Does that mean jerks finish last? We hear it all the time “He treated her like a queen, and she’s just heartless for dumping him”. Why women dump a guy who is kind, considerate, generous, and willing to do just about anything for her? Does that mean woman want jerks who don’t open door for her, don’t buy her roses and do all the opposite she tells him? No, women wants an equal, caring partner and not an insecure nice guy.
Don’t get me wrong. I may not represent all the women out there and not all women walk over nice guys, there’s some and it’s not fair that all women get placed into that category. So, What’s wrong with Nice Guys? The biggest problem is that most Nice Guys are hideously insecure. Nice guy are just so anxious of being liked and love and they will do almost anything to gain acceptance and attention, rather than for the simply pleasure of giving.
What Nice Guys thinks they did it right:.
1) They are inconfident and afraid she may dissapear or become attracted to someone else, so they cling to her always.
2) They are indecisive and always asking her to make the decisions. They afraid being blame if the decision was an unwise one.
3) They don’t have want, need and expect in the relationship. They just give in and rarely speak up when something bothers them because they fear that any kind of conflict might spell the end of the relationship.
4) They claimed that she is a difficult person and should be thankful to him by saying “no one will ever love her as much as I do.” just because they think they will never meet anyone as special as she is.
5) They believe that he is the best person otherwise his insecurities will overrun him with jealousies and fear.
6) They thinks that by “giving in with all efforts and sacrifice”, it will make him a better, more lovable person. He thinks it will give him a sense of accomplishment, and that she will appreciate and love him more.
After going through the 6 points above, if you are woman, do you prefer such a Nice Guy? I always believe that “No woman will leave a man if he is such a nice guy”, there must be a reason behind and yet the reason is pretty clear sometimes. Although Nice Guys have his temper and do quarrel, but at the end they will do whatever in his power to give in and change, but the more he is willing to change and give in, it makes women felt guilty, demanding and selfish and in turn they(women) hated themselves.In such reaction, this is where the decision of ending the relationship come from. They need someone who can speak for themselves and stand up to their demand. The ultimate truth here is that Nice Guys just don’t love themselves, women need someone who’ll love himself more. In order to truly love someone else, you must first love yourself. Let’s be very truthful now. Stop saying “I’m such a nice guy, why did she has to leave me “. Hope you really get what it mean.
Are you a nice guy? or if you are girl, do you like being worshiped like a queen and why?
Sincerely
A Recovering Nice Guy
I decry the extravagant bonuses paid to well heeled wall street executives as much as the next guy, and fell all self-righteous and indignant when reading about some of the excesses some of these banks go to. Surely we all feel the same way. How can these guys pay themselves so well when they were the chief architects of the greatest colossal screwup the world's economy has ever seen?
But I ask you one question. Take a step back, and step instead into their shoes (no pun intended). Imagine you're the chief executive officer of a prominent wall street bank. Or executive vice-president of an international insurance group. You graduated first in your class at undergrad level, then went on to do an MBA at a top tier business school. You have vast experience in the financial industry, and your pay has been at around market level, always receiving what your peers did. When the going was good and everything was bull (pun intended here) no one batted an eyelid at the lavish compensation packages you enjoyed, but now everything is bear suddenly you're the villan of the story. True, maybe some mistakes were made, but doesn't everyone have bad days at the office?
Wouldn't you feel the same sense of entitlement some of these executives are now feeling? What, I'm greedy beyond belief? Surely no more than the next guy! I'm incompetent? You gotta be kidding me!
I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I'd take a minute to explain things to the ladies out there that haven't figured it out.
What happened to all the nice guys?
The answer is simple: you did.
See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.
At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.
Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"
Well, once again, you did.
You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.
Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.
So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:
1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.
3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.
I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.
If you were five years younger.
So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've fucked yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't fucking want you, now.
Because of google and the general state of the internets, this cannot be a free-lunch quiz, but hey, test yourself! Highlight text with your mouse to see the answers.
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
Call me Ishmael.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...
When shall we three meet again / In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
In sooth I know not why I am so sad
The primroses were over.
1. i like rhythm games at the arcade. not ddr though.
2. i have a collection of a bunch of dice, each with a different number of faces.
3. i want to drive from singapore to london. or vice versa.
4. when i was in jc, i used to play bridge competitively. i was pretty good at it too!
5. my land speed record is approx 200km/h, achieved somewhere in Nevada.
6. in another lifetime, i would've gone to oxford to do PPE and i'd probably be working in London right now.
7. i am completely clueless about the visual arts. van gogh and picasso and all mean nothing to me.
grrgh. yes. that was insanely hard.
oh, and this doesn't really count but,
i have this strange craving for kfc. or pfk, as it's called in french canada.
Let me be (one of the first) to say that yes, it was a (highly) dubious penalty.
But hey, like they say. A goal is a goal is a goal! And besides, a draw was a rather reasonable result. Rafa Benitez might feel slightly shortchanged, but who cares.
In the Mourinho reign, no less than six players have played at right back: Paolo Ferreira, Geremi, Khalid Bhoularouz, Lassana Diarra, Michael Essien, Glen Johnson. Today, Shaun Wright Phillips - originally a winger, mind you - joined their (dubiously) illustrious ranks.
There is talk of Dani Alaves making a £24m move to Stamford Bridge. But is he really the solution to Chelsea's right back problem? Mind you, I haven't actually seen him play other than the odd random moment of Primera Liga highlights, but by all accounts he is more of a wing back in the mould of that other great Brazilian right back, Cafu, than the tough tackling stalwart Chelsea really need.
Mind you, Ashley Cole (and arguably Wayne Bridge as well) can hardly be considered defensive rocks themselves. Dare I say, in the style of Roberto Carlos? But at least Cole has one thing going for him - he has the full support and confidence of his manager. One can only wonder what goes through Ferreira, et al's head when the team sheet is out and they find out they're at right back. "Hopefully I don't get subbed out after half an hour" might be reasonably accurate.
Then again, Shaun Wright Phillips seemed to enjoy his 45 minutes at right back against Reading, so maybe, just maybe, he has found his true calling after all.
... And then Miss Clarity took a bunch of his animals and served them for my lunch.
you are hereby put on notice. soccer season kicks off on sunday with the charity shield. look forward to more varied and riveting posts!
Since this blog is (currently) sorta kinda defunct. Am putting this up here so I don't have to dig through youtube if I happen to watch to watch it again. Tinny sound and awful video quality but hey, it's the only one I could find.
or is there?
why are tennis scores love-15-30-40-game?
what sort of retarded progression is this?
who taught the umpire how to count?
and then, deuce?!?!
so, want a free lunch?
in honor of the occasion, here's a dinky little flash game: http://www.linerider.com/
Using a paint-esque java window, draw a track for this dude on a bicycle. Click play and away he goes! Be careful with the gradient, otherwise he will land in a bloody heap...
Check out other peoples' videos, way cool!
"...Do Women Date Naughty Guys but Marry Nice Ones? This notion sounds an awful lot like the irritating good-girl/bad-girl distinction that men continue to make. Still, it does contain a nugget of sense. Since women truly are conditioned to be "good girls," sometimes we feel uncomfortable with or guilty about that pure burning "I must have him!" feeling. That's why we sometimes seek out a bad boy to serve as the object of these desires, says Cleveland psychotherapist Belleruth Naparstek, creator of the Health Journeys series of guided imagery tapes. "In order for the deliciousness of pure lust to be 'okay,' it has to be for the symbolic bad boy who has nothing to do with the rest of your life. With him, you can crank up your animal impulses, worry-free," she says...."
For when I was a babe and wept and slept, Time crept;
When I was a boy and laughed and talked, Time walked;
Then when the years saw me a man, time ran,
but as I older grew, Time flew.
Will attempt to continue to update from time to time though, so do not despair! Check in from time to time (no pun intended!) Or if i can get leia to crawl out from the damp rock she has gone and hid under... but that's another story.
To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.
Hath not a Jew eyes?Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions, fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility?
Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.- Shylock, Act III Scene i
... a total waste of time. but such an entertaining waste. i suppose it could be worse. anyhow, www.lumosity.com is the current flavor of the week. technically not a game but more of an iq test of sorts, but still loads of fun anyway!
my current 'high score' - they call it lumos IQ - is 151, 9 points short of genius. but i'll hit 160 soon enough!
since it's the friday after a public holiday lots of people at the office took advantage of getting a super-long weekend with just one day's leave, i didn't get to meet my pupil master nor my mentor. in fact 3/4 of my team was away.
which resulted in a lot of time sitting around doing nothing. to be specific, sitting in the recep area on the 17th floor and perusing the publications placed there for goodness knows who to read. Harper's Bazaar's (so many posessives!) watch guide pour homme 2006 is a decently interesting read. And while reading it i learned about...
A tourbillon (IPA: [toɹ bi ˈjɑn], French for "whirlwind")...
... a type of mechanical clock or watch escapement invented in 1795 by Abraham-Louis Breguet that is designed to counter the effects of gravity and other perturbing forces that can affect the accuracy of a chronometer. This is accomplished by mounting the escapement in a rotating frame, so that the effect of gravity cancels out when the escapement is rotated 180°. The effects of gravity were particularly problematic when pocketwatches were carried in the same pocketed position for most of the day. In a tourbillon, the entire escapement assembly rotates, including balance wheel, escapement wheel, and pallet fork. The rate of rotation varies per design but has generally become standardized at one rotation per minute.
In a nutshell, how cool is that! I want a watch with one.
Addendum - Swiss-made tourbillon wristwatches are very expensive, typically retailing for tens of thousands of dollars. Oh well.
We've been together for so very long
But now things are changing, oh I wonder what's wrong?
Seems you don't want me around
The passion is gone and the flame's died down
I guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem
That time that you made it with the whole hockey team
You used to think I was nice
Now you tell all your friends that I'm the Antichrist
Oh, why did you disconnect the brakes in my car?
That kind of thing is hard to ignore
Got a funny feeling you don't love me anymore
I knew that we were having problems when
You put those piranhas in my bathtub again
You're still the light of my life
Oh darling, I'm beggin', won't you put down that knife?
You know, I even think it's kinda cute the way
You poison my coffee just a little each day
I still remember the way that you laughed
When you pushed me down that elevator shaft
Oh, if you don't mind me asking, what's this poisonous cobra
Doing in my underwear drawer?
Sometime I get to thinking you don't love me any more
You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill
Now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will
You set my house on fire
You pulled out my chest hairs with an old pair of pliers
Oh, you think that I'm ugly and you say that I'm cheap
You shaved off my eyebrows while I was asleep
You drilled a hole in my head
Then you dumped me in a drainage ditch and left me for dead
Oh, you know this really isn't like you at all
You never acted this way before
Honey, something tells me you don't love me any more, oh no no
Got a funny feeling you don't love me anymore
/sadface
because i don't know my pupil master, i had to poke around drew's website to find a number to call them and find out. while doing so, i came across a page detailing remuneration package and benefits and what not.
I quote verbatim...
"Upon retention, our lawyers can look forward to the following additional benefits:... 30 days of annual leave."
is it just me, or does something about the above sentence sound exceedingly fishy? Like, technically, if i wanted to i could take half a day leave EVERY WEEK and still not use up all my leave? i've heard war stories which seem to suggest that if you get to take THREE days of leave a year you are very good life already, not to mention thirty!
who can tell you why?
fools give you reasons
wise men never tryyyy
But hey, life's too short to worry about things like that. Sit back and enjoy the ride! (partial pun intended)
love you guys!
(although why two hot, happening, popular, etc etc girls would choose to hang out with yours truly - math nerd, geek, anti-social - is really beyond me. but then i've said that already)
krispy kreme and kettle chips. unrelated to grad trip though, but rather from the brother's trip to england.
(for the uninitiated, a dozen original glazed and a dozen assorted)
(cause the resolution isn't so good, Mexican lime with a hint of chili, soulmate cheeses with onions, buffalo mozerella tomato & basil and sea salt & balsamic vinegar)
Have a good eye for composition, an understanding for how lighting works, a steady hand, yadda yadda.
Alternatively...
Buy an expensive camera, and take 20396820936820936832 photos and hope 2 of them turn out nice.
Out of my 20396820936820936832, here are a couple I like... (in no particular order)
Apple campus, circa May 2004
Apple campus, circa May 2007
I can't believe I've already made the pilgrimage twice.