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You see the whole problem with my life is that.
get this.
There are too little guys.
Now now, before you get me wrong, i'm not some guy-whoring whore. i don't live for men cause we all know they are all dicks underneath everything else (pun unintended), but it's how girls behave around guys that make me feel so damn sick.
The problem with my life is, no matter where i'm studying, there are always a shortage of guys in my class. I suspect, that Romancing Singapore didn't quite work out for the government and they have decided to start young.
I suspect, they meddle with the class arrangements in every institution to make sure that the girl to guy ratio in every class is 10: 2.
How fucking unfair is that?
You might ask. If you didn't give a shit about guys, then why are you complaining?
HAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING?!?!
I repeat: it's the way the girls behave in front of the guy because there are so little guys that piss the hell out of me.
When there are like, let's say, 7 guys in a class, the girls are bound to surround them rite? And the guys are like home-free! They get to hang out with any girl they want and they don't have to compete for attention.
No wonder they all become wimps eventually. But that's not the point.
The point is i look at the way some girls smile so radiantly when guys talk to them when before they were looking as though their cat got run down by a double decker bus with spiked tyres.
I look at the way they change their attitude when guys talk to them as compared to when I talk to them. Their voice changes from Sadako's to Strawberry Shortcake's. Though i reckon both are equally disgusting.
I look at the way they will do ANY favour for the guy yet when i ask them to they give me the 'who-am-i-to-you' look.
It pains me.
It makes me feel like killing the guys.
It makes me feel like killing the girls.
Sometimes, it even makes me feel like killing myself. Cause i don't wanna be like this too! I don't wanna give a shit about the guys, but when i do that it makes me hostile, but i'm not a hostile person and that makes me confused. And then i get so pissed i just wanna kill everyone.
Even in SA there were only like 4 or 5 damn guys in a class, and though things weren't that bad cause really we were all just friends, it was just still wrong. I felt as though i was still in a girls school. You know, that really screws things up. I would much rather being in a girls' school than being in a co-ed school with a majority of girls.
WHAT IS THE POINT?!
Girls bitch. BUT, when there are guys, but only a limited number, especially when there are a limited number, girls bitch even more!
Another question: why do girls forgive guys so easily but they can just as easily hate their girlfriends over some little shit?
Can anyone answer my question? Cause i honestly believe i can live without men. They can all go suck my toes.
Girls. Let's practice Ignore a Guy for a Day.
It's good for your skin.
And here's to you Guys: If you happen to like a girl, just wait and see. See how she treats her girlfriends. Listen to how she speaks to her girlfriends. More often that not, girls who treat their girlfriends really well are the truly nice ones.
But what do you care. A blow-up doll would do just fine.
Hour glass figure + Looks + Plastic smell (you need a psychiatrist) = Perfect Girl.
At least they don't bitch. So hey! They are in fact the perfect girlfriends!
Get one for yourself today! Sold in all major sex toys stores. Clothes sold seperately. Brains not included.
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Now. To something else.
I want to thank somebody for caring for me even though I was fine already. I appreciate it ALOT. As much as how i want to eat Fried Mars Bars. I never thought anyone would really try to find out what went wrong but apparently you did. And i thank you for that. Our friendship's kinda weird ain't it. Weird but good. =)
I just wanna say. THANK YOU.
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