just minishorts.

I think it's so much easier to be a man.

Just think about it this way. This is what a woman has to go through:

You get born, you come into this world, and then you find out that you don't have a little dangly bit that sticks out from between your legs there. For some reason, your mama would tell you that that's a very precious bit, and you don't want anything going inside there.

That's all right. Life goes on nicely for a few years. You delight in knowing that you can wear both PINK and BLUE and no one would blink an eye, and hey, guys are ugly, and girls can wear ribbons and nice sparkly things. Girls can wear both skirts and pants, but boys can only wear pants nyek nyek.

Then you get to school, you see those guys who used to be shorter than you suddenly grow taller. And then you start to realize that things aren't so fun anymore. One day, some smart ass decides to write you a love poem, OR, tell the whole world that he's in love with you. From then on, it's a spiral way down the chute. Oh, you know it all. As long as you're in uniforms, your parents will put curfews on you, and you can see your brother walking in and out of the house at anytime he wants to. You argue, but Mum's responses are pretty much routine, 'He's a boy, dear, and you're a girl.'

You want to say, 'But what difference does it make?', but you hold back, because yes yes yes, it makes for ALL THE DIFFERENCE in the world.

And then you graduate, you work, you find a guy you love, you fall in and out of love, you go through what I am currently going through now, 'He the one? He the one? What if? What if? What if?'

If you're meant to get hitched, you do, and it's all the way through marriagehood, you know, the likes, motherhood, the worrying about your children, then your husband, whether he's gallavanting around town like a casanova again, and then you watch your kids grow up, and you worry, and you worry, and you worry. You worry that someone will pick them up one day (legally, or illegally), you worry that they don't do very well in their studies, when they're a bit younger you're worried that they'll start dating all too soon, but if they're older you worry about whether they'll ever get a good man/woman to cherish and to love… oh it's an endless, endless ordeal all the way.

For guys, things are simplified, tenfold. For instance, my bf is aware of my worrywart tendencies, and his solution is always this: 'Worry so much for what, not like it's going to change a thing.'

From what I see, the route of life is so much easier for guys, you know, you get born with an ugly stick down there, down there, and that makes for ALL THE DIFFERENCE.

I heard proof of this over my mum's conversation, with my aunt the other day. My older cousin is 28, and unattached. So the discussion came, 'Eh, when's your daughter getting married?'

I remember looking at my cousin, and he rolled his eyes and made a silly face at me.

Mum went, 'Not so soon lah. She's only 25!'
'Ya, ya, still young lah, not to worry yet. At least she has someone already. My son, aiyah… dunno what happened lah. Now at 28 still never bring a girl home. '

My turn to roll eyes at the cousin. He scowled, hehe.

Mum said, 'Well, doesn't matter lah. Can slowly look one.'
'Yeah lah, anyway, boy, its okay one lah. You worry more if she's a girl.'

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Welcome to my world.