How to make your girl happy

After many years running after that girl of your dream, you finally win her heart and now begin a romantic relationship. However, to win her heart is not as difficult as to keep it with you forever. One reason that makes a girl stay around is the happiness you can bring to her. These following steps will show you how to make your girlfriend happy.

Above all, make sure that you always have honesty, trust and respect for your girlfriend. These are the basic factors that survive a relationship without which, every word mumbled or any things done will become meaningless. Therefore, you need to put all these three factors in everything you do and everything you say.

Next, you should bear in mind that women’s needs, wants, habits, viewpoints as well as characteristics are nearly completely different from men’s. For example, suffering from the same sadness, a man tends to bottle up his feelings while a woman can’t be relieved if she doesn’t talk to her friends. When it comes to love, women often consider her boyfriend one of the most important people in her life but she’s standing in the same rank with her sweetheart’s close friends. That’s why a man shouldn’t impose any opinions on his woman. All you have to do to balance these differences is to sympathize and do try to understand.

Now you have the three factors and sympathy for your girl, you can begin with the most necessary thing: Do try to listen. When your girlfriend is disappointed, she’s likely to talk about it to you. For instance, she says that her boss is so cruel and impolite, you – men – often tell her to quit the job or offer some similar solutions. However, a woman doesn’t need solutions; she just wants to be listened to. A tender kiss on forehead or a hug or just say “I wouldn’t behave like that if I were him” will bring back her smile. While she’s telling you a story, listen and give her your opinions, not solutions again. And a laugh at her joke makes her feel relaxed and comfortable.

Second, make her feel safe. Every woman needs a man who can protect her and build her a home. For that reason, you must be a strong, healthy man that is able to keep her from dangerous situations, to work hard and to be her stable shoulders. Furthermore, you mustn’t flirt or play with other women behind her back. If she knows, she won’t feel safe to be your girlfriend and this also weakens her trust in you.

Third, prove to her that she’s really living in your life. Because she tends to talk about her problems, she wants you to do the same. She needs to know that you trust her enough to share. Don’t ever ignore her phone call or messages. If you are busy, you should call her later and give her a convincible reason. And don’t ever disappear without a word. She – who is a partner, a lover – deserves to know why. Waiting, imagination and guessing make a woman old and sick.

Finally, don’t forget that women pay great attention to trivial things. They believe that a card on birthday or some flowers on March 8^th …are the proofs of your love. So try to remember your anniversary days. Sometimes a sincere wish is more precious than any expensive gifts. She appreciates your attitude, not your money.

To make your girlfriend happy, you shouldn’t take step by step. Otherwise, you should combine all these steps and apply them to suitable situation. I believe my suggestions will be useful for every man.

My First Prom

If I could turn back the hands of time, I would live my first prom once again. It was a dream came true after many years living in my imagination. Ever since I was told about how princesses meet their princes and how they lead each other passionately through a dance, I had always dreamed of my own dance, the beautiful dresses and someone to guide me. At last, the prom night came but not the way I had thought, it turned out to be totally different, especially different.

Let’s go back to January, when it was getting warmer to welcome the spring as well as my first prom. I had just finished the final exam at that time so I decided to attend some events to relax after three stressful weeks. One day, my friend called and asked me if I wanted to attend the prom at her Architecture university, which was to be held in the next Sunday evening. “What a chance!”, I thought and agreed right away. Since that night, I recalled the childhood dream, imagined what I should wear, how should I make up and how I would meet my prince.

A prom is always an occasion that any girl gets excited about and so do I. I wasn’t a hot girl but I hoped I would catch some boys’ eyes – laughing to myself. In the next week, I had to attend a short-term dance course to practice some basic dance steps such as Rumba, Salsa, and my favorite one – Waltz. The prom was held by a dance club so it was obligatory that every participants know how to dance. However, there weren’t enough boys to partner the girls so they requested that all girls from outside the club had to bring their own partners. That announcement was not a problem to other girls but it came as a shock to me. While the others were busy calling their boyfriends and satisfied with their sweethearts’ answers, I was sitting alone in the corner of the room, feeling sorry for myself. My dream was then half broken since I didn’t have a boyfriend. After 3 days trying to find out a name, I finally resorted to the game of chance. While rolling down the contact list I closed my eyes and suddenly opened, the first name I saw should be the one I choose. It was KD. “Alright, let’s try”, I thought and hopelessly sent him a message. KD was my close friend, we shared a lot of things but he was a real bookworm, I bet he didn’t know how to dance, he never liked going out and that day, he wouldn’t have been himself if he said “yes”. He did, which surprised me a lot.

The big day came. I went to the hairdresser’s from 3pm to have my hair straightened. Auntie Truc helped me make up. She also lent me her sleeveless white dress and silver high-heeled shoes which perfectly fitted me. KD didn’t have his own motorbike so I had to pick him up. Like everyday, he wore a short-sleeved striped yellow shirt and kaki trousers. His outfit was not fashionable but polite enough to go with my dress, I thought. He offered to ride and said with a kind smile: “I’m so sorry that I can’t pick you up. When I have my motorbike, I’ll give you a ride!”-“It’s ok”, I replied. That was the first time I sat behind a boy. He rode not so fast and very carefully. We began talking about everything we saw along the street or some familiar topics. I didn’t expect anything from this partner but it turned out to be comfortable to go with him.

We arrived just on time to watch some performances from members of the club. The ballroom was then decorated with curtains, sparkling yellow lights. Everyone dressed beautifully and looked charming with a mask on their faces. KD put on one, too. The performances ended, the MC announced that it was time to dance with your partner and a slow melody of Waltz began to play. Subconsciously, I gave my hand and he held it. I could feel my heart beat fast and strong, there was a strange feeling run through all my cells. While I was still confused to recollect the first steps, he softly pushed me back, drew me close and turned me around along the song. I was too astonished to say a word. Someone must have taught him well to beguile and to entrance. Under the mask were his gentle eyes looking straight into mine. I wondered if I had ever noticed that this close friend had such beautiful eyes. I kept silent, moved to his dance and shyly glanced at him. When the songs ended, I asked: ”Hey, you dance so well, when did you learn?”. No sooner had I stopped my words when a strange girl came towards us, she invited KD to dance with her in a Salsa song. He accepted and disappeared with that girl in the crowd, leaving me behind. Everybody was dancing excitedly together to the fast rhythm of Salsa while I was standing still, trying to catch sight of my partner. “He’s there, holding the girl’s hand. He makes every move so natural!” I thought to myself. Suddenly I felt jealous with that stranger. “Some minutes ago, he was holding my hand in a warm and kind way, but now...” I seemed to see my friend in a different light; he was a dancing bookworm, some kind of elegance I had never recognized.

While I was lost in endless thoughts and questions, a boy run towards and accidentally hit me. Immediately, I fell onto the ground, some girls shouted. I didn’t close my eyes but all I could see was color, black, yellow, white, green, there was so clear images then. A few second later, I saw many people gathering around me, some asked if I was alright, some was angry with me because I had just interrupted their dance. “Wow, I finally became the center of the prom!” . Then, somebody was calling my name. That was a boy with a warm voice. Only when he helped me stand up did I realize my dislocated ankle. He quickly caught me when I was about to fall again. Until then I was too dizzy to recognize who was that gentleman. “Is this my prince?” I foolishly wondered. He guided me to a chair and said: “I shouldn’t have left you there! Are you hurt?” – “Ah, a little, but…” only then did I look up at him to see a bright face, a kind smile and beautiful eyes. It was KD. I began asking him all wh-questions that I could think of.. He said he had been a member of this dance club for moths but he had just quitted last week. That was why I didn’t see him every time I came to practice. “I intended to invite you to go with me but you invited me first”, he told me. I went through this surprise to another one. There were many things about him that I had never known. Far from the crowd, we keep chatting and exploring each other, ignored time and I forgot about my pain. The wind was passing us so tenderly. It was never more comfortable than those moments when my close friend became my special friend.

That night, I kept thinking about KD until I fell asleep. My mind was full of his smile, all his moves and I replayed the moment I thought he was my prince over and over again. Maybe I didn’t care enough about my friend. I let stereotype wrap my judge. Luckily I was woken up just in time to know there was a special one beside me. I’ve never had such a great time so I’ll remember it forever.

My beloved high school

If you are asked to list some places you love most, I bet most of you will mention your high schools. The time we spend in our high schools is thought to be the happiest stage of life. I do think so. I can count the days I was there but I cannot count the peaceful memories I had. No matter far I go, I still bear in mind the images of my beloved high school, especially the most beautiful yard I’ve ever seen.

My school is one of the biggest schools in Ho Chi Minh City, located in the center of Tan Binh district. It covers a large area with 4 blocks and a wide school yard. My school has three gates, each of which leads to different roads. Entering the main gate, you will find a yellow U-shaped two-storey classroom block. Keep walking forward, you’ll catch sight of a white building behind a big green tree which includes a very huge library, teachers’ room and a hall where seminars and events are held. Behind this lies a modern sports house which has been built recently. The workplace of Heads of the school is opposite teachers’ room. There are bushes around this area and in front of it stands the memorial of a famous poet whom my school was named after. From the hall, we can have a panoramic view to which I’ve always been attracted. I love the yellow of the classroom blocks as well as the walls surrounding my school. It makes the school brighter in sunshine and brings an ancient feeling.

However, it must be a deficiency if I don’t mention the most beautiful spot - the yard. On the first day I came here, I was impressed by the width, the beauty of it. The school yard is divided into two parts by a small path which connects the canteen and teacher’s room. There are many trees in the yard, some of them have been living for more than 30 years, decorating this yard and providing shade for lots of generations of students. The big trees look like huge green umbrellas from afar with colorful bunches of flower on them. Every time a wind goes through the umbrellas, a rain of small leaves pours down onto the white aodai of girl students who are busy collecting some flowers. One special tree that I’ll never forget is called “Yellow Scorpion” which doesn’t have green leaves. All the leaves and flowers are yellow. This tree is quite small but its color brightens up the whole school yard along with other green trees. In the corner of the yard lies a small flower garden which I really like. Although it is small, it has many kinds of wild orchid in purple, pink, yellow, white and so on. Yet, the most significant mark of the garden is bunches of banana flowers hanging by its tree. The red flowers are just like fire burning in the corner. Sometimes when I was sad, I went to that garden to watch kittens catching the butterflies and beautiful flowers, it made me feel relaxed. There are also plenty of benches along the path and beside each tree, which are never empty every recess. On some benches, my close friends and I had a good time together, we chatted and laughed, shared food, reviewed lessons and even argued. We were so happy to be there, under the shade of the trees, to enjoy the beautiful view of the yard and to recognize a landscape right in my school.

It’s been two years since I graduated from high school but every time I come back and sit on a bench with my friends, I still have the same feeling as the old days. Looking at the trees, the small garden, I wish I had more chances to spend my time at school. Though I have to grow up and fly away, I’ll always remember my beloved school and its yard.