Why women cannot travel...

or rather why women cannot do without men while traveling.

KK while we were trying to find our way to pat pong.
"excuse me, do u know how to go to phrom poong?" she asks a average thai on the street who doesn't speak much english.

" take this way."

"it's pat pong my dear... not phrom poong...."

"SORRY FOR HELPING. B-I-T-C-H!'

while we were leaving for singapore, i said perhaps it'll be best if we find out which terminal our flight was at. and BY looked at me with the god-you-sure-are-dumb look and said, " there's only ONE bangkok airport RIGHT..." complete with the rolling of eyeballs.

and in my heart i was thinking there's only ONE changi airport too RIGHT.

it's amazing how women can go back to the shop twice and still not be able to find their way back the 3rd time.

BY when bargaining.

"how much?"
"$450 bhat!"
"$400 bhat!"
"OK!"

it's amazing too how long women can take to figure out how to open a safe. a safe which uses my credit card to open. i told them to learn and while one was applying make up, the other was just in limbo pretending to be busy.

10 mins later. " aye, how do u open the safe?"

"aye! did u hear me?"

"BITCH! !#$#^#$%@#! how do u open the safe!!!!!"


and don't u just love it when u go," what shall we do tommorrow?"
and everyone looks at you and proudly proclaims, " ANYTHING. YOU DECIDE!"
fantastic. it's as good as saying i don't want to think so you can go wreack your brains and decide what we should be going.

and it had better be good.

the day before our flight i can confidently say i was the only one who knew our flight time, our arrival time, our flight number etc etc.