luisa.
You see, there is this universal trait that prevails in situations like these. Sexual relations, between men and women have evolved into not just for a reproductive purpose. Friendship and sex are like black and white. But there is no grey. And things can never be the same again
But that is not the point.
You see, the intro to this movie barely even scrapes the surface. Yes yes yes. It is sexually as explicit as you can get, and breaches the fine line between art and soft porn. Bums, pert breasts, and hanging bits a many for those after a cheap thrill.
But one soon finds out as the movie progresses that the cheap thrill the boys bargained for lead to a lessons they kept for life.
Turns out luisa is stricken w a terminal illness dubed as cancer. And her husband cheats on her, more times than she deserves to know. She leaves everything behind, turns to the boys for company and resorts to smoking spliffs and downing booze to pass her days. Of course. That comes along w copius amounts of sex. Sex sex. She treats every day, every encounter as if it were her last. Needless to say she enjoys herself shamelessly. I guess in times of desperation, many would understand why a woman like luisa would treat sex like some addiction that needed to be sated. Quite evidently, the reason being pinning for lost love. And dealing w death of loved ones.
So luisa satisfys her carnal appetite in the rudest fashion ever as means to end her days as a happy sated, endorphine high woman. Never mind STDs, pregnancy scares. She was going to be dead by then
That got me wondering. Wot the hell would I do or stop doing the moment (touch wood) I found out I was diagnosed w a terminal illness. ?
Wot would you choose as loving company and memory for the last of your days.
Tough question.
Im not too sure myself.
Maybe I wont run off and fuck 50 guys to get it all out of the system.
I don’t think il travel the globe, spend money like a mofo, or eat the food i pleased.
I hate long airplane journeys and long car road trips. I wouldn’t be in good enough shape to weather that out. The last thing I want is puking my fucking brains out mid-flight to belize.
Its pointless spending the money now. For how long more would I last to enjoy the tangibles it bought?
Food? I wouldn’t care no less. My taste buds would probably be numb. And food is just food, maybe to help me live a few more days. But if I really had to choose it would be one bite of burger kings mushroom swiss.
I would however make headway to the beach. Id lie in the hammock all day in a bikini bottom, Straw hat and little else, not having to worry about skin cancer.
Id braid my hair and run my hands through the multicouloured beads, just cos I love the way it feels.
Id rub in toes against the sand and breathe in the salty air, and find solace in the sound of waves rushing up and washing away. I wouldn’t want, however that stupid chinapeck to stand next to me and tell me again, the reason why waves exist, was due to the moons gravitational pull. oh geeesus. pls just fuck of and leave me the hell alone.
Yea id lay by the beach and munch of banana goring and sip Malibu or pinacolada until im intoxicated.
Then id look through my list of ppl to call “when im slightly intoxicatedâ€
And id ring david to say "thanks dude" just because hed probably be sitting next to me at that very moment
Id call char and tell her to love herself more and that she was a gorgeous person inside out.
Id call hann and come out w “hello stranger†knowing that he was anything but that.
id ring nad and gg and say to, warwickian life would have been nuth if it werent for them
Id call mr. f and say “ hey motherfucker, you finally picked up†if he did.
And id leave a “ if only I knew you were never worth it†note on his voice mail if he didn’t.
Id msg sher to tell her to look in her drawer to find the watercolour painting titled “serenity†I left for her.
Id get my mom to post a letter to john Galliano and cavalli telling them that they were the fucking reason couture ever made a name for itself. And that maybe it would be cool to incorporate some retro, bling bling and afros into their next season.
Oh and Id never want anyone to touch or wear my clothes. All the missoni/bcbg dresses, fedora hats, stringy bikinis, pointy toed shoes.
Why? Because I am anal and that is about it.
But that’s my take on it.
Wot would be yours?
you make my life perfect-`
