guys,

i'm proud to be female. happy even. thankful, grateful, blessed. i get to wear high heels. i get to wear make-up. i get to grow my hair without being stereotyped in any possible negative way. i can get away with being broke;(sometimes being broke is even convenient). i can live in my parents home till i get married even if my wedding was 30 years from now, and my parents would still never try to get me out. my wardrobe has much more than just trousers, shorts and jeans. i get free internet time offers at the cafe at home. and the list goes on. and on. and on, and most of all, i get to not be the one to have a big ego and try to prove a point.
i was walking into hospital one day with a friend of mine. for the sake of his privacy, he asked me to call him jack bauer the next time i try to blog about him.(but in case u took a gues, ya, yo ryt.) this hospital is like, the largest in the country, and i've only been there once before. jack had been there once too. so we both didn't know the location of the ward we were headed to. so being the natural female i am, i gave a naturally bright idea of asking someone for directions. and i received the masculine response, "how can i ask for directions?! i'm a guy!!!!!!!" and i rolled my eyes(would have if i could), and asked;- "so?"
so i get the masculine response that said something like a guy walking with a girl isn't supposed to ask for directions, he's supposed to know (everything).

moral of the story? well;- if you are a guy, and you are walking with me, do not, and i repeat, DO NOT risk making me walk round in a thousand circles looking for a place we both don't know, only to end up looking like a fool asking for directions from someone u've probably passed by 10 times already. coz u'll make me blog about it again and my list of nice things about being females will grow. not that that's a bad thing, but it's scary when u begin to love things u were not too excited about before, like the idea of possibly having to wear heels for the rest of your working life.

thank you.