She says, He thinks

The twisted truth about what we girls say and what do boys think. :)

she says: “We need to talk.”

he thinks: She needs to talk. I, on the other hand, will have to listen.

she says: "I'll just pick out a dress for our date. Just give me 10 minutes, and I'll be ready to go!"

he thinks: I'll give her 10 minutes to pick out four dresses, 30 minutes to try them al on, and 20 minutes to decide which one she'll wear tonight.

she says: "It's up to you," when asked where she wants to eat.

he thinks: It's up to me to find where she wants to eat.

she says: "Why looking at her? Is she prettier than me?"

he thinks: Liars go to hell, but the truth may take me somewhere worse.

Good thing they're gentlemen and not telling us what they thought. Haha! Here's another one from a mag I came across with:

You call him on his phone while he's with his friends. He talks to you in the most stone-cold , emotionless tone ever. You try to fight it with the sweetest of sweet talks, but all you get is a distant, "I'll call you later."

you're thinking: "He is so mean! He'd better be begging for forgiveness when he calls me later!"

on the other hand: He is most probably just as upset of what happened. A guy can talk to you in goo-goos and gah-gahs. He can give you the corniest food-related pet names. He will make those silly kissing sounds and even say good night to your teddy bear. However, in front of the boys, he is a tough guy! Trying to make him behave like his normally sweet self while in their company is like forcing the president to dance on TV.

Make sense to me. :)

re-posting my old poems

Nothing to do. Just re-posting some of my cobwebbed poems of mine. You know para indi madula, just in case, I could easily copy-paste it whenever i want.

Oct. 3, 2005: PEACEFULNESS

I live for joy, I live for peace

Or even for my man's sweet kiss

I can do that, I can do this

I can manage just live me alone please!

Don't interrupt me in my work

I know you're no that, not a jerk

I live for peace not for this

Do you want me to call a police?

Oh please stop it! Stop doing doing it!

If you have nothing to do just do a split

In all of us, why me?

Here's Lexy, Katherine and even Resa Nny.

Oh Lord of thy light

Please let this creatur out of my sight

Bring this man to hell

So that I will feel well.

(i can't seem to remember whose bugging me thattime, basta I'm busy doing something then I think according to my poem, he keeps on bugging me or something. Haha! Not sure!)

my first poem ever

Let me share to you the first poem I ever wrote.

flashback: Mga grade 6 ako ni guro ay.. about 11 years old. I remember may activity kami sa Filipino held by Sir George Arca, it is to write a filipino poem. My classmates and I were all in the state of panic kay wala kami maisip nga topic and 'twas our first time to write our first poem, plus a time limit, an hour to be exact para i-pass... no paper, no grade. Gee! So I had put some senses in my mind and came up with this:

 ANG PROBLEMA KO SA TULA

Klase ay umpisa na

Sa Filipino ako'y nagiisa

Walang maisip, walang magawa

Sa tulang ipinagagawa,

Ngayo'y naisip hulihan ay 'a'

Ay! baka mali pala

Umiiyak lumuluha

Baka malian pa.

Puso ko'y nagdurogo

sa oras na tumatakbo

Baka kunin ng sir ko

Ang papel na pinaghirapan ko.

Salamat Diyos ng buhay

Sa tulong na inalala kong tunay

Sabi ng guro ko'y mahusay

Dahil sa'yo ang buhay ko'y meron ng tulay.

Well, maybe for you 'tis just an ordinary poem. But for me 'tis a master piece. My master piece. My first poem. And I'm proud of it, di man sa pahambog. :) Especially when that time, my classmates, Sir, my mom and people complimented my work, so overwhelming. :) Dira ko lang nabal-an nga may talent gale ko di. haha!