walk the talk* 

It's been a good two weeks since I had this telephone conversation with a very close girlfriend. And yet this joke has been constantly playing peek-a-boo on my mind since.

After much updates on eachother's lives, Jo and I both realised that one of our major weaknesses is that we are very vocal. At times, downright blunt. Female versions of Simon Cowell, of American Idol fame. Not as cute, but close enough. No Brit accent either.

Why a weakness? Coz most guys don't fancy that, I think.

Then, we realised that being blunt worked well as our strengths too.

We are just simpletons. Honest beings, who express exactly what we feel and think. If we're pissed, we let you know we're pissed. And if we think you did good and we're proud of you, we say so. And we let you know if we love you. And respect you.

And we don't keep grudges. And that has to be good.

Jo's conclusion?
"Aiya, at the end of the day, we have more balls that the guys lah!"

My response?
"So, is that why we walk funny?"

Hm.

March 22, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 5:15 pm
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