I wanted to try it once..

Well after doing GP Common Test Question 1, I had a look at Question 2. Don't ask me why I did it, but I just did. If I haven't read on, I doubt you'd have anything here to read today as well.

Question 2 goes, "The pursuit of equality of the sexes is not only futile but foolish." Do you agree?

Which left me totally stumped. Like how was I going to write about equality of the sexes when it's obvious I'm a 100% male? By that I don't mean I'm some crazy alpha male, but it states on my birth cert that I am "Male". And I don't go around disputing legal documents so I'm like "wtf what am I going to say about this." For one, you are either male or female. There is no equality in one's sex. Thus how do you have "equal sex"? Okay dang that doesn't sound quite right - but if you get what I mean, how do you be male and female at the same time?

It's quite hard to know. And I doubt I'd ever find out.

But living by my motto of "nothing is impossible", I decided that even though it would be incredibly difficult to find out how living in two sexes would be like - I would have to give it my best shot anyway. Recently, because of certain events and circumstances happening around me, I found out that I needed to umm.. explore my feminine side, assuming it exists.

Which it might not because I've never actually thought of myself as female. And it kind of sickens me to think that I have to bring the female out in me because I'm MALE and it says so on my BC!!

Still, for the love of GP and for my desire to research to expand my horizons as well as to gain further knowledge and understanding of the human race, I decided to be the guinea pig and sacrifice myself.

Today, I bring you the results of my research. Of how I tried to be a female, once.

By the way please don't laugh. It's really for the betterment of the relations between both sexes. I'm trying to strike a balance here and I'm making a noble sacrifice to do it so it's not funny.

Okay.. here goes the result of my research.

It was a Sunday afternoon. My mother wanted to go out shopping and I was like "uhh that stupid boring activity with no purpose" again. But suddenly a voice at the back of my head reminded me of my research and I immediately snapped out of my boyish state. I wanted to be a good boy girl and join mama in shopping!

So I went up to her and went like, "Mummy, can I go shopping with you, pleaseeeeeeeee?"

She kind of looked shocked, but she asked me if I was sure. Of course I was! After all I had to see what was the fun in shopping. The first sacrifice had been made - leveling up in Gunbound for a trip down Orchard Road. So much for opportunity cost - I didn't sign up for this, but for the sake of my research I persevered.

Well as I was walking down Orchard Road there was this great temptation to pop in any sports store and start checking out the soccer balls. Plus it was World Cup fever and I think I was getting a fever by avoiding all the sports stores. I was going mad. I was going bonkers looking at all the dresses and wondering what on earth could girls see in them.

Then suddenly. The voice at the back of my head struck again.

I'm a girl. I'm a girl. I'm a girl, dammit!

Oops. Now now, girls aren't exactly inclined to swear in public aren't they? For no reason I started to give a sickly sweet smile, and I think some members of the public were starting to wonder who this crazy sicko was. They were probably right - I was getting sick of shopping and I was going crazy, but now I'm a girl and I'm sooo crazy over shopping! Yay <3 shopping!!

We walked past a shop where I saw a poster of a model. Her dress looked so immaculate, so perfectly designed, so suitably tailored for the model. Every detail was in place. I wanted to take a picture to show all of you on this blog but I didn't bring a camera so I found a similar picture on the Net.

Which reminds me, you'd better thank me for this picture because I sifted through lots of crap (as in really A LOT OF TRASH) before finally finding this picture which is similar to the one I saw. You know how annoying the search engine can be at times.

Anyway back to the point, I saw the picture of the model somewhat like the one above. And to reiterate my point the dress was sooooo well-designed that I HAD to point it out to my mother.

"Mummyyy.. did you see that? Her dress is so GLAM la!"

My mum: "Err.. glam?"

She didn't quite get girl talk did she! I was feeling like quite a failure. Nevertheless I wasn't going to rattle on and on about how lovely the dress was or how glam it really looked, so I let it pass.

Then we walked past a CD shop.

And I saw this @$*&%#&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;^@$&*&%@#! bugger.






Don't know why everytime must see his kpkb face that's never smiling. Whole day give that sort of black face as if someone wants to punch him. Well at this rate he's more than likely to get a punch from any gangster. I mean, look at the picture again. Doesn't his face spell out "H. I. T. M. E."?

Ack and my demure girly mind took over.

"Mummyyy.. look at Jay Chou! He's sooooooo cuteeeeeeeeeeee!"

Shit, I really regretted saying that because some guy who happened to be walking past while I made that comment started bursting out in laughter. And my mother was like kind of stunned, because she thought all the while I had this vendetta against Jay Chou. Not now - when I have turned into the New Age Girl.

Mum: "I thought you never liked him?"
Me: "Ya but now he's so kawaii~~~~~~~"

And people were starting to stare so I said I wanted to go to the toilet. In case you were wondering, I still went to the males' toilet because feminism is not a physical state - it is the state of the mind. So it's ALL IN THE MIND, man. IT'S ALL IN THE MIND.

Had to be female in soul. Had to be female in spirit. Had to be female by heart.

Okay so I came out of the toilet resolving to just maintain the feminine state of mind. And just to prove that I was kinda interested in Jay Chou (ya right), I told my mother that I wanted to buy one of his discs. My determination to get his latest album (which is quite outdated anyway) really surprised my mother, but then again I'm paying for it so she didn't really care.

We came to the section where all the Jay Chou CDs were. There was this huge collection of them. As in there were really many of them, a damn wide variety.

Me: "Look! Jay Chou got so many albums worrrrrrx~~~~~"

Mum: "Eh. Are you okay or not?"

I was about to do the Hard Gay "okayyy" when I stopped myself in time.

Me: "Sure." (smiles sweetly)

Mum by then wasn't amused anymore.

Mum: "I think you have a fever, let me touch your forehead."

...

Okay forget being a girl. I think I had enough.

I walked out of the CD shop and headed for the MRT station. Then wait.. no, something was amiss. Having regained my manly status, I began my long walk home.


P.S. I hope the results of my research proves conclusive.