At The End of The Day

It’s been a week of movies.

I’m gonna have to postpone writing about the man magazine article due to my unfortunate incapability to edit it. It goes on and on and on… as you can see from the last post I made.

Mid Term Test has long gone and we’re trying to wind down a little and some of my classes were scheduled to have a Movie Show session (that’s what we call audiovisual-based class session).

I chose Eight Below for two of my Intermediate classes, trying to get them to relate the events and circumstances that cause the story to roll - also to try and see if they can talk about events happening during the duration of the dogs lone stay at the field base. Since those were what we’ve been learning so far, Relating Events and Circumstances and Talking about Duration.

For my CAE 1 class I chose Braveheart. Lots of things that we could talk about, discuss about and so on and so on. We could have, that is. First they groaned the fact that they didn’t like that kind of movie, having caught the glimpse of the DVD cover. As it turned out, they were much too mesmerised by the story they were rendered almost speechless.

They were supposed to go home at 7 and they protested when I cut the movie short at 7.30. This was the second time in history where my students protested and said they didn’t want to go home.

This one was somewhat normal though. I mean, it was Braveheart - everybody would’ve fallen in love with the movie. The first time my students didn’t want to go home was when I was teaching Defining vs. Non-Defining Relative Clauses. Crazy, right?

Due to a set of rather upsetting circumstances (Lapis Legit, how could you!!! Hehehe, congratulations though), two new teachers are coming in. I wouldn’t really say that they are a hundred per cent new though. I don’t think I should be dishing things out too soon here but what I am is ecstatic. I was so thrilled I was almost disappointed that weekend had come along.

If only this guy was also coming to teach.

I recently spotted the very same title on this website I surfed. It got me curious because it was an online men magazine and I thought, Well, let’s see what they know women.

As it was, the writer was a guy. The moment I saw the name, my eyebrows started their ascent. But I thought, Why, let’s just see. I thought the article would be something like Brian Alexander would write, you know simple and yet, insightful.

Am sorry to say it was very far from what I thought it would be. Full of nonsense like maintaining sexual tension… For male readers who are reading, you might be a little lost here but as for female ones, I’m sure you know exactly what I mean. The biggest bullsh*t on Earth.

Let’s just get one thing straight first, guys. There is no such thing as a sexual tension between you and the babe of your dreams until you are definitely in her radar. Savvy?

(Yeah, those sad words about her not knowing you even exist could be true.)

Wait a second though. I am not here to help you reminisce about that painful days in High School when the personification of Beauty looked you down her exquisite nose and dashed all of your fantasies into nothingness.

It’s not like you have to be The Football Star or The Rich Guy. There are some girls who might put you in the three categories of being The Football Star, The Rich Guy or The Nothing. But do not despair, not all of us are like that.

Still, in our eyes, you guys are indeed categorized.

Yup, you are either

1. The Creep or
2. The Who’s That Again?, or
3. The Yeah, I Know Him from Work/School/etc., or
4. The I Kinda Like Him, or
5. The Cute Guy or
6. The Smoking Hunk.

Now, The Smoking Hunk category is reserved for guys like Leo, Mark Wahlberg, Robert de Niro, Jean Reno, etc. You get the picture. If, you are lucky enough to look like either one of them, you might consider yourself in the Smoking category. But then again you wouldn’t be reading this. You are too busy out there maintaining your girls.

Going back to the topic, we can start talking "maintaining sexual tension" and such moronic things when you are quite certain you are either in the Yeah I Kinda Like Him or The Cute Guy. Believe me, trying to maintain sexual tension and same such things while you are nowhere there will earn you a spot in the Creep category.

First, let’s see if you are in either of the two categories.

1. Does she smile when she sees you?
2. Does she usually laugh or smile at your jokes?
3. Does she usually notice if you’ve just had a haircut?
4. Has she ever teased you about any of your habits?
5. Has she ever asked you if you like her outfit/hair?
6. Has she ever complimented you on something physical?

If you answer up to 3 yeses, congratulations, you’re I-Kinda-Like-Him Guy. If you’ve got more than 3, especially if you answer yes to number 4,5 and 6, skip reading and wait for my next installment (teehee!), where you can read about how to make her think you are her personal Smoking Hunk.

If you’ve got no to each question, do not lose hope. Most of the time, we simply don’t notice guys because we are either in a relationship, or going through a heartbreak or too distracted by another guy. Do not think that we see you as a loser just because we don’t notice you. Women are genetically programmed to focus on one man - that’s why it’s hard for you if we’re already attracted to someone else.

It is hard, yes, but still possible. It’s up to you whether this girl is worth it. If you are game, here are some ways to help you get into her radar.

Number One: Be A Friend
I am not talking about the sharing kind of things. Just try to be someone she would acknowledge. Remember that she doesn’t know you from Adam. Even if you have been working at the same building for months, chances are she hasn’t noticed you yet (based on the number of NOs you’ve given to my list) and you need to take things one step at a time.

Try and catch her eye when you pass each other down the hallway or wherever. When she sees you, give a small nod (or smile if you’re the confident type) and - this is important - keep on going. She’ll see you as someone friendly, not some creep who’s looking to make a pass. Better yet, she’ll wonder about you. Your nod and/or smile will tell her that you’ve noticed her around and it’s flattering and already you’ve scored a point. Way to go.

Number Two: Try to Impress Her
The keyword here is try. The average women are not looking for Superman. And when I say try, I mean nothing crazy.

While you’re establishing acquaintanceship with her, her initial wonderment will develop into casual curiosity. She’ll start observing you. And because you’re not yet good friends, what she’ll observe is physical appearance. By all means, try to look neat. That’s all we ask. You saw how quick the metro sexual thing died down, right?

If you are naturally floppy or your job makes it impossible for you to be neat, try to develop a clean habit. If you are a clean kind of man, don’t worry if things explode at the office and you’re covered in coffee or mud or whatever, we can still tell that you take a shower everyday.

Quick tip: Wear a white shirt. Most women find white shirt on a man irresistible. If not irresistible, nice. White shirt + a smile = yum. If you don’t have the cool confidence of a rock star, do NOT wear black.

Number Three: Really Impress Her
Guys always seem to think that the way to go are flashy car and plastics. Yes, there are girls who look for those things in a man. Well, that’s neither here or there since there is an easier way to really impress her and more than worth the try: Let her see you with your friends.

Here are people who know the real you and really like you. You don’t have to do anything - the way your friends treat you, joke with you, tease you will be more than enough testimonial on how good a person you are. That is what a girl worth impressing wants to see. Not your car, not your money.

Now I have to stop and continue later because this really getting so long and I don’t want to bore you guys. Hasta la vista!

…in kicking out of the window people who come into a room and start talking loudly on their respective cellphone. NOBODY WANTS TO LISTEN TO YOU YAKKING AWAY ON YOUR PHONE. I myself am the kind of person who gets out of a room whenever I receive a call.

There was this guy sitting in the next booth who did exactly what I just described… and turned on his speaker phone when it was a girl who’s calling. I mean, how pathetic can a person get? Come on. If you have to announce to the whole world that a girl is calling you, then I bet you my month’s salary that’s the first girl ever to call you.

…that the guy on the newest TROPICANA SLIM SUGAR ad should give me his phone number. God, I swoon whenever that I see the look he gives over the tea cup.

…that Rob Thomas is a miracle. Back when I was still a teenager, I never thought I would fall in love with his kind of music (never to mention the considerably ‘harder-corish’ music that I listen to nowadays). But I fell, and fell hard the first time I saw and listen to Push on MTV. And then 3 AM came along and I was a goner. Matchbox Twenty’s second album is still numero uno on my list of precious things.

(I had the first album on cassette and it had sadly been burned along with the house.)

I just got his album Something To Be - never did encounter an original at any Disc Tara. I would’ve bought the pricey original CD, I tell you. But as it is, I bought a pirated one.

I looked first for the single which I had first saw on MTV as the original soundtrack from ‘Meet The Robinson’. I forgot the title (Ever The Same) and mistakenly thought it was the one called All That I Am.

Was I to be disappointed?

No way. The single All That I Am gave me what, for the sake of appropriateness, I would call a spiritual high. (What I’d really like to call it was spiritual orgasm - but who knows, little 17 year old eyes might be reading this thing - close your eyes, kids, and go do your homework!)

Mrs Rob Thomas, you are one lucky lady!

…that a browsing center should open until midnight. This place that I had made a habit of going to for browsing had recently adopted this idiotic policy to close at 10 PM. Do you want to be in business or what? Turning out costumers… Sheesh, my grandmother would turn in her grave should she ever heard of such a thing.