Why every woman deserves a hardworking husband

We had dinner at MBS after work one day, me and Fazal, and took a walk around the waterfront after. It was one of those lovely clear nights guys, where you just feel intoxicated with all the love you have for life and the company next to you, full from good food and good ju-ju.

I was giddy with happiness lying down on the wooden steps when I shared with him what I thought was an ideal home situation.

You know, the whole white picket fence 4 room HDB flat,  fireplace burning  aircon blasting, soft music and candles. Me and him sharing dinner. When the kids come along, there’ll be bedtime stories and lullabies

❤

And Fazal looked at me exactly like this

 Smirking like a typical baggage laden, snarky, cynical lawyer.

💔

Tragic really.

But more than that, I knew that that was gonna be the start of 1-2 day(s) cold shoulder on his part as he tries to digest what a moron he thinks I am for having such a naive view of the world.

And he probably needs some time and space to come to terms with what I said and whether he still wants to be associated with such vile thoughts. Or something like that. Ya, he’s asshole-y like that.

I sorta have some leverage when I’m physically in front of him. I guess a little bit of the naivety tugs at his puny heart somewhere in the depths of his gut and he’ll try to tell me with as much patience as he can muster (not much really) where he stands on things.

The dumping debate only happens after I leave. In 3, 2, 1..

That’s why a majority of our arguments happen over texts.

But I digress.

Anyway, Fazal lamented that women have a long list of wants but cannot take it when their boyfriends/husbands have to go out and work for it.

Essentially,

Ya. Okay.

But that got me thinking as to why are there so many odes to women, especially those working moms but you don’t hear it about working fathers. And only recently that I realised how much shit a working mom goes through daily and only by having a hardworking husband can the latter balance the scale.

Let me explain.

Last November’s birthday party cum chalet that ibu threw for ayah was the perfect setting for this incredible life lesson.

These women are my aunts. All 3 of them are professionals  + mums. This is them taking a photo. The eye of the hurricane.

And behind the scene they are just catering to their families while juggling demanding careers and tiring chores.

Whilst the men..

It is just not in their mechanism to worry about laundry or what to cook for the family

Men rely on women to be an incredibly strong, impenetrable home front, to grow and nurture their family. For their selflessness and fidelity.

Thus, only when men are hardworking on the career front can he provide sufficient bread and butter to somewhat bring balance to the scales.

So these days, I just tell Fazal that if we get married, “you just come home la ah.. I don’t care what time. And eat every morsel of food I’ve cooked for you”.

Then we can snuggle

Lullabies and bed time stories?

We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

P.S. In Fazal’s defence

It’s not much of him purposely trying to be difficult.

It’s just that at 30, he’s unfuckwithable you know?

And at life’s trajectory, he’s far on the horizon of the beaten path. He know’s what he wants and god knows that the baggage of past relationships tells him exactly what he doesn’t want.

It’s bend or break with him.

The fear of retaliation, contradiction and defamation is real with this one.

And I was the debater who sang High School Musical 😅

Plus, I’m still fumbling in my idealistic corner at the very start of the path, trying to fix the little ouchies. I’m not even enroute, I’m “on the way” Malay version. 

BUT, in my defence

He has a patience range of a teaspoon guys with a very wide real estate on the fucking pissed department

He needs a bigger spoon.

Do you guys know where I can buy him a nice big spoon? Industrial size please!

Why gym girls are not friends

 

As part of the dominant X chromosome fraternity, entering a testosterone infested madhouse a.k.a the Gym can be intimidating.

Men size you up, take away your weights without asking

I mean, I’d rather by stacking 50’s💅

Yes I’m using that 10kg weight, put it down bitch 😡

 

and the worst are those who try to hit on you 😐

 

But.

There’s an unspoken camaraderie between the male species which I’m super jealous of. They become fast friends..

 

P.S. if you need an awesome gym trainer near the west, Razak from TGN is your man 😉

 

And 5 minutes later they head off to the toilet to compare dick sizes

Enjoy malay music? Give Juffri your ears, you might like his music!

or something like that 😉

On the flip side, there’s a distinct edginess between the gym girls which I don’t understand *wails*

But how come?! Here here you can use THIS 12kg dumbbell too take it!

Upon investigation, I realise that most girls are brusque and unfriendly because we are so judgey that we immediately classify ourselves into different categories and these categories don’t interact.

There’s 4 distinct dichotomy of gym girls

1. Those who hover around their boyfriends.

Okay la. Maybe I’m just jealous. Last time also I go gym with Fazal ok!

Back then, when I was his bae.

But babe, have some respect and go lift some weights. Don’t huddle around him. Geeez.

No one likes this type of gym girls. They block precious mirror space, and they are plain embarrassing to the general female community.

2. The Newbies

Usually spotted with a friend or two flocking around like headless chickens. You know those cackling ones with make up still intact after “gymming”. Yeah.

 

3. The Wannabes

Girls who are there for the aesthetics, not the sport.

Okay, I fall under this category. You know, those girls who lift puny 10-20kg weights.

Abs and Ass, Abs and Ass.

No definition on the arms, eats like a pig and thinks that 1 gym session is enough to compensate all the artery clogging garbage food they eat. YEP.

I just want some sort of a butt and a flat tummy without losing my titties, guys 😩

Holy Grail. I also want pantat burger bun!

4. The real deal

😱

There’s a hierarchy of course

And unfortunately, we immediately cast judgement and classify different girls, refusing to interact with those we feel as inferior and below us in the hierarchy -_-

Wtf man. 

Aren’t we already so sick and tired of being being scrutinised for every aspect of things that we do, from professionally to personally? Then why are we propagating the problem to a place as simple and endorphins producing as the gym?

Geez, don’t we all have something better to do  like making sure that we don’t leak on our gym tights while doing squats?

..yeah and these girls were too busy casting judgement at me to say hey, whatsup with the jam on your pants.

Anyhoo, things have to change man. We girls need to band together so we can use the smith machine cause once the guys use it to bench press, that’s it. We can never get it back.

So the next time you see me smiling at you babe, I’m really smiling at you and not (really) the tattooed man at the far left corner. I promise!!

Say hi la and I can ask you where you got that pretty Nike leggings..

WHAT.

It’s networking funds what. Investment for the future k.