trust

Day 10:
Wow, sorry, I have lost track of time and I honestly don't even know what day this is? I'm going to assume it's day 10 because that's what I counted up.

Today, I encountered one of the toughest heartbreaks ever that I cannot even explain all of this............
Wow, I just realized how much I hate typing up my life on this.
I'm going to stick to writing with pen and paper.
Okay, bye.

The lights, the buzz

Day 6:

Never blogged from a phone before...haha I'm a little on the poetic side tonight so I guess I'll write a poem...

The stars twinkle,
so ever-lasting.
The moon gleams,
so breath taking.
My eyes gaze at the mysterious, night sky,
always keeping you in mind.
A shooting star glides across the sky,
its what we've been trying to find.
I look up, and can only think you,
Can only hope that somewhere, someplace,
You're looking up at the same sky,
Thinking only of me
: )

Goodnight and goodbye
Until furthermore,
Nitasha

Listen to your heart

Day 5:

1. My apologizes for not writing yesterday, but honestly yesterday was exceptionally boring that there was no need for me to write. 

2. Listen to your heart has to be one of the most heart-touching movies I have seen in a while. Simply, purely magical. Critics? Yes, I'm sure there's plenty of those around, but I guess I'm the girl who spots out the perfections rather than the flaws. Blame me for appreciating the beauty of love. My eyes, still swollen from crying, ache to see more and my heart desires to be felt by the love that was dispersed throughout the movie. This film has it all: love, heartbreak, laughter, pain, family, drama. There is no doubt that this movie isn't going on my top favorites list. Goes to show that life doesn't always end in a happily ever after scene.

3. Slowly, but surely, I think I'm falling for you. I know, I know - how can I? I've only seen him twice and only once when I were sober. I'm not exactly sure what part I'm falling for; either him or the fact that someone finally has diverted their full attention to me. I have been the eager type, always wanting someone there to call me their own.
I want to believe myself when I say he's different, but is he really? Or that just another facade that men like to put on? No, no it can't be. But alas, this is too good to be true. My heart and my brain are in utter disagreement and I can pick neither to follow, because both make such astounding points.
As much I want to start liking you (too late, already happened) there's a part of me that wants to keep myself disclosed, keep myself to, well...to myself. I  don't know what it is about you but you have definitely cast some sort of spell over me. And please listen when I tell you this, and listen carefully, that I'm a foolish, young girl that happens to go head over heels for guys like you. And please, just this once, prove to me that not all boys are the same. That you really ARE different, unique, and everything that I picture you to be. Don't let my hopes down, only a few more months until I'll be in Seattle again. Until then, prove yourself really worthy. 

Always, 

your moon, your starry sky,

Nitasha

LATE

Day 3:


Too tired.
Went to the gasstation.
Had "the talk" with my dad.
-same pretext as last time
Met the sexiest dentist ever.
-i'm in love
Watched Pulp Fiction

The end.


--will write more tomorrow. sorry

What you see is what you get...

Day 2:

So, today started off...we...on a very late note. I woke up around 1:05, proceeded to take a shower, and kick off my day. Wait, what day? My day was as blank as the paper before the ink scribbles its wonders on top of it; now i just need to find my pen, to add miracles to my life. 

My parents ignored me, no surprise there. Something in the back of my mind told me I should talk to my sister though, and I very much did try. I tried talking to her about Jaime but of course my brother had to interrupt. 

After about 2 hours of being awake, I decided to nap and had a wonderful dream. It was the feeling of being truly happy and just not caring about the world. I was with the man I loved and there was no one that could separate us. Then the sudden abruptness above me of my brother running up the stairs and yelling my name... "DIDI, DIDI!!!" : ) And this is why I'm still in this house. Because of my siblings love. My sister and I looked up what our astrological animals meant and I discovered that in Rooster "you get what you see" and I'm not too sure how I feel about this. What's on the outside of me is definitely not what's on the inside so I'm skeptical about this statement. But who am I to judge myself?

I finally decided to text Jaime, and he texted back. Although the conversation only has to do with stars and me, the little knot my stomach when I receive his text is one of the best feelings ever! I love unlocking my phone and wondering what this CAPS LOCK boy will write to me next...hehe. Still...no expectations. 

Now, here I am; waiting for Jaime's text, watching Pulp Fiction in the next window, and writing about my day. 

Dear Summer,

PLEASE get better!

Love,

Nitasha

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars

Life is like an onion; you peel back the layers and sometimes you can't help but cry

As I watch handicapped people cross the street, walk around town, or even at the mall, I can't help but feel sorry for them. No, it's not one of those pity sorries where I wish I never end up like this, it's the kind of sorry that makes me realize how thankful I should be for my life...

Growing up, mama always told me to thank God for giving up limbs that work well, giving us a roof to cover our heads, and giving us foods to fill our stomach but I took all of that for granted. Heck, I still take all of that for granted.

After watching this video and knowing the type of person this man has become, I feel like I should make an impact on people's lives. I sit here, dwell over my mistakes, and press repeat. I ask myself over and over again that why can't I learn from my mistakes the first time around?...

But this guy, who doesn't have arms, can embrace someone better than I. This guy, who doesn't have legs, can outrun me in the race against living. Definitely has me thinking about what direction I want my life to head to. And the path that I'm treading on right now just isn't cutting it.

Maybe, just maybe, it's time for a change...
life is supposed to be a journey, and journeys cannot be completed without moving around.

The days of summer

So, I've decided to make a journal entry for EVERY day this summer. Why? Simply to keep myself busy, simply to rid myself of boredom, and simply for pleasure. 
Well, let's take a ride this summer...

Day 1:
Although I've been through a lot of tough shit with my parents, never have I felt this disowned in my life. A quick glimpse at me and that's it. "What would you like to eat?" ... end of conversation. I know I've screwed up, I've screwed up a lot actually, but what else can I do? I'm a college student...on the verge of finding happiness. Trying to get somewhere in my life. I feel like I will never be able to satisfy my parents and they'll never be pleased with me. There's honestly nothing that I can, or will, do. Other than my horrendous and awkwardness with my parents, I unpacked, which actually took a lot longer than expected. I didn't realize how much stuff I had until NOW. Not even while I was packing up did I notice. But, one more box to go and I'm all situated...just like the old times.
And last, but definitely not least, this boy.

What is he to me? I don't know.
How does he feel about me? I don't know.
Does he ever want to see me again? I don't know.
... boys. What to do, what to do? I've been talking to him for a week...a little smooching here and there and it seemed like he was interested at first. Now, it's all a jumbled mess. It's like how it always is with boys...NOTHING! We've been texting non-stop for a while and all of sudden, he doesn't text me at all today. Yes, yes.."calm down, drama queen. it's just one day" but if only my heart would run the same pace as my mind. My expectations are very bleak right now and I'm not going to look forward to anything because, well, that never gets me anywhere.

And for now,
adios, hasta la vista baby, sayonara, and until next time:
Yours truly ♥

the end.

Well....i survived one year of college. on my own, independent, and without anyone else. as sit here in this packed up room and look around, my eyes drown with tears and my heart aches with pain. it literally seems like just yesterday i had moved in, afraid, afraid of what kind of new adventures this new place would bring. and now that i take the time to reflect, it's been one HELL of a ride. everything from the frat parties to the ER visits to falling down the stairs to all the boy dramas...this has definitely been a year to remember. the freedom was sweet, while it lasted, and the memories are irreplaceable. so many people that i've met along the way...and i'm thankful for meeting all of those people. some showed me the person that i shouldn't become while others showed me an inspirational role model to look up to. damn, it's all over. one year down, and 3 more to go. and again, it feels like graduation all over again. i won't be moving away from my parents, i'll be moving away from my house; the home which i've become so accustomed to...the people i've become so used to seeing every morning. so much to do still but there's nothing that i can do. it's all over. the end. time to pack up and start over again. i had my fair share of fun, now time to handle the consequences.

life

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death. Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death.

Indescribable

Inspiration

We are hard pressed on every
side, but not crushed;
perplexed, but not in despair,
persecuted, but not abandoned;
struck down, but not
DESTROYED.

-2 Corinthians 4:8-9

Let's pause and appreciate life.

So much has been happening in the world around me that, finally, I have taken the time to sit down and actually think my life through. It's quite sad how many people cry and whimper over the little things in life. "Oh no, I lost my earring" is the phrase that I've actually used today, but what is an earring compared to losing your house? I get so devastated every time I hear the news about the diaster in Japan. Imagine having your entire life gone in the blink of an eye. But the thing that makes me wonder even more is the fact that, if my life were to end any minute, could I tell myself that I felt accomplished? That I felt happy? That I told the people around me how much I love them. Of course all of this sounds so cliche, just like the saying "Live your life to the fullest".
Growing up, my mother always pestered me to keep thanking God for giving me a healthy body, giving me a roof over my head, giving me enough food that I can be satiated with. Yet, I never took any of that into account until I grew older. I am so thankful for everything that I have in life right now, EVERYTHING. I have a nasty habit of getting mad at the littlest incidents and then pouting over it for another day or two. But, there are SO many people in this world who would kill to have even a slice of my life. And here I am, crying over a lost earring.
I've developed a new goal for myself. I want to help with the poverty in this world. I don't care what country, I don't care what age, I just want to do something about it. For now, I want to try to help with the diaster in Japan and later, possibly help with the hunger issues in the world. We consume so much food and not once do we think that, even a piece of bread, we could be doing something to help the less fortunate.
I am so thankful for all that my mother has taught me and the values that she raised me with. I just wish I would have realized sooner how much I actually take life for granted. From now on, no more whining and crying over the little things in life.

And God bless all the people in Japan. My prayers are with all the families who have so much courage and strength for being able to go through with this.

Back to Reality.

I sometimes forget how nice it feels to be back with the family. 

At first, I was doubting my decision to go back with my parents but I am definitely 100% happy with my decision. It's such a great feeling to let go of everything and just focus on the people who love you so much and who you would give everything up for! The worst part is always the parting that comes on that Sunday morning. So much tensions and tears that are held back. Every time I look at my Mama, she looks like she's about to break down into tears and I can tell she tries her best to keep those tears back. Worry can be spotted in her eyes, and  I just want to hold her and never let her go. 

But, unfortunately, everything has to come to an end. 

It's always so great to be able to be your TRUE, ACTUAL self around your family. Not saying that I can't do that around friends, it's just a different act around the loved ones. 

On Friday, I found a folded up piece of paper in the library. I unfolded it (I was about to sit down in the seat where the note was placed) and I fell in LOVE with this person. 

The piece of paper contained a piece of work that was simply m-a-g-n-e-f-i-c-i-e-n-t! I didn't really know what to expect when I first started reading it but at the end of the poem, I had turned green with envy! This person knows how to write, and it's not the type of writing that should linger in the back, this is the type that I would expect to find in poetry collection. 

It was so visual and so touching that I was in awe. I didn't know what to do with myself but surely I was inspired. I kept the note with me and wrote a poem of my own (obviously not as good as this person's) and left it on the my seat for another person to find.

How nice would it be to continue leaving poems for everyone else to read and for others to be inspired like I was? 

Rewind, pause, play.

I have been struggling greatly these past fews days. Wondering about my future and how it will turn out. For as long as I can remember, I always envisioned myself with a stethoscope around my neck and that stainless, white coat draping past my knees. Yet, now that I look at how bumpy and the rocky the path actually is, I am completely stumped, at a crossroad, and contemplating which route is for me. There is a part of me that yearns to let go of my life-long dream, but an even bigger part that thinks this silly idea is perhaps just a misconception.
This is only my first year in college and I'm already on the verge of losing my sanity. I repeatedly have to keep myself in check and calm myself down. I occasionally find myself thinking of other life choices, but that's not what I want. I have never been the type of person to give up on something and start anew. I cannot let go of my childhood dreams and shatter my own destiny.
Unfortunately, I feel that more and more people are losing faith in me, just as I, myself, am losing faith in my future. My parents have begun to doubt my decisions and the choices I am currently making. My life seems like a big, black hole. Everything I love around me is being engulfed by the vicious empty space. Sooner or later, I too will fall victim to its trap.
I need to somehow escape and force myself back to reality! I need to focus on my dreams and keep those in mind ... because the horizon isn't too far from here. As long as the horizon is in sight, I shall be good to go.

For now, off to find the horizon. 

PASSION

"...the joy in life doesn't usually come in long stretches for hours at a time, month after month, year after year . . . but in moments."
- unknown

Overindulgence

The witty, short-stemmed flower rests amongst the rest; hidden, hidden in a deep array of variety. The others, roses and tulips and daisies, stand straight with confidence. Stand, flaunting their beautiful nature. The breeze from the south picks up and the flowers gracefully dance with the southern breeze. Their peaceful sway produces a melodious pattern and, one after the other, all flowers begin to excite. Yet, the short-stemmed flower seeks for protection from the neighboring plants. It begins to tremble as the breeze tickles its tiny stem and the tip of its leaves. The low confidence of the flower turns such a beauty in a wilting, helpless soul. Shame and belittlement overpowers the poor form of life.

Yet, the breeze picks up again and the air fills with glitter. The glitter that empowers the little flower and gives the flower hope. Hope to become something that no one else is or something that no one else can be. The glitter mixed wind weeds its way through the flowers and reaches the tiny, little figure. The plant straightens out and stands up straight. Straight enough so the crowd of flowers hoarding around are able to see him. The little flower whispers to the wind "Bring it!" and the glitter soon turns into little, white cotton flakes flying around the air. The witty flower has turned out to be the most astonishing miracle the others have seen. Miracle, yes, because overcoming oneself is the biggest priority of all.

To live for yourself and not care for others, that's the main lesson of life. Let miracles take place where you want them to, not where others perceive them to be.

To warp it all up

Today definitely had its perks...actually today only consisted of perks. Arrgh. The day started off with me waking up 15 minutes before my chemistry lab started, which meant I had NO time to get ready and had to run out the door and to the chemistry building in under 10 minutes. I come back from lab, 3 hours later, and instead of being a studious student, I fall asleep for 2 hours. Considering that my next class started 3 hours later, I still had to shower and get ready for the day. So, I get in the shower and my toothbrush holder falls down upon the shower stalls. Oh great! As I reach down to grab it, my foot slips and next thing I know, I am on my bum, in the shower, trying to pick up my toothbrush holder. EWW! Such a bad experience.

Math was just unbearable because I didn't know what I was doing, neither did my TA. An additional 3 hours of math constituted most of my day. Then, I come back to my dorm and have to face my favorite flower, Daisy! Not the situation that I wanted to add to my already drowning day. Yet, she continued to talk about her life and I really could give a damn!
And now, here I sit, studying for sex, starting on chemistry homework, and trying to comprehend the math. What a pleasant day.

Why are Tuesday's even included in the calendar? 


On a brighter note, tomorrow is a Wednesday and it SHALL be a better day. Bring it.

I've got the best of both worlds.

Although I should probably be studying for my midterms this week and next week, the power decided to play a little trick on me and went out! Hoorah for power shortages...only in my room though? I think I have been sitting at my desk, without the lights, for at least 10 minutes now. Com'on, this is no way to treat a person who is "studying" ;)
I am absolutely lovin' the dark silhouette of the tree from outside my window though. So mysterious, yet at the same time, so intriguing. It gives me the chills just because I don't know what to expect when I look at it. I feel like it's branchs are all going different directions and I have to decide which one to choose. Yet, as I approach these branches, they fade away onto the carpet in my room and it's just an empty mess. Oooh!
So, while walking to the math study center today, I experienced something inevitably amazing. Just out of nowhere, my mind went into poetry mood and I began to receite poetry. I just loved the way the nature around me was, everything was so clear and crisp. The leaves dripping with rain and then sound of distant crickets and insects. I actually truly appreciated nature today. I felt so calm by everything that was surrounding me that I definitely dreaded walking inside the building. But, everything has to come to an end someday. Oh, sweet, sweet nature. How alluring you are!

I swear that if the power goes out one more time, I'm going to turn ballistic!!

A Mid-Summer Night's Dream

I sit here, alone, on the day of the lovers. My heart races back and forth, back and forth, waiting for that special someone to knock. The minutes tick away and the impatience begins to rise. My hands quiver at every sound and my heart jumps at every pang. What's going on with me? Why do I feel like this? Feel as if there is someone actually worth waiting on.
The glitter of my pink nailpolish distracts me as I look down upon the keyboard in dismay. I stare at the puzzling nature of glitter, which helps me take my mind off of the horrendous things that I have been thinking of. The faint smell of red-velvet cupcakes take me away to another world. A world full of chocolate and love. Why does this world seem so fun? Why have I always wished to belong in this world? I quickly snap out of this world and look down upon the pink and white deliciousness. My mouth waters as I stare at the chocolate heart adorned in the middle of the cupcake. AH! Why do I keep doing this to myself? Snap out of it, Nitasha! Snap out of it!
The harmonious Antonio Vivaldi plays in the background and, again, I am in a completely different world. The music soothes my uprising nerves and my muscles begin to relax. I think my heart catch up to the pace of my brain and my life begins to slow down. Perfect! Just the kind of relaxation that I've been longing for. Yes, this day may be for the lovers, it may be to express your love, or it may simply be to tell someone how you feel about them. Yet, for me, this day doesn't hold as much importance as other days. Why? Because I have everything I need in my life. My life is worth living for, not worth waiting for.
And there ends the epiphany to my mid-summer night's dream.
Thank you, classical music, thank you very much.

Wherefore Art Thy Romeo?

"For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds."

Oh, Shakespeare, what a writer he was. From love stories, to deaths; from poems, to stories. Sometimes, I wish I were as talented as this man. Writing has always been a passion of mine, yet to write on such an intricate and beautiful level like Sir Shakespeare, ay there's the rub! Out of all the writers/poet that I have ever come across, Shakespeare has to be on the top (along with the magnificent Edgar Allen Poe, of course!). I don't understand how pure talent can run so genuinely in these few people. Where, oh where, has my talent gone? Why have I not acquired such lavishing skills? If Shakespeare were alive, I would personally go to him and ask him to tutor me in writing. And perhaps, I could have a small chance of acquiring some of his talents.


Hmmm...perhaps I have found what I want to do with my life now?! 

More than me.

It's funny how you say one thing and then act another. My goal was to pass all of my midterms...I think I passed two. My chemistry midterm, on the other hand, was a total failure. I don't know what to do with my life anymore! I don't know if I should give up or strive to become better. I've been on a very thin string with chemistry already and I think this midterm kind of tore me away from it. If I don't pass chemistry, I won't ever be able to get into the profession I want. Yet...what exactly is this profession? In the corner of my mind, the corner with dust and darkness, I want to become a person that the world has never seen. A person that my parents would never imagine me to become. A person that would surprise all of my friends. And especially a person that I could enjoy. Now, before the finger pointing begins, I'm not trying to say my life sucks(completely), I just always feel incomplete. There is always this little piece of me that's just floating in, oh heavens knows where it's floating. My heart wishes I could write poetry, so I could become the next Shakespeare. My heart desires I was artistic, so I could become the next Picasso. My heart has so many desires that I don't think I will fulfill even one, let alone the hundred others. What am I to do with my life? I need a path because so far, I've been traveling in tall, hazy corn fields. And that just isn't cutting it. I want a clear, cut path that tells me what the calling of my life is... Oh! how I wish that path would hurry up and present itself already.

Word of the day: best friend.
What does this word mean? Because I truly have no clue what this word means or where it originates for in myself. I am such a hopeless person that I cannot find myself a true best friend. What does this tell me about myself? Where the hell am I going with my life? I need someone there to coordinate me with my decisions, not just help me better define them. I want someone there to tell me right from wrong, not give me reasons on both sides. Ah! I can't endure this torture anymore. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be lost. I want everything in my life that I see other people having. Where is my fun? Where is my smarts? Where are my friends? Boyfriend? Family?
I don't think I can grow up any faster...

Perpetual Insomniac

Nothing can beat staying up until 4 each night to "study" for midterms. For some odd reason, I can't seem to concentrate. I think it might my ADHD kicking in or perhaps my nocturnal self. The nighttime is such a mysterious time. And I love mysteries.

Today was Daisy's birthday and what better place to celebrate a girls 19th birthday than to take her out to Hooters. Oh yes, we went there! Not the type of restaurant that someone would wear heels and a nice shirt to...but I did. Oops. Other than the impolite service and the buttcheeks and boobies hanging out, everything was great!

I am starting to notice some change in people though. Particularly people that I really thought would have had a big impact on my life. I get random mood swings that makes me ignore/become annoyed with people and the fact that this interferes with my conversation with them is a bad thing! There really isn't anything that I can do though. I try to stop myself but sometimes I cannot control my emotions and if I'm not treated with respect, I'm sorry, but I will not treat you with respect either.

Today is my daddy's birthday! Oh, how I wish I was there with my family, having our traditional birthday celebrations that never seem to vary from one birthday to the next. Mom baking the cake and cooking the favorite dish of the birthday person, sister and I decorating the cake, and my brother doing..well...nothing! The atmosphere is just something that I never sense anywhere else. I truly miss my family and cannot wait to see them again! But for now, my goal is to focus on my work and try to pass all of my midterms this week and the next. Wish me luck!!

My birthday is in exactly 5 days! AHHH!

The pathetic fallacy on a gloomy day

I look around the world and not a creature is stirring. I walk amongst puddles of filth and the mushy mud gets stuck to my feet. I walk deeper into the woods, hoping to find what I am looking for. The thunder roars a powerful cry and I begin to shiver in my clothes. 1...2...3...4...lightening. The storm gets closer and darkness falls upon the path. For once in my life, I begin to tremble at the sounds of thunder, close my eyes to the mystic lightening. Boom, kaboom, boom, kaboom. An explosion goes off in my mind and the thunder soon reaches me. Everything disappears, everything but the thunder, lightening, and myself. I try to run but there is no where to go. I feel the suspense, I feel the inanimate nature look down upon me. Laugh at my stupidity and challenge me more. I run, run to nowhere. I can hear the thunder hurling on behind me. Why is this happening? Why am I running? Running from the things that I used to love. I stop, and look straight up to the heavens. Why are You testing me, God? I am a helpless girl that falls in the wrong paths. Show me the path of righteousness. Show me the rays of sunshine behind the massive dark clouds.

A few seconds later, I am drenched with rain. The rain that suddenly calms me, makes me forget about my worries and makes me realize my blessings. The rain washes away my past and the thunder rolls in the opposite direction. I look all around me and memories of my past flood my mind. I break down, fall to my knees, and yell a hysteric cry. What have I made myself into? This isn't the person I am, nor the person that I ever wanted to become. I gather myself up and walk.

Not only have I forgotten about my past, but I have set new goals for myself. I feel a little jump in my heart and my stomach begins to churn. I am changed. I can't live this life full of lies. I have found my goals in my life and I am heading to them, taking first class!

A ray of sunshine perceives overhead and I know that He has been listening. A smile stretches across my face and the darkness disappears. In front of me stands a rainbow. A rainbow that is more vivid than anything I have ever seen. Now, to get to the end of the rainbow.

Cheers to the Assholes.

Every now and then, you will meet people that make a major impact on your life. People that you would have never imagined. I've learned the hard way about who these people are in my life. I am sincerely grateful to have met such amazing people! And I am SO glad that these people have changed me for the better.

I guess the blog title really does incorporate into this post. Actions indeed DO speak louder than words. Never in my life have I been so helpless and so ashamed. I have recently learned my lesson on drinking and now I have learned my lesson on the places I decide to go to. NEVER again will I go to a fraternity house. They have always been "pigs", "pussy-hungry", and "assholes" in my eyes but today asshole has been given a brand new definition.

Tricking a girl into announcing something over the microphone and then forcing her into the pool...is there even a word to describe that? The moment that I knew I was going into the pool, I felt like the biggest idiot in the world. Biggest idiot because I trusted a frat guy. Biggest idiot because people were laughing at me. Biggest idiot because I actually assumed something good would be coming out of this. And lastly, biggest idiot because I made my friend stand up for me and I couldn't even do that for her. She tried her hardest for them not to push me in, and then I couldn't do anything when they tried to do that to her. I honestly do not anyone that would be willing to go as far as she went. Not only did she raise in my eyes, she made me realize what kind of fucking world this is. Guys are assholes and girls are bitches. You always have to have a guard up and make sure you have eyes on the back of your head 'cause you never know what is going to happen.

I am so thankful for the friends I have, the friends I know that will always stick up for me! And I hope I will be able to return the favor in the near future. And as for the guys who think they are "macho" and "cool" because they pushed a girl in, how about you learn how to be a gentleman and RESPECT GIRLS! There will be a point in your life when you will be infected with every STI and pray for a girl that will love you, not your dick. But until then, have fun pushing helpless girls in the pool and then laugh as her reputation gets tarnished. Perhaps fuck her afterwards?

I want to know where the chivalrous men are hiding? Because I really want to see if they still exist. If you're out there, come out soon!

Anyways, CHEERS TO THE FUCKING ASSHOLES. Have a good life.