Yours Truly, Emma.. the unpredictable girl in her unpredictable little world..

Hmm.. read an interesting article today on kissing.. got this off streats papers on the 20/7/2004 written by Ms Janice Wong.



When a kiss is not a kiss



By Janice Wong



SIZE doesn’t matter, but too much saliva certainly does.



Just ask my leggy friend Shirley.



She has just struck a man off her to-see-again list after a bad kiss. Recalling with a wince, she said: “He was slobbering all over my chin like a dog.”



I was sympathetic. You would be, too, if you’ve had a boyfriend who had a vacuum cleaner for a mouth and who thought the whole point of kissing was to suck out your tonsils.



You don’t want to hurt his feelings by telling him that his kissing... er... sucks, so you tell him that you had a strict religious upbringing, are unaffectionate by nature and would much rather talk.



Kissers are like karaoke singers – the good ones don’t think they are good and the bad ones don’t think they are bad.



For me, the No 1 turnoff is smoking. It’s my deal-breaker. No matter how charming a man may be and how sparkling the dinner went, the moment he lights a cigarette, he can kiss our goodnight kiss goodbye.



I don’t see why a man cannot abstain from smoking when I can take pains to gargle and moisturise my lips with balm daily.



Sucking on minty sweets mitigates the situation a little, but the smoke still lingers in the breath somehow.



As far as food goes, avoid obvious no-nos such as garlic and durian. I also notice that dairy-based drinks such as milkshakes tend to leave a yucky film on the tongue. So sip an icy gin and tonic instead – it leaves a fresh, bittersweet taste.



But all that aside, it doesn’t get much worse than when a man asks a woman if he can kiss her.



If you have to ask, the answer is “no”.



The best French kiss is anticipated yet unexpected, shared by two persons who care about each other in a very special way.



It happens so naturally and imperceptibly, you don’t even need to think about how to do it right. Your heads tilt. You draw closer. Your lips lock. Your eyes close.



The kiss is slow and soft enough so that nobody feels violated, and ardent enough to convey longing and confidence.



The pace picks up until your toes tingle and your heart freefalls.



But before you let the tender moment overwhelm you, be sure you are prepared for the implications.



You can fudge air-kissing as culture, handholding as gallantry and a peck on the cheek as friendliness, but there is no such thing as a platonic French kiss, unless you are drunk, and even that is questionable.



Once you do the French thing, you are likely to have set certain expectations in terms of how special and physical the relationship is shaping up to be.



You’d also have crossed the lines of friendship, and – trust me – it is very difficult to get back there.



Besides French, there are many other pleasurable ways to pucker up.



Some like light, fluttering kisses. Others like a hungry kiss out of the blue.



Different strokes for different folks.



And don’t just confine smooching to the face. There’s the very erogenous neck and shoulder, the small of the back...



I could go on but, as a regular reader reminded me the other day, Streats is also read by the impressionable young – so we will stop right there.



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There you go.. i can't help but admit i realli do love to kiss. Muakx. Well not just anyone, but with that someone special. Kissing is something special.. It can make your heart beat real fast and sometimes it makes u feel shy and all. Haha thinking of it really puts a smile on my face. Tts all for now.. i guess. Off to dream abt kissing my special someone *wink* !