Ponggo has a new nickname for me these days.  He calls me “50 words per minute”.  Well, it’s originally supposed to refer to typing but he claims that’s how much I talk when we’re together.

Talk to Me

Well, I just feel that when I’m working with (boring) documents, blogging and designing, I’m so quiet.  So, when I’m with him, I always have a lot to say!

I always end up asking him while he’s driving.  I would always ask him the following:
“So, what do you think?”
“What to you think?”
“Am I right?”
“Did I say it right?”
“Do you think it’s okay?”
“I mean, I couldn’t have done it any other way, right?”
“Hmm…”
“You’re not answering me.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Are you mad at me?”
“Talk to me.”
*silence.*
“You don’t love me anymore.”

At which point I get this reply:

“Ay nako! Ewan ko sayo sa you don’t love me anymore na yan!!?!?!”
(Stop it with that you-don’t-love-me-anymore spiel of yours!?!?!)

Yours Truly,

Ms. 50 Words Per Minute 😉

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