The power of speech

The smell of NTU Lee Wee Nam library have not changed since I left. The moment you step on the last flight of steps facing the glass door, you can feel the gust of the freezing cold air and then came this distinctive smell. Till today, I do not know what or why the smell. How I miss this place :)
Anyway, I am glad that Baby Kaed is doing so well. On the hand, I am running out of stock a bit sooner than expected. However, 2 weeks time, I promise to bring them back.
Me and my husband were just talking in the car the other day - giving each other updates on our progress.. and then he cut me in and said,"You're too sensitive." Not in a demeaning way. But as a matter of factly. I just then realize that, unlike him, I not only offer facts and figures but also my emotions.. :) Expressing my frustrations and delights for every account of my progress. I guess, we, girls do that all the time. And it becomes second nature to us that we never realise we are doing it.
So why am I pointing this out? Because the moment I tried isolating my feelings into our discussion, I can no longer offer great insights and ideas. Like as if my mouth was taped and then I try to speak (well, that's a bit exaggerating..but you get the idea)
So, men, listen up. It does not hurt you to listen but somebody is sure to get hurt if you don't let us speak up.