Today is yet another regular day for a day out wif the boyfriend. We went to buy books, purchase stuff, don't bother to catch a movie. And eating as cheap as possible.
The boyfriend suddenly remembered he needs razors so that he can
While queuing up to pay, two women in front were arguing. We don't need an expert to know what was going on. One was saying that the other was cutting line and it wasn't fair as the others whom were all queuing up. Thing is, that "other line" was actually another counter, so first woman was wrong.
However, second woman was also defending herself, rubbing it in with a sacarstic tone and smugness. So first woman got quite pissed off and yelled "Shaddap! Shut up!" and second woman was smiling like she was trying to control her anger. Or maybe she was just very pleased with her righteousness.
Me and the boyfriend was shrugging behind, not knowing what the fuss was all about.
But after paying up, I walked out of the store and I looked back at boyfriend, and asked him "Who's the bitch in this argument?"
Without fail, he answered "both."
"True." I said. I wasn't going to defend or bring out the feminism in me to "defend women's rights" or trying to argue that bitch fight was reasonable. I've got to say this, the first lady is a bitch for chiding on people when she had obviously made a mistake, but second lady was almost at the same level as the first for trying to "defend her holy feelings" and rub it in to make the first woman guilty, trying to humiliate her or something like that. Therefore both are bitches.
That kind of reflected the bitch within our hearts. At some point, we just couldn't stand being tread upon, and just want to get what is right, even if it is just as puny as giving us back our sense of pride by buying back the chocolates that somebody has accidentally finished, or getting angry over something small so that boyfriends/husbands/lovers/kanasais will "manja" and "belanja" and "asmara" us back to normal.
Seriously, women are so schizophrenic sometimes. Evil wrath controls the biological clock. Sometimes it only needs something very sensitive and small like a sentence and....
BOOM!
We'll explode. And the victims are mostly those who are surrounding us. The lousiest times of their lives la to be under us which is just as bad as being under a stone. At least a stone won't bring you down with a nagging ring to your ears or threats to rip them off. Or invoking you guilty charges and make you regret your stupid/wrong mistake for the rest of your life.
Oh yes, I'm part of the devil too.
Women. Can't live without them, can't leave without them.
By the way, in that argument, the men of those two
Haiyah, please tell your lover/girlfriend/wife/ah lian to keep it down la. Even if it means to scold her in public. Then she get the message mah.
Of course, I don't guarantee that you can survived not having to receive her other end the moment you reach home ah.
You know why?
It's based on experience. I do that too.
Bitchy bitch bitch bitch.
All women are. No denying.
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