Breakin' the ice!
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One of the craziest things I've ever done was to cradle a tarantula in my hands. No idea where my arachnophobia went toddling when the Petland technician offered me his baby with all the tenderness of the world and lovey-dovey eyes, but it sure sprinted back quickly. As a result, his baby went flying to the tropical fish tank where it got lovestruck with a Guppy sucking him an amorous kiss through the aquarium glass. ...I dooon't know how they do that.
One of the scariest things I've ever done was to go midnight skinny dipping. Now, before I hear scandalized gasps or scandalized ovations (I won't judge if you applause and do the Jellybean dance, promise), let me precise that I was 7 years old (not sure if I improved my case here). See, I happen to have a papier de soie skin type that picks up sunburns in a WHOOF-kind-of-fire-taking. Consequently, going to the beach was either at dawn or after sunset. ..And, well, we've all had loose swimsuits at least once in our lifetime. I happen to have a collection of them and, er... let's say that one of my one-piece collectibles is now a two-piece with a missing half. Yes, my friends: it ripped off. The bottom just got washed away after a wave splashed in. The top followed in the next seconds but I pretty much swam-race after that one.
Between those two extremes now, there's blogging. With the tarantula, at least, I knew what would happen : as soon as panic hit I would jerk the fuzzy thing as far from me as possible (Ouh, don't call me Cupid yet though. I did not plan the fishy lovestruck part). And the unintentional skinny dipping? Well it was midnight! We all know that Mr.Sea has a naughty naughty side at night right? No voyeurism surprise of course?
Blogging? OMGWTFBBQ.
You'll see how clueless I am with blogs. It took me 15 minutes to find the posting section. Hi, hi. Erm.
Now through this blog you guys might go through OMG moments. Some WTF moments (if that did not already happen while reading my oh-so-casual introduction). And the best part, BBQ moments.
Please don't judge me yet.
Here's a pre-taste of a BBQ moment. Allow me to try a feeble attempt to redeem myself for this first impression.
One of the scariest things I've ever done was to go midnight skinny dipping. Now, before I hear scandalized gasps or scandalized ovations (I won't judge if you applause and do the Jellybean dance, promise), let me precise that I was 7 years old (not sure if I improved my case here). See, I happen to have a papier de soie skin type that picks up sunburns in a WHOOF-kind-of-fire-taking. Consequently, going to the beach was either at dawn or after sunset. ..And, well, we've all had loose swimsuits at least once in our lifetime. I happen to have a collection of them and, er... let's say that one of my one-piece collectibles is now a two-piece with a missing half. Yes, my friends: it ripped off. The bottom just got washed away after a wave splashed in. The top followed in the next seconds but I pretty much swam-race after that one.
Between those two extremes now, there's blogging. With the tarantula, at least, I knew what would happen : as soon as panic hit I would jerk the fuzzy thing as far from me as possible (Ouh, don't call me Cupid yet though. I did not plan the fishy lovestruck part). And the unintentional skinny dipping? Well it was midnight! We all know that Mr.Sea has a naughty naughty side at night right? No voyeurism surprise of course?
Blogging? OMGWTFBBQ.
You'll see how clueless I am with blogs. It took me 15 minutes to find the posting section. Hi, hi. Erm.
Now through this blog you guys might go through OMG moments. Some WTF moments (if that did not already happen while reading my oh-so-casual introduction). And the best part, BBQ moments.
Please don't judge me yet.
Here's a pre-taste of a BBQ moment. Allow me to try a feeble attempt to redeem myself for this first impression.
This, ladies and germs, is a Sugar Rush Dollhouse. Saccharum Domus. Sugareous and timid creatures living in the Holidays' Valleys, North Pole.
This, my friends, is an example of commensalism, a frequent interaction +/0 between Gumminosa Ursus and Saccharum Domus. (Okay you have full rights to blame my biology finals here) I hope I didn't scare you off. Give Titi a chance, mh?
.:.P.S.: Full view is your best friend. I don't know why the photos' quality are lowered that badly when posted. Any ideas?
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