All Unapologies.....

I am not going to apologize for the rather sombre and depressing post previously. I think we all have a right to know a little bit of gore that resides in everyone else's life. If not, judgements shalt be made with preconcieved notions . And that would not be very nice, would it?

I do, however, thank everyone who empathised. And for all your words that made me smile. Thank you....thank you....thank you. Including that goreng pisang man. Thank you very very much. If I could gather you all and assemble everyone right in front of me right now, I'd give you all such a big fat collective hug.

Oh, don't get me wrong, when I created that post, I did not stop smiling just because of the crap I was waxing about. I just faltered a little, suddenly taken aback slightly that I wrote that piece with no emotional attachment whatsoever. And I'm proud that I am strong. And I'm proud that I am not my mother. For I learned how to deal with men by not being my mother and by just seeing my mother. And I'm glad that she lets me draw my strength from her. Yeah, it took a Hairul and a Shahnaz and a hell lotta tsunamis but it's better to cry now... than later.

So to all you gentlemen who are about to get married or have delusions of eventual nuptials with your lady of choice, please take a long hard look at yourself, your life and your (future/present) wife and embody the fact:-

This is it.

Before you take that leap.

In fact, embody it unto your member, your little/big schlong, your pink radar.....so that at anytime this radar picks up the signal to stray, a message shall be zapped to your rational (and completely non-sexual) mind and you will know that should you stray......

...that pink radar might be snapped, confiscated and thoroughly dismembered. By the woman whom you scorned.

Khalas.

Oh and my Paris pictures are up for viewing. Now that one needs no schlong so-long. Paris just infects you with a romantic fever that won't go away....and thus, no one strays.

Go see.