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This man Manono sensationally claimed that he was coming from an interview with Uber and was not a part of the street demo that turned chaotic. Well, some emerging footage says different.

See if you can spot Manono in the video.

Have you been scratching your head wondering, just how will I create a contact page for my blog?

Not just a contact form, but a beautiful one as well?

Well, I have had the same question for the past few months. On my blog, I request readers to leave their suggestions in the comments but this is not always ideal. You see, most of the people who land on your blog appreciate a more one on one interaction will the author.

This is not very possible on very popular blogs with hundreds of comments. The author of the blog may not always get the time to reply individually to all the comments from their readers.

Therefore, why not get yourself a contact us page on your blog. Readers can leave suggestion and pose questions to you directly to your mailbox. You can then reply to them directly and this will keep them coming back to your blog. Isn’t that a good thing?

Let’s get started…how did I do it?

Well, I have to admit I have a bit of coding skills in HTML, CSS, Javascript and PHP but you do not have to worry about this stuff.

The first thing you will need to do is to access, your blogger account. Make sure you are signed in and in the blogger account for the blog you want to work on.

Alright then! Next you want to go to you blog layout and click on the “Add Gadget” link. It will open a pop up window so make sure pop-ups are not restricted on your browser (This is important).

Click on the “More Gadgets” link and a new page will appear. Click on the ‘Plus’ sign next to “Contact Form” and then click on save.

The contact page will appear on the sidebar on every page of your blog. But, I highly doubt that is why you are reading this post. You probably want a static page with the contact form on it. If that is what you want, lets head on to the next step.

Creating a Contact Us page for your blog.

Go back into your blogger account and head over to “Template”.

Click on “Edit HTML” and wait for the text editor to load.

Click inside the text area of the Editor and press CTRL+F to launch the search bar. Type in ContactForm then hit enter.

It should find the code below. Click on the arrow to the left of this code.

<b:widget id='ContactForm1' locked='false' title='Contact Form' type='ContactForm'>

Click on the down arrow again on the left of this code

<b:includable id='main'>

The following code will appear.

<b:includable id='main'>
<b:if cond='data:title != ""'>
    <h2 class='title'><data:title/></h2>
</b:if>
<div class='contact-form-widget'>
    <div class='form'>
      <form name='contact-form'>
        <p/>
        <data:contactFormNameMsg/>
        <br/>
        <input class='contact-form-name' expr:id='data:widget.instanceId + "_contact-form-name"' name='name' size='30' type='text' value=''/>
        <p/>
        <data:contactFormEmailMsg/> <span style='font-weight: bolder;'>*</span>
        <br/>
        <input class='contact-form-email' expr:id='data:widget.instanceId + "_contact-form-email"' name='email' size='30' type='text' value=''/>
        <p/>
        <data:contactFormMessageMsg/> <span style='font-weight: bolder;'>*</span>
        <br/>
        <textarea class='contact-form-email-message' cols='25' expr:id='data:widget.instanceId + "_contact-form-email-message"' name='email-message' rows='5'/>
        <p/>
        <input class='contact-form-button contact-form-button-submit' expr:id='data:widget.instanceId + "_contact-form-submit"' expr:value='data:contactFormSendMsg' type='button'/>
        <p/>
        <div style='text-align: center; max-width: 222px; width: 100%'>
          <p class='contact-form-error-message' expr:id='data:widget.instanceId + "_contact-form-error-message"'/>
          <p class='contact-form-success-message' expr:id='data:widget.instanceId + "_contact-form-success-message"'/>
        </div>
      </form>
    </div>
</div>
<b:include name='quickedit'/>
</b:includable>

Delete everything shown in red above so you will only be left with the following code.

      <b:includable id='main'></b:includable>

Done!!

Great!! The hard part is over.

Save the template and head over to Pages and create a new contact us page.

In the page editor, switch to HTML mode and copy and paste the code below.

Telegram is an instant messaging application based on a custom data protocol called MTproto. This protocol was developed based on work done by Nikolai Durov who was a mathematician.

The application features secret chats that utilize end to end encryption. The messages cannot be forwarded and can be set on a self-destruct timer to delete them completely.

The secret chats are not stored on the app cloud, meaning they are only accessible from the communicating devices or the devices of origin. This ensures that the data is secure and not visible to third parties including telegram itself.

Features of telegram for PC

1. It has cloud storage and therefore stores your messages in the app server, therefore, preventing you from losing the data.

2. It is very fast, secure and lightweight and therefore very user friendly.

3. It is free and has no ads that make for an irritating user experience.

4. The Secret Chat’s feature ensures that your information is always secure.

5. Users can exchange messages encrypted end-to-end, self-destructing messages, along with photos, videos, and files of any type up to 1.5 GB in size

Downloading Telegram for PC

Telegram for PC does not require android or IOS simulators. Installation is similar to installing other software on your PC.

Once downloaded and installed the program will launch automatically. Otherwise click on the desktop icon to launch the application.

Enter your country code and phone number and click on NEXT.

A verification number will be sent to the number you entered, which you will then type into the box provide on the desktop app.

That’s all you need. The application will load or your messages and settings and you will be good to go.

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What is a good scam?

See, a good scam always gives you, the target, hope. Hope that you stand a big chance of landing your open palms into the cookie jar. They push the delicious cookies so close to your nose that you can feel the coarse dough rub all so gently on the tip of your nose. Then, before you can even smack your lips in delight, the cookie jar goes poof!!! Just like that it’s gone. Vanishes in a dense, white cloud of smoke.

A good scam makes you think you have control over your own fate. It is laughable that a person assumes that by choosing a bunch of numbers, this will increase their chances of winning. That is the pull of the game. It sits you behind the steering wheel of the vehicle and sets you on a circular track where you end up right where you started.

In the gambling world, there is a saying that ‘the house always wins’. Imagine this hypothetical situation.

Ten million Kenyans (10 million) send money to the said number on their mobile networks. They each send 50 bob of their hard earned cash to purchase the lotto ticket buying into the get rich quick scheme.

Individually the 50 shillings does not seem like much. Why would it? Paying 50 shillings for the chance to win 100 Million shillings? Definitely not a big price to pay. However, the power of compounding shows us something different.

50 X 10,000,000 = 500,000,000

500 Million shillings of hard earned cash falling into very few people’s hands.

Take this on a smaller scale.

Take 5 (Five) of your friends and tell each to contribute 50 shillings making a total of 250 shillings. Write down a sequence of 6 (six) numbers between 1 and 20. Whoever gets the six numbers right takes 100 and you keep the other 150.

Questions.

1. Do you think your friends would agree to those terms?

2. What happens to the money if they fail to get the numbers right?

Finally, offer to buy them each a packet of "Njugu Karanga" worth 10 bob and move on to the next group of friends.

Back to the 500 Million…

So 100 Million goes to the winner of the Lotto. (Well and deserved!!)

A generous 25 Million will be for other expenses not limited to taxes and logistics.

And finally 150 Million would go towards paying consolatory prizes.

That leaves 225 Million Kenyan shillings unaccounted for. One can only speculate into whose pockets this money goes.

Genius!! Absolutely bewildering!! I wish I thought of this earlier.

No product! No service! Just a bunch of people giving you money for the mere illusion that they can win the money back a millionth fold.

The odds themselves 1/10,000,000 or 0.0000001 (My God…What a mouthfull) tell a bleak tale for a hapless 9,999,999 Kenyans.

Good luck though. And may the odds forever be in your favor….

In this article I intend to address a question that has been lingering for a while now in the minds of most college girls. It seems like most men are finding it more convenient to be with an older woman than the young lasses in college.

Why is this?

In my very own experience I have come to respect older women. “Older women” meaning women between the ages of 28 to mid 30’s. MOST of them carry themselves with an air of confidence; one which is quite intoxicating and motivates you to try and better your best.

1. The older independent woman knows what she wants in life and will fight hard in order to get it. She has the demeanor of a person who has everything under control and she rarely loses her composure. If she does, she will never do it in front of you unless she trusts you.

2. This woman knows that her body is a temple and will take care of it. She makes a point of visiting her local gym for her scheduled work out. Her body is in great shape and this accentuates her feminine sexuality. She will always eat right, avoiding unhealthy food when she can.

3. Her wardrobe is every girls dream. It consists of fitting designer tops, shorts, trouser and shoes. An assortment of jewelry that only seeks to make her stand out. She does not do slutty. She is always in classy pairing not over dressing nor under dressing; just the perfect blend to suit the particular events of the day. She does not over-do her make up like most of the college girls. No!! She knows that she is naturally beautiful and make-up will only be an unnecessary inconvenience.

4. She spends her own money and will never demand you take her out on a date unless you offer to. She is open to suggestions and she is equally comfortable on the dance floor in her favorite club as well as on the rooftop of an exclusive hotel dining on a chef prepared meal with you. She would also accommodate a well thought out surprise romantic candle-lit dinner at home with just the two of you.

5. Unlike the college beauties, this lady is not clingy. She has a life to build and if she wants you to be a part of it she will tell you. However, if it’s just a fling she knows that she does not own you and you are free to see other people. This woman does not resort to drastic measures when she feels intimidated by other women in your life. If she is interested in getting into a relationship with you, she will let you know. If not she will let you know too. She knows what she wants.

I would like to one day wake up and find that our college girls have adopted some of this qualities if not all. However, I am sensible enough to see the futility in that happening. It would be akin to drawing water from a rock; it would require divine intervention. I have come to the conclusion that it’s probably just something that women outgrow or probably learn when they realize that life is not as perfect as they are led to believe in the Telenovelas.

'Mrembo' was not as expected. I was soon able to discern that mrembo was a term used to refer to any female in the area.

But the problem was not about what i saw but what followed next. Mrembo was introduced to me as Wairimu, the daughter to the owner of the hotel.

Read: BETROTHAL TO 'MREMBO' ON AN EVENTFUL BUSINESS TRIP: PART 1

Despite her manly appearance Wairimu was not really that badly off. She had an amazing physic with a rear you might only see on a plump zebra. Her wide hips were really the only way you could tell she was not a young boy. Her young immature breast did less to convince me.

Despite all this I decided to take the positive and to master a difficult smile just to encourage the visibly intrigued mother. Apparently, she had made the quick assumption, calculated my worth due to my immaculate suit and postulated that i would be the ideal catch to take them out of their apparent poverty.

If only she had attended school and heard the constant repetitive saying... "Don't judge a book by its cover". If she had know that i was only but an intern I am sure she would not have attempted what she did next.

As soon as i arrived back from the Mpesa shop she was back at my table with two fat chapatis probably prepared with self raising backing flour. I quickly thanked God for my senses; having not ordered more than that. As i struggled to finish my meal she appeared hand in hand with her daughter and she promptly began to introduce her.

I struggled to hold my gaze with hers but i feared that my disgust would show through. But still, i mastered my emotions and managed a calm smile.

"This is my daughter Wairimu" she started again. "I see you are alone and that is not right. You should have someone to keep you company" she said to me in Kikuyu.

At the time I had a mouthful of chapati in mouth. I swallowed hard and i felt the bolus go down my throat straining the elasticity of my esophagus. I felt the tears in my eyes but i could hardly blink for fear of them rolling down my cheeks and being mistaken for tears of joy.

I stared at her in sheer disbelief as i tried to come up with an excuse; one that seemed to escape my mind. There was nothing that I could say that would be interpreted as appropriate. So i simply said it..

"I am sorry, but i prefer having my meals by myself. I find it relaxing and my creativity is at its best as i eat." I uttered unconvincingly.

The lady game me a very cold look and dismissed her daughter to go back to whatever she was doing at the back of the kitchen. Her previous inviting look was quickly replaced by a business persona ; a look that was sure to come despite my sheer regret.

She walked back into the kitchen quietly as i took the rest of my chapati and tea. For once i took my meal in a rush just in case she offered chai-sosa with an extra strong ingredient that was likely to dispatch me to the next world.

As i left the hotel i quickly went over the occurrence of those few minutes and in it i was able to draw a lesson.

People will do anything to make one step forward in life. Unfortunately that extra step in life is rarely one of hard work but of taking advantage of a sort of opportune moment to try and piggy back on someone elses success. I found it quite interesting. A whole topic in itself.

Why do women always want the easy way out. Stay with me for a detailed article on my thoughts on this matter from both experience and thought.

Since the war on second generation alcoholic drinks was kicked of by President Uhuru Kenyatta, we have seen much improvement in regards to a fewer number of intoxicated people roaming the streets as early as 7 am.

However, with guys like this I still believe the war is far from won.

It was Tuesday, the 9th of June and we were off by 10 AM on a scheduled business trip to Embu. The trip was not without its highs as we navigated over smooth roads and through beautiful hills with lush green grass and fascinating landscapes.

It hit me just how little we value the wealth of beauty that our country Kenya has to offer. Indeed, what I saw was true to the word magical.

As we cut a path towards our destination, i was able to appreciate the great diversity of people from different backgrounds. Some people would find it strange to see ox-driven carts on the roads competing ably with the Probox vehicles. I was astonished at the simplicity of the people of this remote areas.

After 1 and a half hours on the road we had arrived. The meeting had already started. A large crowd had already arrived to listen to the proceedings.

Being the restless soul I am, 3 hours in , i took to my feet to explore the surroundings. I was in the middle of nowhere and in all honesty i was not worried. The cool, fresh air was a reprieve from the hazardous air that we were forced to inhale in the city. The greenery was a sight for sour eyes. Its a shame that the same could not be replicated in the concrete jungle.

I soon found myself wanting for a meal. It had been 4 hours since we arrived and the only thing in my belly was 4 slices of supa loaf bread and a mug of Dormans coffee. Taking a quick look around me I started getting a bit worried. There was no place in sight that resembled a hotel. Despite this i held my faith in my uncanny ability to locate food. I headed to my left. Suddenly, i could smell the intoxicating scent of freshly cooked chapati and i knew that there was hope. My eyes drifted to the building up ahead and the words 'Mummy Hotel' jumped out at me in bold green letters.' NIMEFIKA' i thought to myself with a sly smile. My gut had not disappointed me.

When I reached the counter a cheerful middle-aged woman stood there rolling the dough into rounded pieces.

'Is there any food, available' I inquired. She gave me a casual glance and informed me that only chapatis and tea was available.

I could not afford the luxury of refusing such a meal due to my rumbling stomach. Unfortunately, i only had money in my Mpesa and being in a remote area, I highly doubted the availability of an Mpesa agent.
I shared my concerns with the lady and she promptly called out 'mrembo' her daughter from the back of the kitchen to assist me in locating the Mpesa agent.

'Mrembo' rushed out from the back wiping her wet hands on the 'leso' she had around her waist.

Unfortunately, the word 'mrembo' was being used loosely in this context. Perhaps it was being used to mean female.

I will tell you more about 'mrembo' in the next post.

Every single man, I can bet, has experienced this at some point in their lives. The lowest point in a man sexual activities where it seems like every girl he approaches does not want the D. That excruciatingly bottomless pit where your only friend is the darkness and a tube of lotion or the old trustee, Vaseline.

Hey, don't be ashamed of this. I know right now you are trying to convince yourself as much as possible that this is not you.

Sorry to disappoint you my friend.

As the saying goes, when life gives you lemons make some friggin' lemonade.

A friend of mine, lets call him George, has been having one of this moments. A speed bump in an otherwise smooth highway. George is one of those hyper characters who never seem to have a bad day. Not even the Monday blues will dampen his mood at work. Most of us, his workmates, have been yet to understand whether it is a matter of state of mind or psychiatric chemical meds.

However, lately George has been having a tough month. The heavy rains and floods have not been doing him justice. His estate in South C had been converted into a swimming pool over nite and he had lost his cheap sofa sets to mold.

"How something so small could cause so much damage" I recon he said.

His man cave had been destroyed and with it, most of his belongings that had put him in a class of his own.

George had reached the pitch black bottom of his sexual escaped where despite his best efforts to "Chips Funga" had failed in catastrophic proportions.

It was not because of his looks. No! George was the kind of guy any plain Jane would want. It had to do with matters of thickness of the wallet. Having lost most of his valuables to the rain, George had had to cut back on major spending that revolved around drinks and huge parties in his now wrecked apartment.

Unfortunately for him, his "Class" of women had this intricate ability to sense when the cash well was running a bit low. Kind of like leeches, they were drawn to their host by the heat of fresh warm blood. In this case his money.

It did not take too long for this breed of women to catch the scent or lack off, of fleeting money reserves and they promptly reclassified him under "cheap".

Due to this George had to adapt. He had to eat humble pie and go after a "Class" lower, where his current finances seemed like immense wealth. Despite the demotion he still maintained his bigger than life demeanor and worked the women like Romeo.

Things have since changed and George is back to his Classy women having learnt a very important lesson; Do not live in a flood prone area.

After my last post on, Art of Seduction: From the Eyes of a
University Student, some of my female readers felt the need to tell me off. Well, if speaking the truth hurt that much, then you should be prepared for some more truth right here.

You can read it here Art of Seduction: From the Eyes of A University Student

It goes without saying how life in campus can be tough considering just how much the word faithful means close to nothing. In fact it changes its meaning totally. The only time your partner (either boy or girl) is faithful is only when they are feeling lonely. Trust me!! From my experience, a number of girls, most of them will always claim they are in a relationship at first. I think its some sort of ritual to weed out the "good" guys. However the "Bad Boys" will not give a hoot whether her hubby is his room mate or lives next door. Later on they will dive right into bed with you and ride you like its the last day on earth.

Also, some will go as far as to claim that they are virgins!! Yeah right!!

There she is hitting all the Kamasutra moves like she has been doing it all her life and spreading those legs like....aaaaahhh...but I digress.

Here are my the top 5 picks for how to be the perfect girlfriend.

1. Always be honest.
There is nothing more important in a relationship than honesty. Unfortunately most men have very low self esteem or they imagine that they are more than perfect. So anytime when you speak to him do not go for the jugular; do not deflate his ego.

Be honest but at the same time show him a bit of respect. Put him on a pedestal so he can feel like a lion defending his lioness. Men are 90% ego and
have as many insecurities as women do. They just know how to hide their feelings better. Ladies, if you love your man do not use his insecurities against him especially when an argument ensues
between the two of you. Savvy!!!!!

2. Do not Nag.
Let us be honest here. Girls love to Nag. Anything however small can turn into something big right out of nowhere. Its amazing. I wish they had the same effect on my bank account. Men appreciate
structure. Say what you want and if it is important, you will have it. Do not ask for a car for your birthday yet you can barely afford to buy your own airtime.

3. Avoid too much make up.
This just had to be in here. I really am against all this women walking around the campus all dolled up thinking they are beautiful. Do not be delusional. Most of the time the complexion of their face does not match that of their feet. It is weird at times because it seems like they fell into a bale of flour but forgot to wipe it off their faces. Also, throw those nasty looking weaves into the trash and let your real hair down.

4. Be a woman.
In this day and age where women are demanding gender equality then at the same time demand affirmative action, women have to realize that some things cannot just change. Women who cook are just attractive. Why? Its just natural. I am not saying men should not cook or that women belong in the kitchen. What I am saying is that it should not come to that point where you take turns on alternative days to cook. Remember, a happy man leads to a happy wife which leads to a happy home.

5. Be Miss Independent
I have done a bit of research over the past few days and I have come to the final conclusion that men are not indeed afraid of the independent lady with the classy clothes, fancy shoes and eloquent
demeanor.
No!! In fact men are more attracted to this rare species of women because they are strong willed and more likely to encourage or motivate the men to work harder. Nobody wants a lazy woman who sits around the house all day doing nothing but watch soaps and Nigerian movies.

In fact, in my research I have identified the main reason why society thinks men are afraid of the Independent woman is because most of this women have one major character flaw. They assume that all men are lazy slobs trying to milk money out of them. They would rather pay a man to conceive a child with them and later raise the child by themselves because they " do not need a man in their lives".

There you go. If you agree with me you know what to do in the comments below, and if I have stepped on any toes, believe me I am not apologetic for telling my truth.

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In what seems like another attempt to pressure Floyd Mayweather Jr. into agreeing to fight Manny Pacquiao, a flurry of stories have emerged indicating that Top Rank, which handles Pacquiao, has agreed to terms for a super fight between the boxers in May.

Yahoo! and ESPN both published stories stating that Top Rank and Pacquiao have decided to stage the fight on May 2 at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. According to the stories, Pacquiao has agreed to a 40 percent slice of the purse while Mayweather would ostensibly get 60 percent. The issue of drug testing — believed to be a major obstacle for making the fight in years past — has also reportedly been resolved. Pacquiao would submit to testing under the United States Anti-Doping Agency.

According to Yahoo!, representatives for Mayweather have signed off on these stipulations. But there's still one, enormous problem: Despite all the noise coming from Pacquiao's side, Mayweather has yet to publicly agree to anything or even weigh in on the negotiations, adding a large degree of uncertainty to the talks and casting doubt on the fight even happening.

More at source Mayweather vs Manny

It is without a doubt that among the several medals on a man’s breast, the one that earns him and commands the most respect among his peers is that of his sexual conquests. Be it as it may be regarded foul and disgusting among the female gender, this is an open truth. The game of seduction can be short or long depending on the experience of the player. The game is not dependent on physical traits, money or even swagger. This may give you an edge but NO!! This game is best played and won by the swiftness of the tongue and the sharpness of the mind.

Women are complex creatures but without a doubt have a base desire like all living things. It is in the interest of the player to feed this desires. The women in the university are no different. They have the uncanny need for attention and a constant need to be reminded of how much they stand out among the rest of the female flock. This desire has lead most of these women to extremes just to achieve the intended effect, UNIQUENESS. They bleach their skin, they wear high heels that are uncomfortable to walk in, they wear very thick coats of red lipstick, they wear blond weaves. The need for attention, the need to be noticed is insatiable.

This is where the player comes in. He will walk into a lecture hall and his eyes will dance over the many female faces who undoubtedly will be sizing him up for potential. His eyes will wash over their faces confidently, profiling each girl until he finds a match. When he does and if he does, he will hold her gaze and let her know that she stands out with a slight smile. He will then walk over in her direction smiling still and grab a seat a row behind her. The player does not want to seem desperate.

At this time the girl will feel confused. ‘Was he smiling at me?’ she would wonder. This is the waiting game. Her thoughts will do half the job. At the end of the class the player will take a position behind the girl as they walk out of the class. This is the point of confirmation. He wants to ascertain whether the girl is interested in him and in doing so also confirm his interest to the girl. He will introduce himself and a simple complement to the girl will act as an ice breaker. If the girl seems willing to continue the conversation the interest will be confirmed otherwise the player can coolly end the conversation with a “see you around *Nancy*!!” and walk away.

Assuming the interest is mutual, the player will insist on spending a night-out with the girl. It is best to choose a public place such as the school annex or shopping center so as to make the girl feel secure. Winning her trust is the ultimate goal. The player will repeat this as many times as necessary until he has gained her trust and with it her heart. The hardest part is over. The player will now claim his prize.

He will invite her over on a lazy weekend to watch a movie and maybe some drinks and a meal you have prepared yourself. She will come. The way she is dressed will tell you what she is anticipating. She has a fresh coat of make-up, her dress is a bit shorter than usual, her cleavage is showing, her lips are moist. The player will complement her but not act. They will have the meal, watch the movie as they sip some drinks, and make light conversation as they make the occasional eye and body contact. She will take off her shoes and get comfortable on the bed and he will smile at her. This is his cue. He will join her on the bed and caress her. She will giggle at first but she won’t push away. She will close her eyes and forget all about the movie. Her breathing will be labored then loud and then she will mourn. He will know he has her. A new polished star on his manly sleeve.

Before I even start this rant I have to say, it has been quite a long time since I wrote a piece on this blog. It feels like ages and my mind feels like that neglected area in your back that rarely gets washed when you are in the shower; you know that area where you need an extra pair of hands, not attached to your body to reach…yeah…yeah…okay!!!

Anyway, back to the topic of the day. So I was taking a leisurely stroll towards the campus gym (Gymnasium for those grammar Nazis out there). The sun seemed out to burn the hair of the scalp of my head but still that did not dampen my mood. I had a goal that day and nothing and I mean nothing was going to stop me.

As I hit the final corner leading to the gym, I came across a hoard of girls; I believe they call them cliques. I am not sure, it escapes my mind. So anyway, this clique is literally cat walking as if they are on a fashion runway, the whole lot of them, 5 in number to be exact.

They were dangling massive handbags the size of camping bags from their arms. Shoes with heels higher than your G.P.A and dresses shorter than the perfect Mwakenya. Well, I am exaggerating but I guess you see the picture. Coincidentally, they were are light skinned. Could it be a case of birds of a feather flock together?

I have a theory though, about why all of a sudden there are more light skinned girls around than about 3 years ago. It is all about demand and supply. The higher the demand for light skinned girls the higher the supply, whether it artificially (read bleach/Vera Sidikaring) or naturally. Okay, I digress.

What hit me most was their faces. Never have you seen so much make-up caked upon a chic’s visage. Their lips were smeared in blood red lipstick, upper eyelids coated in all manner of shades of the color green, a thick black ring of eye liner ‘brought out their eyes’ and to top it all off ... "let us throw in a bit of some color red on those cheeks, you know, because we do not want to appear flushed" I would imagine they said.

I am lost for words really…no really. My punch line just faded and now I guess I have to break it off right here. Guys help me out. If you meet this type of girl, just stop her, take her to the side and say this words...

“Bitch, You would look so much more beautiful without all that make up on your face” and maybe, just maybe you will have helped her stop spending too much money, reduced the make-up company’s profits, made people lose their jobs, made the country’s economy collapse….well you know, without women, there would be no economy. AND THAT IS A FACT!!

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