Yet another old entry … here we go …

Gina came around for lunch. She’s a very trendy woman, you know - the Samantha Jones version in Sex In the City. Wet today, she came in the house with her 6 inch stilettos that serves like a lethal weapon to me.

I put on the kettle as she plonked herself provocatively on the sofa.
She’s wearing white laces bra today. o_O (It was a glimpse!)

Me: Hey Gina, do you want any sugar in ya tea uh ?

Gina: Ummm … You know what !!! One thing I’d really don’t understand, why you men are so bad at getting women to FUCK with you men uh ? We WANT to sleep with men but i’m sorry to say but the way men handle seduction is so FUCKING clumsy. We are simple ! Just simple ! We want to FUCK FUUCK FUUUUUUCK !

She’s now banging herself forth and back unto the sofa when she emphasize on the ” FUCK FUCK FUCK ” locutions. The sofa moves slightly back offset making the shrieks.

Eeek … eeek …. eeeeeeeeeeek !!!
They’re in sync.

Gina: Honestly Mikel, getting women into the sack doesn’t rely on a HUUUUUGE cock (although they’re nice), BIIIIIIIG car ( those are nice too okay ?) or alchemy ?( I prefer platinum than gold alright ?). Our women’s legs are like garden shears, ready to spring open at any moment if you …. and here’s the thing … pretend you don’t need sex with them.

She open her legs wide, DAMN that lucky she’s wearing jeans today.

Me: Hmmm

Gina: And what’s that about all the playing cool and aloof uh? I mean yeah, you have to play it in a very natural way ! Not like giving off vibes that you masturbate three times a day in the loos in university. NO !!! Getting on with a woman is about making non-sexual contact. We don’t want some guy that’s totally into us all the time. But we also don’t want a guy who doesn’t give a shit !!!

Silence …

Gina: And look, if you want to get sex, be interested but not desperate. Be charming and silly but not desperate. Just wait a bit and all will be worth the bling. We women just hate men who seems as if they’re dating their own hands !!! How hard is it to not to be a PRAT uh ? UH ? UH ? UH ? RIGHT ?

Me: I have only asked if you want sugar in your tea, Gina.

Gina: Oh. Yeah. Two please … Thanks.

She then smiled non-chalantly at me.

It was yet … another long long long weekend …

FUH! IT’S BACK !!! It makes you crawl quite reluctantly like a walking zombie. You can hear yourself growling gargoyled.

Grrrrrrrrr … roar!

While i lie still and concentrate eventually, i can detect the shape and position of all my entire internal organ apparently…

Like the weak and wet lungs bellowing there;

Like the yellow-grey liver slumped against my backbone;

Or even the purple kidneys … engorged and bruised (?!?!);

Oh … not forgetting the manly intestines … groaning hot!

It’s a messenger from HELL … It’s back. You’ve got to trust me, my fellow acquantainces.

it-is-back …

THE-JAM-IS-BACK !

Dammit!

Whaddup Peeps?

You’ve got to agree with me, that some people are camwhore potential while the remainder are purely camera-shy. Regardless the latter, we are mostly “bloggers” and because we are mostly “bloggers”, mostly of the “bloggers” are also “photographers”. We carry either our compact dummy cam or our monstrous SLR junkie whenever, wherever we go … triggering that quick snaps on people, events and foods for idle moments that we consider worth pondering on.

We blog about those moments … We are the “BLOGOGRAPHER”

Rewinding back to the concern of those who are camera-shy, you’ve probably encounter the situation where some of your friends would become a potent stimulus, they would duck, turn, conceal, hush up, trying any possible attempt to hide their face away faster than you can even have the latency to focus and snap at them.

For me, i just hate missing anyone in the clique out of my daily snaps because they are the value of my pictures, they are what that makes my snaps sentencious, they are the characters of my content.

Lately, i’ve came across with some groups of these people. While they cover up their faces quite adroitly as usual and label themself as so-called “camera-disguise”, i found such “camera-disguise” as the source of enchantment to me.

So, i had them continuously covering up their face while i continously snapping them. The results are more than what i’ve expected. I might not see their face in full … but ponder on those hands that hide the face behind them, I can still text some messages from it.

Why? Just because it’s au natural, and au natural speaks it all.

it speaks ” Peek-a-Boo!”

And mind you, It’s not just a normal “Peek-a-Boo”, it’s my Peek-a-boo, it’s the splashmilk kind.

And for all those camera-shy friend that i’m bound to meet in the future, try my peek-a-boo, because i want you to be in my memories.

Aye

PEEK-A-BOO !

Make yourself comfortable with splashmilk’s camera. Oh by the way, the Starbuck’s Caramel Iceblend here rocks!