i haven't said enough...
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
  guys' rules
got this from ate in, whose e-mail was surprisingly diverted to my bulk mail. i think i'm gonna put my two cents in with these entries... but considering the high inflation, should i say my buck worth of thoughts?
but then again, there's tax, so it's back down to two cents... hmmm...

learn to work the toilet seat. you're a big girl. if it's up, put it down. we need it up, you need it down. you don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

i am soooo grateful that my mom trained me pretty well about this. so far, i haven't had complaints from the ladies about putting the seat down.

sunday sports. it's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. let it be.

i'm no sports fanatic til i got here and got hooked with football. i have no idea who the people are, but i enjoy the violence.

shopping is NOT a sport. and no, we are never going to think of it that way.

true, true. if i go to the mall, i could be in and out in less than thirty minutes.

crying is blackmail.

tell me about it...

ask for what you want. let us be clear on this one: subtle hints do not work! strong hints do not work! obvious hints do not work! just say it!

HAHAHA! i remember, a close friend of mine (to those who know
her, wink! wink!), my close buds and me were drinking and i was flirting with somebody else, she out of the blue blurted out,
"'tang ina, ang manhid mo!" yes, i am, baby.

"yes" and "no" are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

and nothing in between! no gray areas!

come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. that's what we do. sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

nanay ko nga, di ko pakitaan ng simpatya... HAHA!

a headache that lasts for seven months is a problem. see a doctor.

i don't get this one...

anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument! in fact, all comments become null and void after seven days.

YES! exactly why i never write letters, because afterwards, i'll forget what
i wrote down and a letter is a physical evidence against me.

if you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.


if you think you're fat, you probably are. don't ask us.

especially me. don't ask me, i might answer!

if something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

not true for me, though.

you can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. not both. if you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.


whenever possible, please! say whatever you have to say during commercials.

HAHA! ate in knows A LOT about this when we are on the phone.

christopher columbus did not need directions and neither do we.

i can't relate to this yet, i don't drive.

ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. pumpkin is also a fruit. we have no idea what mauve is.

go get a box of crayons. you are holding a box of our limitation.

if it itches, it will be scratched. we do that.

ang hapdi, natitiis. ang kati, hindi.

if we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. we know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

i'm beginning to think i know what the seven-year head ache is all about, hehehe...

if you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.

example: the ever popular am-i-fat question.

when we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... really.

still, i could hear "do i look fat in this dress?" ringing in my head.

don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or monster trucks.

HAHA! i can't relate to this, too. i know zilch about baseball, shotguns and monster trucks.

you have enough clothes.

you are not a celebrity.

you have too many shoes.

and only a pair of feet. you are not imelda.

i am in shape. round is a shape

need i say more?
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