A Guy's Point Of View

"Everything has two sides to a story. Good and evil; Sweet and bitter; Love and hate; Innocent and guilty; Boys and girls."

(NOTE: This has been edited, and is not mine in the first place. In fact, after this bracket, it's all part of an edit until the end)

Girls, you may agree to this, but when it actually happens, 96% of girls don't realize it until it's too late and the guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice and appreciate him.

From a guy's point of view:

We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.

We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 AM in the morning, we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 AM that it can't wait till the next morning.

When we tell you that you're pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, cute, stunning or anything similar to that, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong, because we'll just stop trying to convince you.

One of the sexiest thing about a girl is her self confidence. (Yeah, you can quote me on that) Don't be mad when we hold the door for you. We're not being chauvinists that think you're too weak to open the door. We're trying to be a gentleman. Take advantage of the mood that we're in.

If we give you an expensive gift, don't feel guilty about it. We saved and/or worked hard to get it, and to us, you deserve it. If we got you a present that you don't like, tell us, but don't tell us in such a harsh way. There is a thing called "tact", you know. Whenever we give you gifts for no apparent reason, don't think that we're only giving it to you because we're in trouble. We do it because we love you.

Let us pay for you! Don't "feel bad" about it. We not only enjoy doing it, but it's what we expect to do. Just smile and say, "thank you."

Kiss us when no one is watching. But if you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be even more impressed.

You don't have to get dressed up for us! If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't need to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every makeup that you own. We like you for who you are and not what you are. Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her PJ's, or when she's wearing one of my T-shirts and boxers, compared to when she's all dolled up.

Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. Try to see the beauty in it.

Don't get angry easily. We never mean to hurt you. Don't be so quick to get jealous, either. Let us talk and be friends with other girls. You don't have anything to worry about. After all, we chose you.

Stop using magazines and the media as your bible. Please don't talk about "how hot Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise or Jesse McCartney is" in front of us. Frankly, we don't care. You have girlfriends for that kind of stuff.

Whatever happened to the word "handsome"?

And girls, we can not stress this enough: If you aren't being treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change. Ditch him, because he probably won't. Sorry, but guys like that are a disgrace to the male population. He's an a*s and you should find someone who will treat you with utter respect.

Someone who will honour your morals. Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest. Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes. Someone who will love you no matter how bad you make them feel, or what you do to them. Someone who will stop whatever they're doing just to look you in the eyes and say...

"I love you."

And actually mean it.

Salut,

~Josh the Joshster~

P.S. To those that know the original, they'll know what I've added, erased, modified and fixed. Whether I've made it better or worse is debatable. I'm pretty sure that most - if not all - guys (those that aren't jerks, anyway) will agree with this. So girls, please, look at our point of view.

Dead, ressurected, dead

"My number one philosophy in life is this: God before parents, parents before family (this means siblings, relatives, kids, spouse, etc.), family before friends, friends before acquaintances, acquaintances before strangers and strangers before myself. I don't care what you think of it, but that's how I live my life."

I don't believe it. I really don't freaking believe it. I got rejected by a girl because I was "too nice". What kind of reason is that?!

All this while, I thought that girls liked guys that were nice. Man, if what I thought was actually the opposite of what's true... Arrh! I haven't been living life properly! Ha ha, I'm just joking about that. I like the way I am, although it is a bit unsettling that girls will reject me for "being me", so to speak.

Thankfully though, the girl that rejected me wasn't the one, not by a long shot. There's loads of other girls, and like my friend says, "One girl down another 7 billion to go!". Ha ha, yeah, I thought there were more girls too. Ha ha!

Speaking of "the one"... I think I've found her. She really fits and everything. I'm skeptical though, judging by my current failures with the female species. That, and because I'm only 15. I'm not supposed to find "the one" yet. So, yeah. I'm gonna keep an eye out on here, and if I still think that she's "the one" after a period of time (I'm not gonna say when or who, in case I jinx it), I'm gonna go and ask her out.

Yes, me, ask her out. You can stop laughing now.

God, I'm addicted to this song, especially since it fits my love life exactly. Of course, I'm not going to put in the song's title or singer in here, since I know my cousins read this. Ha ha, you gotta blame them, not me.

Is it "wedding season" right now? There's suddenly so many weddings. My neighbours had weddings yesterday, and it was creepy to see a lot of people getting married at around the same time. Not only that, but my cousin, (a serial dater, by the way) got married last week. My cousin Luqman and I had to be the "security guards" for the wedding (No, really. We had to hold these spears and stand next to the bride and groom and be their guards) and it was fun. The adults couldn't make up their minds though, on what our facial expression should be. When we smiled, they scolded us. When we looked serious, they made fun of us. Nice, real nice.

The wedding was held on the Saturday after my PMR trials, (to those that don't know, PMR is Malaysia's equivalent to Britain's O levels. Or something like that) which was really convenient for me. Don't get me started on the trials. It was freaking hard! Okay, so maybe I'm over exaggerating the exams a bit, but I'm not kidding for the Geography and Life Studies papers. I got a "C" for Geography (honestly, I'm quite glad that I passed. Yes, it was that difficult) and the highest mark was 82%. Fortunately it was a guy. Go men! Ha ha, sorry, bias moment. Heh.

I'm not sure about the other papers, but I'm kinda confident that I'll be able to ace Math. Ha ha, I always ace Math, so that kinda goes without saying. (I'm not bragging, merely being honest. I'm kinda gifted at Math for some reason, so I ace it every time) I'm not too worried about my Islamic Studies, but I'm a nervous wreck for Life Studies and History. I don't know why, but I just feel un-confident about it. Yes, I know "un-confident" isn't a word. Yet. I just made it up. Sue me.

Arrrrh!!!! I don't know why my parents suddenly want to go on outings with all of us these past two days. Sure, I like hanging out with my parents and all (no sarcasm here; I really mean it), but I wanted to go to Random Alphabets' RWP (Read while Waiting Project), where everyone that joins (most of them Random Agents - I'm one of them, for your information) is trying to promote reading. It's a good cause, and I love doing anything that RA's leader Zain H.D. can think of. His plans are always fun, and they always have a good message of some kind.

Unfortunately, I couldn't go. It was being held simultaneously with other cities like Melbourne, Brisbane, Sydney, Singapore to name a few. To those that went, tell me what happened! Was it successful? Has reading been promoted at all? I need to know!!!

Anyways, I went and watched a few movies with my family, and the movie we first wanted to watch was "Don't Mess With The Zohan". That was one of our biggest mistakes ever. There was so many perverted and dirty scenes in it that I'm shocked that it's rated "U"! We blamed Dad for the choice, because he chose that movie. Ha ha, yeah. The next day, (which was yesterday) we watched "Wall-E". To those that haven't watched it yet, I highly recommend it! Wait, lemme just emphasize it a bit more. I highly recommend watching it!

I watched it twice and I loved it both times. Once was with my cousin, which was earlier in the week and the other time was with my family yesterday. Both times, I laughed and cried (yes, I cried. Just because I'm a guy doesn't mean that I'm devoid of any feelings. And just 'cause I cried doesn't mean that I'm a wuss, a sensitive romantic or a homosexual!) at all the same times. 8.5 over 10 (it's not 9.5 because the opening was kinda... Slow, to be honest). Zohan gets 5, but only because I'm in a good mood right now.

School's gonna start tomorrow. I'm not sure whether to be anxious, worried or relieved. So I'm gonna be all three. On the one hand, I'll finally be able to meet my friends again, I'm gonna get my exam papers and see how badly (or, if a miracle happens, good) I did, and I'll be able to see the girl I think is "the one" plus I get to finally do something, instead of stay at home doing nothing but watch TV and... *Shudder* Study. On the other hand... It's school. You can see my obvious dilemma on what emotion to be feeling, don't you?

Right, then. This will probably be my last blog post until about 18th of October. The reason being my PMR is coming soon, and I have to study an extra extra amount. Yes, the extra was doubled on purpose for emphasis. *Sigh* I'm gonna miss blogging. And reading people's blog. And annoying people in cyberspace until they log out. Good times, good times... Ha ha, I guess I'm going to end this post now. It's getting a wee bit too long.

Salut,

~Josh the Joshster~

P.S. Here's a post for people who want to understand Islam accurately:

Ten Things People Should Know About Islam

P.P.S. Luqman, I want my pencil case back!

Love ideas

"Love doesn't hurt at all. It just makes you immune to the pain. But once love is gone, all the pain will come crashing towards you."

Well, this is humiliating. No, not me blogging again. Although that is suspicious activity, but there's more pressing matters at hand. Well, pressing matters to me, anyhow.

Remember the girl I was in love with? You know, the one I wrote in the last post. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you should click on the last post (it's called "Guess who's back?") and read it. Believe me, you'll understand better.

Anyways, a girl from my class - Fatin - guessed that I like her because according to her, I "treat her 'special'". As if! I treat her the same as any other girl! Okay, so I kinda "bully" her more than any other girl and I talk to her less than any of the girls. Does that mean I treat her "special"?

Apparently so.

Well, I managed to weasel out of it by telling Fatin that I didn't like her (after all, I love her. Notice the difference?) so I'm safe again. For now. Well, that's about all on that topic. So now I'm going to a new topic.

As you don't know, I have a very good imagination. I'm not bragging. It's a fact. It's more of a curse, really. The reason is because I tend to imagine unwanted things. No, not porn! Perverts. What I imagine, in this instance, are ways to ask her out and even ways to ask her to marry me! I'm not ready for marriage yet!

Here's a list of all my insane "ideas". You be the judge on how crazy/sweet they are.

Ways To Ask Her Out:

1) I'd give her a box of chocloate ice-cream (I owe her it since last year), and I'll scoop out the chocolate ice-cream in the middle. Then, I'll put in one of those chocolate hearts (with the wrapping paper still on it) and put it inside. Then I'll put the ice-cream back inside the box. So when she scoops out some ice-cream, she'll find the chocolate heart, unwrap it, and there will be a piece of paper (put by me) inside with the chocolate. She'll take it out and on the paper will be the words "Will you go out with me?"

2) I'd put a piece of paper somewhere she'd find it. On that piece of paper is a "clue" that she must follow. (I'd write something like, "If you follow the clues, you'll find something valuable. Heh) I'd make it an interesting "treasure hunt" and at the end of the thing there will be something carved or written with my name there. The words would be "Will you be mine?"

3) I'd get her to the beach (still unsure how) and bring her to a part of sand that's covered with a piece of cardboard. I'd move the cardboard, and the words "Go out with me?" will be written underneath it.

4) I'd do this conversation. My lines in bold, hers underlined.

Hey, can I ask you something? It's really important.
Sure, what is it?
May I borrow some cash?
Huh? What for?
Well, there's this girl I wanna ask out, but I'm kinda short on cash.
Oh, really? And who's the lucky girl?
I was hoping it'd be you. Will you go out with me?

5) I'd make some kind of scrapbook, filled with most (if not all) of the memories and experiences that we went through. Then, at the end, there would be a picture of me holding a bouquet of flowers with the caption underneath it "Will you go out with me?" There would be a picture of her underneath it, and a blank line that has a bracket next to it that says "(Put your answer here)"

6) I'd take some helium balloons and tie a note to it that says something like, "I love you. Will you go out with me?" and I'd put the balloons somewhere that only she would find.

7) I'd ask her on the 14th of February, and it'd be with roses and chocolates.

8) On her birthday, I'd give her something romantic that's homemade. For me, the best homemade romantic thing I can make is a love poem, so at the end of the poem I'd have the stanza:

"Now the poem is at an end,
I just have one question to tell.
We've been friends for quite a long while,
And I wanted to know if you'd be my gal?"

(Lame, I know, but that's the best I've got)

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That's about it. So far. Now, here are the things I've thought of to propose to her. (I repeat: I hate my imagination)

Ways To Propose:

1) I'd bring her out on a date to a scenic place at night. Fireworks will appear with the words "I love you." Then the fireworks will become a picture of a ring. She'd turn to me, and I'd get down on one knee and propose.

2) I'd bring her out to a romantic dinner, "accidentally" drop some stuff. Then when I started picking them up, I'd say, "Hey, look! A ring!" then propse to her.

That's about it. Thank God that there's only two. Oh, and to any aspiring guys out there who don't want to do it the traditional way, then you're welcome to use one of mine. Just let me know how it goes!

I'm getting bored, so

Till next time,

~Josh the Joshster~

P.S. If I think of more things to do, they'd be in a later post.