I Am a Woman. Hear Me Roar.

A few days ago, my hubby and I lay on the bed reflecting on the past year.

"So, what's one thing that you felt you have accomplished in 2008?" The husband asked.

I considered the question thoughtfully, then answered,"I'm glad that I have become more confrontational and agressive. I used to have problems saying 'no' and expressing my anger, but now I feel more ready and able to do that and as a result, I feel happier." Without missing a beat, I went on to relate proudly how I managed to beat a chee ko peh (ie: a lecherous old uncle) in a staring incident at Jurong Point. He was staring at me non-stop (though my hubby is not very convinced by this accusation) even when I tried to move away from his sight. Well, fine- maybe you could blame him for having a stiff neck that day. But hell, I know what the chee-ko-peh eyes are like. He was (for whatever reasons my hubby can't seem to conjure) almost definitely staring at me in the most irritating and offensive hum-sup-loh-in-geylang (the nuances and complexities here are too difficult to translate) manner.

So what did I do in the true characteristics of a Singaporean ah-lian-ique chilli-padi girl?

I stared back lor.

Finally- after what seemed to be an eternity in a staring incident, the lecherous chee-ko-peh-hum-sup-loh-stinking-with-geylang-aura conceded defeat and looked away begrudgingly.

Man, you have no idea how triumphant I felt.

The husband however,was not very impressed with this vivid recount. "Haha. You call this an achievement?" He asked bemusedly.

Whatever. Talk to the hand. The Wonderwoman is not about to let her confidence be shakened by unfeeling male perspectives. Who says agression is for men only? Who says agression is always bad?

For me, I choose to be a coward no more. :)