‘Who would want to read such a load of crap?’ was the commonest uttered one liner I got when anyone heard that I would be spending precious time away from derm (yea… like that’s not crappy) to read this 153-page volume which expounds on Saffy’s continued constipation when the Auntie at the beehoon stall where Saffy gets her daily dose of lactulose went on holiday, where Saffy continues to astound us with her complete lack of human sensitivity and where Amanda dazzles us with her dates and the ups-and-downs of her relationship with ‘the Cockroach’…

But more importantly should be the question, ‘Who would want to buy such a load of crap?’

‘Who would want to review such a load of crap?’ might be the question the one who bought the book will probably ask the ungrateful me. Hah.

Well, enough has been said about the gals’ warped reasoning, pooch’s slothiness and the trials of working at Ong, Wu, and Yi (the lawyer firm where our heroines and ‘heroine’ work). There’s a more pressing question at hand. That would be:

Why is Jason such a _____ (fill in the blank).
He doesn’t date, he doesn’t grouch, he doesn’t discuss his bowel habits, he doesn’t even seem to have contemplated sex in any form. ‘'’:-! He is sooooo boring compared to Barney! (who in this issue shows us his S&M side à la tiger balm…)

He’s like this long-suffering loser… I really think he might have sworn off women. Hah, knowing all the deep, dark secrets of two women who, on the surface look like prime specimens for FHM mags or various fantasies… I think it’ll be a nightmare for him to only have a fleeting thought about them.

Which brings me back to why I’m referring to him as the ‘heroine’ in this book. In a way, he’s kinda like Meredith in the drama ‘Grey’s Anatomy’. Too passive.

I’m sure that a third installation with more about Karl’s doomed life, Barney’s gym pick-ups and Saffy’s heaving, can-suffocate-people’s boobs would be welcome, but wouldn’t a series written from the view points of Saffy and Amanda be ultimately refreshing?