Friday, September 22, 2006
{ 3:40 AM }
Women spell trouble. We are too complicated for our own good.
We want to be in a committed relationship but don't want to give up our freedom to flirt, make out with other guys and just "hang out" with them or have "fun", so we say.
We ask our boyfriend's whether some other girl looks hot, expecting an honest reply and when they reply in the affirmative, we get pissed.
We ask them whether we look good in whatever we're wearing and honestly, it's not even a question, more like a "say yes but make it sound real or else I'll strangle you"
We tell them when they get too clingy that we need "space" (very bs, i feel) but during out spacious time out, we feel neglected and ignored by them.
We tell them not to call or text 'cos we're mad at them but when they really don't do it we flare up even more.
It's also okay for us to be half an hour tardy but when they're a minute, well maybe not a minute say five minutes late, the volcano erupts.
During a radio interview, the late Steve Irwin was asked what his scariest moment in life was. The fearless, crocodile hunter, who deals with carnivorous animals and comes into close proximity with death on a daily basis, his reply: "when I walked down the aisle to marry Terri". Hah!
At this rate, I'm not surprised that they're more spinsters now compared to 50 years back. I, on the other hand, want to get married and save myself from spinsterhood, so I have become more tolerant of my boyfriend's doings and non-doings.
If there's one thing men should not be required to understand is why one, two, eight, seventy three pairs of shoes and bags are almost always never enough. This is one question, I myself often wonder too and until to date have no logical explanation.
It's innate and part of us, so dear boyfriend just drop it and deal with it already, like how we have to deal with all other unexplainable junk you fellas do. But that's anotehr story.
We are damn complicated creatures, I need more women to agree with me.
PICTURES from random mixed up ocassions
Women spell trouble. We are too complicated for our own good.
We want to be in a committed relationship but don't want to give up our freedom to flirt, make out with other guys and just "hang out" with them or have "fun", so we say.
We ask our boyfriend's whether some other girl looks hot, expecting an honest reply and when they reply in the affirmative, we get pissed.
We ask them whether we look good in whatever we're wearing and honestly, it's not even a question, more like a "say yes but make it sound real or else I'll strangle you"
We tell them when they get too clingy that we need "space" (very bs, i feel) but during out spacious time out, we feel neglected and ignored by them.
We tell them not to call or text 'cos we're mad at them but when they really don't do it we flare up even more.
It's also okay for us to be half an hour tardy but when they're a minute, well maybe not a minute say five minutes late, the volcano erupts.
During a radio interview, the late Steve Irwin was asked what his scariest moment in life was. The fearless, crocodile hunter, who deals with carnivorous animals and comes into close proximity with death on a daily basis, his reply: "when I walked down the aisle to marry Terri". Hah!
At this rate, I'm not surprised that they're more spinsters now compared to 50 years back. I, on the other hand, want to get married and save myself from spinsterhood, so I have become more tolerant of my boyfriend's doings and non-doings.
If there's one thing men should not be required to understand is why one, two, eight, seventy three pairs of shoes and bags are almost always never enough. This is one question, I myself often wonder too and until to date have no logical explanation.
It's innate and part of us, so dear boyfriend just drop it and deal with it already, like how we have to deal with all other unexplainable junk you fellas do. But that's anotehr story.
We are damn complicated creatures, I need more women to agree with me.
PICTURES from random mixed up ocassions
