That day, while the Susu was so much indulged chomping down that pieces of Teriyaki chicken. It’s a random conversation that i eavesdropped quite in an unintentional manner from the four women at the next table, jabbering on the importance of a man’s intrinsic assets apparently.

woman 1: I tell you lar! It’s important that you get yourself a man that helps doing the housework and has a job! Financially secured!

woman 2: Ho Ho Ho! As long as the man makes me laugh, that’s what important to me.

woman 3: Diu! Better find a man that doesn’t lie to you, that’s more important!

woman 4: Aburthen? I still think it’s important that a man can loves you and pampers you KAO KAO!

And i muttered indistinctly under my breath,

“Ladies, It is more important that these four men don’t know each other.”

NO! This is not how it should be! Where is my sidebar! It’s not there! Its way doooown?!?! What the heck is wrong! Where’s the dodginess!

Okay, take a deep breath. Remember, karmic contentment … Hooo. Okay, let’s change to 1 post per page and see which page is the culprit behind all the crime.

Ah … Looks okay to me now. Proceed …

This looks fine to me as well. Proceed … Proceed …

Arha! “Feed You Those Couture” ?!?! So you’re the culprit! Gotcha!

I hissed and told Rames, “See! I told you! Woman’s always the trouble!”

Note: It’s okay, i forsee some meat cleavers flying my way. How many female readers do i have anyway, Rames? Dodge!

Fuck-ed. This site’s been fuck-ed upside down, inside out, front to back … grotesquely fucked with those cluttered codes and pixels with a whole mucky crime scene. And like the parody of Simon Cowell would mock hastily,

“Horrendous … Absolutely horrendous!”

Hard on the eyes, that i can’t even bother to have a peep at it myself, and i know you have to feel the same way too.

I’m in quandary, i’m flummoxed, i’m going invalid, i’m disorientated, i’m discouraged, i’m feeling quite depreciated … a little bit and nonetheless, i’m flipped out on both sides repeated … i’m feeling like … like when …
My psychiatrist who told me that I was crazy and so when i demanded for a second opinion. He nod and said “Okay, you’re ugly too …”.

Yet concurrently, I’m really happy.

in an ironic way, that is.