__.~*-+the foolishgurl+-*~.______

for the girls (and guys).

Heys.

I snitched this off armas' space =) This is for the girls who have dropped tears and suffered because of guys. doubt you guys would wanna bother reading this, but please read the last bit at least ^^ This is really long, but its really meaningful..so if you have the time please read it!

This rant was written because a nice girl finally snapped. This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong.

This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times.

This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood.

This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.

This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and f*** up the guys in their lives without saying a word.

This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds."

This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on.

For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced.

This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed.

This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt.

This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mum, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship.

This is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.

This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down.

This is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.

This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup.

This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had.

This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.

This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy.

This is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.

This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.

This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made.

Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging.

Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth?

And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing. We might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the whorey girl who welcomes those advances.

You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend, but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express.

Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.

So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?).

This is so true!! read through the whole thing if you have the time, cause you'll probably realise that many of those points listed refers to you. i can pick up at least 10-20 points that is me! xD anyways, takkaire everyone, and don't ever let a guy get to your head unless they're worth it (most of the time they're not =P).

-cUi-

wishingforyou___;
on Sunday, May 28, 2006

falling in love.

Heys.
Got all my exam results back already. Bio and maths 2U were good. english was okayokay. chem wasn't that bad, but physics was pretty bad. ecos too, even though i got an okay mark. but anyways, glad i'm dropping economics..finally!

yup. it was raining a few minutes ago, pity it stopped raining. i shulda went to sleep before the rain stopped..bummer. =/ oh well. i feel so dead..spent the whole day out yesterday and had to stay up till 1 and wake up at 6 to finish my work. tsk..i need major help in prioritising.

anyways. just wanna say, sorry for making you pay for my dinner yesterday ><"
but thankyou! (=

-cUi-
*hugs* i love you! (=

wishingforyou___;
on Monday, May 22, 2006

12 signs of falling in love.

12. You'll read his/her IMS over and over again...
11. You'll walk really really slow while you're with him/her...
10. You'll feel shy whenever you're with him/her...
9. While thinking bout him/her...your heart will beat faster and faster...
8. By listening to his/her voice...you'll smile for no reason.
7. While looking at him/her..you cant see the other people around you...you can only see that person...
6. You'll start listening to SLOW songs.
5. He/She becomes all you think about.
4. You'll get high just by their smell...
3. You'll realize that you're always smiling to yourself when you think about them..
2. You'll do anything for him/her...
1. While reading this, there was one person on your mind the whole time.

(= i hope you felt the same as i did when i read this ^^

-cUi-

wishingforyou___;
on Monday, May 15, 2006

hmm.

Heys.
Exams are over. But i think i did pretty crap in this times exam. anyways, i have another 5 more assignments to do due on wed for eng =.=

Hahahas, i'm bored out of my mind. Playing some Lord of the Flies educational game xD funny. Todays mother's day and we had a performance kinna thing in church. LOL i was doing the singing and i had to start off, naturally i screwed it up.

Oh wells. at least my exams are over =D good luck to everyone who hasn't had their mid-years yet =)

-cUi-

wishingforyou___;
on Sunday, May 14, 2006

bummer.

Heys.
Bummer, i wanted to post lyrics of ni he wo on here. But i don't think it lets me post chinese =.= oh wells.

today's chem was alright. abit harder than i thought it would be but i guess its alright. i've got physics and ext maths tml >< killer day. bleh. 4 down 4 more to go.

-cUi-

wishingforyou___;
on Monday, May 08, 2006

foolishgurl.

Heys.
whose fool i'm i? i'm nobody's fool xD i love that song.

I dono, i guess i've never relly thought about it. depends on what you define as fool.

One who is deficient in judgment, sense, or understanding.
---dictionary.com

I guess i'm a fool for life, in both sense of course (= [i made a pun! xD ..not funny..=.=] I lack judgement, sense and understanding in what life is, and what life should be. But i guess i'm the biggest fool when it comes to trusting people. how do you know who to trust and who not to? life can be so unbelievably cruel at times, don't you think? but i've learnt that its not too smart to trust every other person that comes into your life.

so..i guess you can't blame me for worrying all the time. I dono if i should trust this person or whether i should trust that person. I dono if i'm trusting the right people or whether i'm not trusting the people i should trust. sighs. life is so complicated.

oh. anyways, i've got 3 exams done, 5 more to go.

-cUi-

p.s i'm liking you more and more everyday and i'm so close to loving you..so don't ever let go of my hand (=

wishingforyou___;
on Saturday, May 06, 2006

btw.

btw, deleted some posts. no point leaving them lying around.

wishingforyou___;
on Friday, May 05, 2006

Heys.
Feeling kinna depressed now. Dono why. I feel as if everything i have right now is a dream. I feel as if i'm living in a dream. I need someone to slap me back to reality.

I was thinking today, amazed at how much I've changed; and at how much other people have changed. Just feels as if nothings real anymore. It feels like I have this thick fog around my mind and i'm just all fuddled up, lost in my own little world. I guess i just need more sleep.

But..i dono, somehow i miss the good old times. Not that i don't like my life now. But it just feels so different. Like it's changed so much..its scary. sigh. Feels as if i dono whats going on anymore, feels so lost.

will you guide me out of this maze?

-cUi-

wishingforyou___;
on Friday, May 05, 2006

still studying.

Heys.
2 exams down, 6 more to go =D
weeee~

I've got 2U maths tomorrow. Then chem, physics, extension maths. extension english, economics. Hahas, how fun. I'm not stressing as much as i should, and i've already screwed up my advanced english paper.

Aiya. Can't wait for exams to be over =.=

-cUi-

wishingforyou___;
on Thursday, May 04, 2006