My good friend Ruby has just told me about something that had happened to her while she was out shopping yesterday. She had wanted to try on this skirt that this other woman was trying. It didn't fit her and Ruby had asked the sales assistant if she could try it. That was the last piece and when the sales assistant asked the lady if she had wanted it and she did. Ruby was baffled and she didn't understand why she bought something that didn't fit her.

Women can either be your best friend or they are your best foe. Women are often so insecure and competitive - and when they are, they are as well as irrational as well. I went hiking yesterday morning with Taffy and his friends and family. He took his daughter Nairobi along with her friend Lelaila. Nairobi had wanted to walk Sophie and so did Lelaila. They faught over Sophie like nobody's business. In the end, we had to develop this 5 minutes system so that both girls can take turns. I reckon if it is just Nairobi alone, she'd probably won't even give a flying fuck about my dog.

When it comes to competition with another woman, I am guilty of it as well. Ever since I was young, I have developed an inferiority complex towards my cousin Jenny. Jenny is a year younger than me and throughout my entire childhood and teenage years; my mother's permanent obssession was comparing her to me.

Jenny is everything parents hope their children turn out to be. Polite, mild-mannered; Jenny studied bio- technology at the University of Singapore. You would think she is a nerd but no, she is a full 5 feet 7 inches of pure gorgeousness. She is the reincarnation of boobs on sticks ( a full cup C) and she has the most sensuous " come fuck me" mouth. In short I have every single irrational reason to hate her and I do. Till today, I feel a sense of awkwardness whenever I am around her and my defensive mode run on overdrive whenever my mother starts talking about me and her in the same breath.

I know there is no manuals for parenting; our parents learn to be parents through trials and errors. If there is one thing I think parents should never ever do is compare their child with anyone.

When my mother told me last year that Jenny has an eating disorder and had fainted in the toilet, I can't help but think well it's about time Ms. Perfect fucked up.