Bodily knowledge

This was a scary week.

Besides learning the truth about crazy work hours, I kinda got a shock from realising at least two other things this week.

When this colleague of mine (let's call her GPFG - Gamer Pencil Flower Gal) went on about putting on weight after joining the company, I kinda brushed it aside as a gal thing. She also had this body fat measurement scale thingy in the office that I bravely stepped on. It showed 67.kg with 16% body fats for me. What audacity! For the record, I've been 65kg for the longest time. Crap. It's probably a weird machine.

So anyway, I had the chance to shop a little last weekend and for crying out loud, a pair of 28" board shots was hugging and riding up my waist! ALARMS!!! And we're not even talking about jeans or some well-cut pants! I started to think what GPFG said is true after all - join the company and get fat! Reality was creeping in on me slowly man. Damn. That night I looked at this Redang photo on my table of me in trunks and I went, "Jia lat. This is gonna be gone soon man."

Crap.

Ok apart from that anatomical revelation, today I had another you-mean-I-didn't-know-that-all-this-time moment about another anatomical truth. Well, at least the truth performs the functions of cleaning a specific part of the anatomy.

Seriously, you would think that girls already have a lot of extra stuff with conditioners, toners, creams, scrubs... No. Today, I found out that there has always been a special cleansing liquid made for the ladies' parts. Yes. SERIOUSLY? And I was duly informed (again by someone from work) that this is called The Feminine Wash. I mean, seriously. If you're a guy, please tell me you haven't heard about such an inconceivable product. Why don't we have The Masculine Wash? Apparently, normal soap bites but The Feminine Wash is so delicate that it doesn't. What the... I mean bite lah! We had prickly heat powder going down our undies during NS and that sure bit like anything.

Seriously, biting doesn't mean that anything will fall off you know.

And I thought I knew enough about women's stuff.

Or my weight.