I found this quite interesting, and most of it runs true.
"Damn good tips for relationships"
1. Whatever you do, don't just show up at their house [without notice]...they run around in their underwear just like we do.
2. DON'T CHEAT ON THEM. It may seem foolproof, but girls tell each other everything about everything. Trust me, they WILL find out and you will be mad.
3. Beware of every single male relative and all guy friends. Any of them would kick your ass at the drop of a hat, and a lot of them wouldn't even wait for the hat.
4. NEVER miss an opportunity to tell them they're beautiful.
5. DON'T refuse to kiss in front of your friends. If they laugh at you, it's because they're jealous.
6. If they slap you hard, you deserved it.
7. Don't be afraid to touch them if you want to. If they're going out with you in the first place, it's because they like being in your arms.
8. If you don't sleep with them, DO NOT tell your friends that you did.
8. If you DO sleep with them, DON'T tell your friends that you did.
(is it worth it? you probrably wont get any if she finds out)
9. You can be dirty minded in private, really...most of them are not offended by it...
10. Not all of them eat like birds, a lot of them can eat like whales.
11. Most of them don't mind paying half of everything, but they do discuss these things with their friends. Realize that if you make your girlfriend pay half all the time, everyone will know about it and your friends will know you're a pussy..
12. Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend- a stuffed animal, ONE OF HIS SWEATSHIRTS, and a really PRETTY RING. Even if it's not a serious relationship.
13. Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can. If you're dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren't dropping her off, call to be sure she's home safely.
14. If a guy is bothering her, it is your right to beat the shit out of him.
15. If you're talking to a female friend of yours, PULL YOUR GIRLFRIEND CLOSER.
16. NEVER, ever slap her, even if it's just in a joking way. Even if she swats you first, and says, "Oh, you're so dumb" or something, never make any gestures back.
17. Go to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn't care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went.
18. You're dead meat if you can't get along with their pets, parents, and best friends. Be prince charming to their friends, Mr. Polite to their parents, and make sure to be nice to their animals.
19. Don't flirt with their moms...that's just freaky.
20. Don't be freaked out by PMS. It's not gross, and it really does make them feel like shit, so be understanding.
21. If you don't like the way they drive, you do it.
22. If you're officially dating, and you're introducing her to your friends, you'd better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend.
23. Don't stress where you go for every date. They really only want to be with you.
24. If they complain that something hurts, rub it for them WITHOUT being asked.
25. Girls are fragile. Even if you're play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle.
26. Memorize their birthdays. You forget her birthday and you're basically screwed for life.
27. Don't marinade the cologne, but smell good.
28. Don't give her something stupid for her birthday or Christmas or Valentine's day. It doesn't have to be expensive, but it has to be meaningful.
29. If you think the relationship isn't going to last, don't wait to find out. It will only hurt her more if you draw it out.
30. After you've been dating for a while, realize that they really have started to trust you. When you have a girlfriend who truly trusts you, you have a lot more responsibility, privilege and control than you would think. Be careful with it, most guys would kill for that kind of power, and it can be lost in a nanosecond.
31. NEVER, and i mean NEVER make her do anything she doesn't wanna do. Because if you do she'll think that you're only after one thing. (and i think you all know what that is)
(If you have read this and you are a girl, then some of these things are actually really true...am I right?! And if you read this and you are a guy, then these are like the best tips you could ever get!)
You now have 2 options...
1) Repost this bulletin and you will have good luck in all your relationships.
2) Ignore this, and you will have bad luck in all your relationships...now you wouldn't want that, would you
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
More hot men. (I don't even know who this guy is)
| Classic scorcher You scored 55% masculine, 58% athletic, 45% exotic, and 56% refined! |
| You have picked my personal favorite type of man. Yes, man, not boy. The all-American and then some. You admire a buff body and manly features but someone who knows how to bathe himself and even though he's a scorcher, you could still bring him home to mom - as long as she keeps her hands off! Someone this hot would be......Victor Webster. But let's face it, the whole point of this was to look at a bunch of hot guys. If you liked what you saw, please rate my test! |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The What type of MAN turns you on Test written by thinkandcome on OkCupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
Saturday, July 08, 2006
It has been a nice, bright day so far. I hope that it stays that way :)
Today we went to pick up our new old washing machine, purchased from ebay for 82 dollars (he waived the 51 cents :). I woke up this morning bec there were people laughing outside my window. I'm not the kind of person that responds kindly to being woken up, as most of you may know and I'm not very coherent.
I stuck my head out of the window and said "Excuse Me! Some people are trying to sleep here! Get out of my front yard!"
Them, "Uhm, its a pavement." (We have no yard. its literally a sidewalk.)
Me, "Whatever just get out."
When I woke up this morning I laughed at the hilarity of it all. I hope that they have a wonderful day, (I remember they were all carrying flowers) they can spend it making fun of me, my bleary eyes, incoherency, and funky hair all they like. I so did not make sense, they must have thought I was drunk or hung over.
My alarm went off at 9, at which point, I knocked on Sacha's door, got her up and went back into my warm bed for a few moments before we rushed off to the bus stop. We ended up waiting about 30 minutes before we got on the bus to Abbotsford where the machine was. The driver wasn't sure what stop we should get off, so he let us off on number 373. We had to go to 515. We walked quite a bit, and there was a stop right before the corner where the house was. Go figure.
I forgot the apartment number, so we actually knocked on number 1, which looked totally empty and had papers all over the front pavement before we walked around the side and found a washing machine in someone's front walk. Which meant that was the house. We rang the bell, paid the nice dude and he helped us carry it to the car. My Auntie from Epping came to help us transport it, i.e. provide the car, and we took it home and put it in. Sacha has since done a load of laundry and it works fine.
For lunch I decided to make real beef soup from the leftover beef bones that Nic had bought. The pot was so big. I put in carrots, baby potatoes, leek, onion and mushrooms. Somewhere along the way it cooked with no taste, which lead to me calling the original domestic goddess asking, "Was I supposed to drain it then put the beef back then the vegetables?" Between the two of us we figured out that I had put too much water - apparently should have only put enough to cover the beef and then some - and so I drained about half the water, added a shitload of salt, pepper, basil and some crushed garlic it was fine. I am now having it for lunch and have shared it with some of Kartini's dutch friends who are visiting from Canberra.
I am going to watch Pirates of the Caribbean later. Anyone who is seeing it: Stay till after the credits , I don't know what's going to happen, but all my movie sites say you have to do that! Before that I may go play frisbee or take a brisk walk with Derek. Then I should go to church and maybe we'll have duck sausages and soup for dinner before the movie.
Also... here is a fun video of Ewan Mc Gregor dressed as a tomato and Judi Dench dressed as a lobster for a tv ad. See how many people you can recognise.
I stuck my head out of the window and said "Excuse Me! Some people are trying to sleep here! Get out of my front yard!"
Them, "Uhm, its a pavement." (We have no yard. its literally a sidewalk.)
Me, "Whatever just get out."
When I woke up this morning I laughed at the hilarity of it all. I hope that they have a wonderful day, (I remember they were all carrying flowers) they can spend it making fun of me, my bleary eyes, incoherency, and funky hair all they like. I so did not make sense, they must have thought I was drunk or hung over.
My alarm went off at 9, at which point, I knocked on Sacha's door, got her up and went back into my warm bed for a few moments before we rushed off to the bus stop. We ended up waiting about 30 minutes before we got on the bus to Abbotsford where the machine was. The driver wasn't sure what stop we should get off, so he let us off on number 373. We had to go to 515. We walked quite a bit, and there was a stop right before the corner where the house was. Go figure.
I forgot the apartment number, so we actually knocked on number 1, which looked totally empty and had papers all over the front pavement before we walked around the side and found a washing machine in someone's front walk. Which meant that was the house. We rang the bell, paid the nice dude and he helped us carry it to the car. My Auntie from Epping came to help us transport it, i.e. provide the car, and we took it home and put it in. Sacha has since done a load of laundry and it works fine.
For lunch I decided to make real beef soup from the leftover beef bones that Nic had bought. The pot was so big. I put in carrots, baby potatoes, leek, onion and mushrooms. Somewhere along the way it cooked with no taste, which lead to me calling the original domestic goddess asking, "Was I supposed to drain it then put the beef back then the vegetables?" Between the two of us we figured out that I had put too much water - apparently should have only put enough to cover the beef and then some - and so I drained about half the water, added a shitload of salt, pepper, basil and some crushed garlic it was fine. I am now having it for lunch and have shared it with some of Kartini's dutch friends who are visiting from Canberra.
I am going to watch Pirates of the Caribbean later. Anyone who is seeing it: Stay till after the credits , I don't know what's going to happen, but all my movie sites say you have to do that! Before that I may go play frisbee or take a brisk walk with Derek. Then I should go to church and maybe we'll have duck sausages and soup for dinner before the movie.
Also... here is a fun video of Ewan Mc Gregor dressed as a tomato and Judi Dench dressed as a lobster for a tv ad. See how many people you can recognise.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
I no longer have a World Cup Team
Portugal, the last team I was supporting, lost to France. As I said to Duke, I think both sides played well. I would have preferred though, that france win for you know, making a goal and not a penalty kick. I think winning thanks to a penalty kick - unless its the overtime kind - is slightly not fair, regardless of who is playing, especially if you have a superstar player doing it. this is because you know, its generally dependant on the ref, not in the hands of the players. a different ref could’ve ignored it and not done a penalty, or given a card (as far as i understand, correct me if im wrong).
That said, althought I am not happy that France won, they played well as did Portugal, and either of them winning was generally deserved.
My comments about the game that Sacha and I woke up at 5am to see:
1. What is up with that drama, Luis Figo? He like fell down, had this stretcher come and pick him up and then when he got to the sideline got up and walked back in. Hello. I think you're a great player and all, but drama? C'mon.
2. There is absolutely no way in my mind that Luis Figo is in the Top 10 Hottest Football Players List. But then I do not agree with most of the people on that list.
3. When Zidane stepped up to take that penalty, I knew. I knew in my heart there was no way he would miss - therefore they would win - and of course I was slightly kilig pa, because I love Zidane. Even though he badly needed a shave. (Speaking of which, he was not the only one.)
4. The camera kept closing up on only two people: Christiano Ronaldo (who Sacha says, "Has a weak chin" and doesn't do anything for us) and this French dude, with a sweater draped over his shoulders. He must own a team, be a manager, politician, really rich or something. The more they closed up on him the more he reminded me of Sir Ian McKellan and made me feel like he should be in pink and have a poodle.
5. I could not, for the life of me, tell the difference between, Thierry Henry, Mekele and Abidal when they were being panned from the back in long shots. And let's be honest. I can't tell the difference between all the black players if they're not close up. Or the Japanese or Korean ones. To be fair, I think if there was a filipino football team, we'd all look brown to the rest of the world.
6. I think that given the fact that their best players are not natively French, France should not be by nature discriminatory! Their country is famous for its discrimination - partly to blame for its riots - and yet they probably would have problems winning certain events if they didn't have their Algerians, or migrants from former African colonies. They also wouldn't be as rich a country, if they hadn't had other economies to sell their products or obtain resources from. (I mean, they discriminate against Americans for crying out loud, and they're like, white. ) Before I go on a tirade about Africa or discrimination again, I think I'll stop with this: I'm not discriminating against the French, or any colonial power for that matter, I just don't bloody think its fair.
7. Sacha and I realised that we had no idea what the French Teams were named. I can name at least one team from most of the major European leagues: England, Germany, Spain, Italy, Holland, heck I could possibly name one in Scotland if I had to, but I have no idea what the names of the French teams are. In fact there was a brief second where I was like, there are French teams? Hello, of course there are.
"You didn't send me that picture. (pause) But I have gotten pictures from you of lots of semi-naked men." - Sacha, while watching the game, as we discussed the shirtless Italian soccer team picture
All right... I have received and sent several pictures of nice, shirtless football players. I have the Brazilian team in their locker room, the Italian team in Dolce & Gabbana underwear and lotsa other happy little things. I will be completely honest in saying I got into football because the players were hot.
Flashback to 1996, my first Spanish class. My friend's girlfriend sent him a picture of the Real Madrid Team and her crush, this nice Spanish football player with blondish brown hair that slightly reminded me of River Phoenix. And that is how I became a Real Madrid fan. I have no idea what his name was, and he probably doesn't even look as hot as my imagination remembers but who cares? There are a lot of hot soccer players, true they're not really in Real anymore (unless you count Beckham) but there are plenty more of them to choose from!
In fairness, since then I have grown to love the sport, enjoy watching the game and actually dream of having the ability to connect my foot with the ball, which doesn't look like it will happen by a long shot. So you know, good things did come out of my initial obssession. That said, I will never deny that I got into it because the players were hot. Cause they still damn well are.
That said, althought I am not happy that France won, they played well as did Portugal, and either of them winning was generally deserved.
My comments about the game that Sacha and I woke up at 5am to see:
1. What is up with that drama, Luis Figo? He like fell down, had this stretcher come and pick him up and then when he got to the sideline got up and walked back in. Hello. I think you're a great player and all, but drama? C'mon.
2. There is absolutely no way in my mind that Luis Figo is in the Top 10 Hottest Football Players List. But then I do not agree with most of the people on that list.
3. When Zidane stepped up to take that penalty, I knew. I knew in my heart there was no way he would miss - therefore they would win - and of course I was slightly kilig pa, because I love Zidane. Even though he badly needed a shave. (Speaking of which, he was not the only one.)
4. The camera kept closing up on only two people: Christiano Ronaldo (who Sacha says, "Has a weak chin" and doesn't do anything for us) and this French dude, with a sweater draped over his shoulders. He must own a team, be a manager, politician, really rich or something. The more they closed up on him the more he reminded me of Sir Ian McKellan and made me feel like he should be in pink and have a poodle.
5. I could not, for the life of me, tell the difference between, Thierry Henry, Mekele and Abidal when they were being panned from the back in long shots. And let's be honest. I can't tell the difference between all the black players if they're not close up. Or the Japanese or Korean ones. To be fair, I think if there was a filipino football team, we'd all look brown to the rest of the world.
6. I think that given the fact that their best players are not natively French, France should not be by nature discriminatory! Their country is famous for its discrimination - partly to blame for its riots - and yet they probably would have problems winning certain events if they didn't have their Algerians, or migrants from former African colonies. They also wouldn't be as rich a country, if they hadn't had other economies to sell their products or obtain resources from. (I mean, they discriminate against Americans for crying out loud, and they're like, white. ) Before I go on a tirade about Africa or discrimination again, I think I'll stop with this: I'm not discriminating against the French, or any colonial power for that matter, I just don't bloody think its fair.
7. Sacha and I realised that we had no idea what the French Teams were named. I can name at least one team from most of the major European leagues: England, Germany, Spain, Italy, Holland, heck I could possibly name one in Scotland if I had to, but I have no idea what the names of the French teams are. In fact there was a brief second where I was like, there are French teams? Hello, of course there are.
"You didn't send me that picture. (pause) But I have gotten pictures from you of lots of semi-naked men." - Sacha, while watching the game, as we discussed the shirtless Italian soccer team picture
All right... I have received and sent several pictures of nice, shirtless football players. I have the Brazilian team in their locker room, the Italian team in Dolce & Gabbana underwear and lotsa other happy little things. I will be completely honest in saying I got into football because the players were hot.
Flashback to 1996, my first Spanish class. My friend's girlfriend sent him a picture of the Real Madrid Team and her crush, this nice Spanish football player with blondish brown hair that slightly reminded me of River Phoenix. And that is how I became a Real Madrid fan. I have no idea what his name was, and he probably doesn't even look as hot as my imagination remembers but who cares? There are a lot of hot soccer players, true they're not really in Real anymore (unless you count Beckham) but there are plenty more of them to choose from!
In fairness, since then I have grown to love the sport, enjoy watching the game and actually dream of having the ability to connect my foot with the ball, which doesn't look like it will happen by a long shot. So you know, good things did come out of my initial obssession. That said, I will never deny that I got into it because the players were hot. Cause they still damn well are.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
France is evil
I decided to sleep in last night and not watch the soccer. I should have, because it was Brazil's last game. (I wonder what time they show the replays?)
My heart is broken. First Spain, now Brazil. My hopes now rest with Portugal, and if I must, with Germany - France must go down!!!!!! Damn it.
My heart is broken. First Spain, now Brazil. My hopes now rest with Portugal, and if I must, with Germany - France must go down!!!!!! Damn it.
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