We were all invited by the Prime Minister of Malaysia to have dinner at his official residence.
How would you load 1,100 lovely ladies on the bus?
Quite challenging.
Some pushing and bumping to get on the bus.
I wash pushed and bumped several times. Because I was not as aggressive, I allowed them to overtake me. Before I knew it, I was at the back of the line. I wanted to take a cab going to the venue- the official residence of the Prime Minister, but I was told it’s an hour away, sans traffic.
Sugod mga kababaihan.
The delegates have impressive credentials. Some are presidents in their own countries, vice presidents, cabinet ministers, top corporate honchos, ultra succesful women.
I’ve seen some with body guards.
I was about to enter the elevator when one body guard prevented me. Iniharang nya yung maskulado nyang braso sa harap ko, then this lady got on the elevator. Hmmm, ang daya!
Tapos, eto na naman, sasakay ako ng bus, hinarangan na naman ako. Mukha siguro akong pulubi.
Sa susunod nga magdadala rin ako ng body guard (joke lang).
Finally, I got on the bus.
I noticed another difference.
Travelling With men on the bus, I hear conversations, not noise.
With men, I hear snores, not noise.
With women, many are so excited to chat and converse. I could feel the energy which made me dizzy, and tired. Maybe I am less woman.
