A part of me just wants to breathe in LIFE.
Month: March 2006
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10 Ways to Wow a Woman.
By Phineas Mollod and Jason Tesauro
1. Surprise, surprise. Men are spontaneous, but advance planning is often a weakness. Pull off a surprise party with a full cast or plan a cozy weekend getaway (reservations made, bags packed, time off secretly arranged with her boss), and she’ll be in awe of your efforts. A man, a plan, a B & B…arrivederci.
2. Plucking heart strings. When the ordinary is tinged with personal touches, the results will make her blush. If you have perfect recall of the relationship’s mini-highlights (what she was wearing when you met and so forth), give voice to those memories, especially in front of her friends, and you will cause a jolly uproar. Similarly, a hardcover always makes a fine gift, but when you’ve tracked down a first edition of her favorite children’s book that she mentioned last week, so very much the better. Who knew a dusty old Babar book could earn you major points?
3. Paging Dr. Love. Attraction and a naughty imagination are never amiss, but a bedside manner is more than just kisses between the sheets. Amaze your gal by playing doctor and nurse when the flu hits. Hang around to fetch tissues, ginger ale and soup, and don’t turn squeamish during the sneezing and sniffling phase. She will not soon forget the damp washcloths for the forehead, trips to the pharmacy, or just being there after the contagious period, to watch a Hugh Grant comedy and play unlimited rounds of Yahtzee. (And let’s face it, a Hugh Grant movie is always a romantic comedy, right?)
4. Supersize it. A dozen tulips are nice, but what about ten dozen? A weekend getaway is lovely, but what about being whisked to Paris? Going overboard, when used quite rarely, will leave your honey utterly gob-smacked, as the British would say. For Casanovas without credit cards, get creative without the cash flow: Take scissors to construction paper for a thousand cutout hearts, gather up roadside wildflowers and strew the petals about her bed, or deliver a love note a day for one week to profess your smitten-ness.
5. Kidding around. The ultimate masterstroke in this arena of wow-ing a woman is demonstrating a knack with kids…she’ll go gaga when you goo-goo. While waiting for your Pad Thai to arrive while out for dinner, chat up the moppet at the next table; remark, “Cute baby” when strolling past the strollers at your local park with your date, and so on. This super-husbandly trait always brings down the house.
6. Knight in shining Amex. A magnanimous showing of sacrifice and support wows her and confirms your commitment to a budding relationship. Even when unsexy, mundane crises are afoot, reach in with a helping hand. For instance, a well-off chap might wordlessly supply a loan to pay off a costly brake job that threatens his lady’s commute and checkbook. The penniless can help a damsel in distress, too. When she has night school, offer to walk her pup without complaint. Taking on her temporary troubles as your own impresses mightily.
7. Ode to joy. A syrupy note on Valentine’s Day is standard, but it’s the unexpected declarations of love (no, not during the second date) that astound. During a teary moment at the next wedding ceremony you two attend, punctuate the moment with your own poetic whisper in her ear. Likewise, sweet nothings on the dance floor will make her weak in the knees. Gushing love letters or IM’d e-ffections (for no particular reason) showcase your inner romantic. You’ll know you’ve done right when she proudly recites excerpts to her sis and best girlfriend. Confessing your true feelings can make quite the indelible impression.
8. Slick moves. Hidden talents like diving-board flips, limbo flexibility, crossword-puzzle expertise, card tricks, nimble guitar-playing and athletic prowess will elicit the “I had no idea!” awestruck grin. Besides those skills touted on your professional résumé, work on a few moves that draw comparisons to 007 or the Fonz.
9. Meet the parents: Be the rare bird that charms the pants off her usually hyper-critical, nitpicking parents. Can you ace the battery of trials and the impossible scrutiny of her closest friends to earn a resounding wow? Like passing the Mensa test, your relationship IQ must include the forethought to win over her inner circle. Brush up on their likes, dislikes, favorite wines (come bearing a bottle), and most recent travel adventures before sitting down with them, and you’ll have plenty of conversational fodder.
10. Love me tenderized. How well done is your medium-rare? Preparing an extravagant multi-course meal (not ordering out pre-made gourmet and slyly transferring it into shiny serving bowls) replete with all the trappings is a wow-able moment. And, yes, you can do it: Following a recipe taps every man’s inner do-it-yourself expertise. Allow her to sit back and breathe in the romance and gourmet ambiance: laser-printed menu, chilled Champagne, fresh table linens, slender candles, snazzy presentation, followed by after-dinner liqueurs, first-rate wooing, and fiery seduction. Honorable mention for those who actually get a smooch while sporting a “Kiss the Chef” apron.
+ After reading this article, for the very first time, I thought contrary to what I otherwise would have thought. I mean, I would usually agree with these things, but instead I gave it a laugh. I kept on reading this list and I just kept on thinking how impossible and how stupid it makes men look. I also feel bad that even though that this article is geared towards men, once a woman (like me) get their hands on this, it would just pump these impossible dreams to poison all the female minds out there.
1. This is the list of the impossibles.
2. Investing in dreams like this will only lead to a disastrous relationship and/or depression.
I challenge men out there who think that they have the big enough balls to complete at least five of the above for their significant other in a timespan of a month or less. So, got the balls?
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You scored as Psychology. You should be a Psychology major!
Psychology
92%
Philosophy
83%
English
83%
Biology
67%
Journalism
67%
Sociology
67%
Anthropology
67%
Mathematics
58%
Theater
58%
Dance
50%
Engineering
50%
Chemistry
42%
Linguistics
42%
Art
33%
What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3)
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I actually thought this quiz was quite true. Considering I’m planning on teaching Psychology and Philosophy…well, English was on the list a while ago. I know I whine and complain about being the critic in literature and poetry, but nonetheless, I can’t hide the simple joy of finding a pun in a word and etc. Never thought Biology would work itself up on the list, but it has and did. I’m planning on having General Science as my second teachable. Don’t know when the science bug bit me, but science has been enjoyable lately. Natural Science that is. I hope Intro Chem and Bio won’t be a pain to understand next year.
What are your paths? Do you have any? Still thinking?
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Again.
I’m not even going to say it in detail again, so I can maintain any small amount of dignity left in me.
But it happened again.
That effing cardigan went unbuttoned.
Of course, this time it is the sister of the brown cardigan: the other exact replica but in black, that came undone. This time, it was not in front of a few hundreds of people at least, but it was in front of a tall black Concurrent Ed. “advisor” (he doesn’t do much help, btw.) I was asking him quesitons, and I thought to myself, why is he standing so close to me this time? and why is he…. he… SMILING?! This guy never smiles, if anything he would smile at you in pity for the “stupid and mundane” questions that he probably would have to answer again and again every single day. Basically, he’s a 6’5 black guy with PMS and a genuine bad attitude.
I don’t know, I thought the black cardigan showed more than the brown one… dddamnn it.
Anyway, this is not something to be proud of. I’m trying to become a teacher for God’s sake! I can’t afford any of this “obscene” repuation. The only thing to be pissed off about is that, I chose to wear clothes with buttons. I should try to stray away from buttons from now on. Buttons.. are the death of me.
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Weather Man.
I honestly thought that the Weather Man was full of bull when he was reading the forecast for this week. How can such wonderful weather from the past weekend turn into such horror? It can’t, It simply caaaaan’t!!! But I pay the price, as always, when I underdress in anticipation of sunshine. Especially today, (wasn’t it horrible Torontorians?), it felt like mother nature just had to get the winter atmostphere kicked up a notch in compensation for the lack of it in December and January. I honestly thought that I was going to be swept up by the wind today. My hair smelled like “nature” or “wind” (guys, unless you have long hair, you would not understand), and my skin flaked in dryness like there’s no tomorrow.
I blame it on the Weather Man, not that he has any control on the weather, but for telling us long-term forecast that kills all hope for the rest of us sun worshippers.
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Class Time Well-Spent.
I would have to say, I had five hours of class today. Out of the five hours, four of them were spent playing solitaire in class on my laptop. I don’t know, is that a good thing? bad thing? School’s not getting too hard? Too easy? I don’t know, I just know that I like my solitaire.
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Button the unbuttoned.
Oh did I tell you? I am the Representative of my Natural Science 1730 class, and my sidekick is none other than Nick Ebel. We occasionally make empty speeches about new updates and study groups, which probably amounts to 400 of the people in the lecture that do not even pay an ounce of attention to what we’re saying. Some don’t even know my name still, but for me to care about that, would be the last thing on my mind.
So as I was telling you, about the meaningless speeches, I was making one of those today along with my sidekick and off we went to the front of the lecture hall, in front of less-than-the-usual class-size (which I am grateful, and you guys will know the reason later on), and noticed that my sidekick had the most unusual slant in his walk. “What’s wrong Nick?”, I asked. “I have a hole in the back of my pants, and I just discovered that today.”, he answered. “Oh.”, I giggled timidly.
After the boring mumble-jumble, we went back to our respective seats which we always sit in every class. As I was sitting down, I looked down on my brown cardigan…
My frikken cardigan went undone!
Right in the middle! I mean, if it unbuttoned itself at the top or the bottom, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but right in the middle where you can see my bra! Why didn’t ANYBODY say anything?! Why didn’t any of the students make some kind of obvious gesture, similar to ‘XYZ’ (x-amine your zipper)?!?! Why didn’t Nick or my Professor correct this horrible mistake?!?! (Oh right, they’re guys.)
What can I do. They saw it. They saw it all. I just sat there for the remaining hour and kept on buttoning and unbuttoning my cardigan to see if it portrayed a significant difference between them two. (Maybe I pulled it off? Maybe I didn’t stretch or lift my arm out, so the hole didn’t expand and expose even more.???) I couldn’t make up my mind. All I had in mind was: “They. saw. it. all.”
I guess Nick wasn’t the only one that had holes in his garments. How embarrassing.
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Self-Help Books.
Self-help books are only good for you to pick yourself up from a dirty break-up. If you do not need to consult it, then don’t. Especially when your relationship is smooth sailing, don’t go looking into the books for something that is “missing” and that thinking it would make your relationship even better than it already is. Chances are, it won’t. It will drive your eyes right over the head of your significant other, making sure that you focus on something far-fetched, when Mr.Right is right in front of you with his heart written all out for you to read it.
I learned that the hard way and way too late. I’m afraid I’ve already made some damages to my relationship, but late is always better than never. I realized that instead of having a relationship, I was in love with the idea of how a perfect relationship should turn out. I wasn’t loving all the hardships and frustrations, I was loving the “If my bf loves me, he would do this…”
Yes, perhaps he should. But my thinking was that after I read a fairy tale line in a book, I would expect a “one, two, three snap my fingers” transformation, just because the book says so. Or even worse, I would blame it on him, and add it to the “it’s his fault and his flaws” list. That is such a wrong mentality. I almost thought I was actually… too perfect.
This thought dawn on me when my boyfriend and I started crazy fighting over the idea of whether to get sushi for dinner or not. I could not help but feel this intense selfishness and guilt in my heart that maybe I caused some unhappiness in his life also. When I saw his face, that’s when I realized, I’m not that immortal afterall. That I was able to break hearts, even when I act as the perfect girlfriend by the books. If the books didn’t work, then there must be something wrong…
That’s when I knew that I needed to throw out all those self-help books. They were crushing my heart and suffocating my relationship. I needed to say goodbye to Cinderella. I needed to know who my boyfriend is and not who the book tells me who he should be. I need to work on my relationship, and not seek refuge with unanswered, far-fetched dreams. All I needed to do was to read something that I overlooked all this time: his efforts, and his heart.
