Poop Modus Operandi

i was sitting in the back side of my house two days ago.

(i can't call it a back yard, cause it's not a yard.

it's just an outdoor space at the back of the house)

that's where i use to sit at nights, wandering and stares to the moon. and brainstorming with myself.

you know, me and I.

then my dog came. he was trained to poop or pee in that 'area' only.

this is his 'walking pattern' before the pee and poop happens.

that's really.. awkward.

i dunno is it the dog or me, but the walking pattern,

the way he sniffs and stuffs.

what's in his mind, actually?

is he checking whether this certain area has been taken by others, cats perhaps?

why he didn't pee in one spot only, instead of two?

and why did he poop in front of me..?

Take Good Care of Your BOOBS

yipeekayayyyyy!! i just received my old SLR camera, the Canon EOS 30D, about an hour ago.

i told a friend of mine to 'upgrade' it with an infra red feature, you know,

the kind of camera tricks that can see through your shirts.

careful, bitches.

if there's anyone around doing candids with a red light from their lens,

it's very possible they're trying to captured your nipples. bwahahhahahahh.

but damnnnnn, this new cam is a total RADDD!!

i just tried a few shots (thanks to daddy-o), there's no noise or over-exposure whatsoever.

see it for yerself.

Occupation: Media Whore

I’m an intern now.

i write reviews, mocking musicians, drink a lot of coffee, have a good laughs, smokes a lot,

and I have to say yes to all the tasks they gave me.

The ‘problem’ here, is that I’m a workaholic.

I mean like a REAL workaholic.

When you gave me job to do, I’d sit down in my white cubicle and sat still until my work is finished. Enough with the interns’ shiznitz. I captured a few interesting things at the workplace, that maybe other humanoids

wouldn’t mind to pay attention to it.

i found a nigga in a white nigga's cubicle.

all dogs goes to heaven. all cats goes to heaven too. as DOG FOOD.

our very first lunch break.

ah soo. so this is where my white cubicle takes place.

this rooftop is the getaway spot where i can smokes a lot, capturing peoples down there, and staring at.. well, something.

the things you do when you're doing nothing.

my interns-fella, one rare species. sometimes she's damn spiritualistic kind of thingie. other times she stimulates me to do shits. yuck fou but i yove lou.

the puff puff pass venue. niiiice view, mate?!

honor the gods. not their heritages.