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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Share your compliments

Who wouldn't be touched or flattered by words that show someone cares, that what you do has been noticed and has made a difference?

Sincere compliments make us feel warm, special and our days seem brighter. Words of appreciation make us proud of our gifts and strengths. Giving and receiving compliments touch a place inside of us. Its a kind of positive reinforcement which brings happiness and motivates others. Compliments don't change our lives, they just add an extra glow to our smiles.

On that note, 2 sweetest things I was told today 'You are my darling princess' by dad and 'You are one of the coolest person around, happy to know you' by a colleague at work. These are enough to keep me fueled for the rest of my day :)

So, what are the best things you have ever told someone and ever been told?

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Monday, November 21, 2005

Don't trust strangers

A strange man flagged me down on the corner of a street the other night on my way to home. I stopped to see what he needed

He gave me a nine yard story about locking his keys in his office, the police not cutting the padlock since there was not a fire related incident, and being stuck without money to get home. I don’t think he paused for a break. He was shivering a tad, wearing only a T shirt and cargo pants. He was good looking, had a sweet voice and dark eyes

“How much do you need?” I asked

“A twenty dollars” he said. I knew I didn’t have cash on me and I told him so. He quickly pointed me to the ATM across the street. Wow was he too smooth a criminal or had he just been repeating his speil and no one bit? “Please” he said, “Im cold”

Watching this in slow motion, every warning in my head screamed, ”Dewy, don’t do it” but something made me trust him. A softie with a caring heart that I am, thought to myself this guy is different, as we crossed the street towards the ATM.

I got the cash from the machine, and handed him a twenty dollar bill. “Could I have five more?”, he asked. Was I that gullible? At that point it was less about the cash and more abt the trust in our society.

“What’s your name” I asked

“Carlos Martin” he said

“What’s your number?” I asked. He told me. “and your address” he gave me the street name. I scribbled the info on the back of my ATM receipt and slipped it my purse. He asked me for a pen to write down my number and said he’d call me as soon as he got his spare keys from office and got home.

“God bless you”, Carlos said as we parted.

With all the bad going around the world, drunk drivers, suicide bombers, gun shots, soaring homeless counts, shoplifting, robbery – I’ll admit I was looking for some glimmer of hope for a better society, maybe it was I who was being tested. Would I help someone in need?

I walked home realizing I just handed over money to a complete stranger on a dark street in Manhattan. Yes, I thought this is what they warn you about when you come to the Big Apple, but to me it was a test, and I was hoping it’d pass.

I got home, sorted mail, made dinner all the while thinking about Carlos. Did he get the car sevice yet? did he find his spare keys? or was he at some bar telling his friends a story of how he conned a woman out of $25

Suddenly my cell phone rang. My heart thumped, Was it Carlos? Did he call to return my money?

No, it wasn’t him. He never called. He never came back, and what about my faith in a better society? Well, that’s not coming back either. But the real loser in this experience is the next person who asks me, because they’re probably going to really need the money.

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Friday, November 18, 2005

Crush the Puff

Smoking is injurious to health and almost every smoker is aware of it. I know its addictive and a difficult task quitting yet having smoker friends is miserable. Even miserable would be for non smokers whose significant other is a smoker. Imagine kissing a smoker when you don’t smoke would be like kissing an ashtray and who would like doing that? Like foul smell in some dirty kitchen you become immune to that smoky odor if you are around it al all time. Non smokers cant help but crinkle their noses when they sniff the stinky air of a smoker

crush the habit

I have a friend who is a smoker since it was actually cool to smoke and not just symptomatic of self hatred or willful ignorance. No matter how great a person he is, as soon as he lights up his cig, a self respecting non smoker like me starts looking at him the other way.

Smokers are rebels. Smokers fly in the face of medical fact and social mores. They litter. They have a favorite brand. They smoke out of windows and on rooftops, in hammocks while watching sunsets and in cars on road trips. And yes they even smoke in bed. Smokers are movers and shakers and while everyone else is inside mingling in a party, smokers are out side in the fresh air saying ‘Got Light?’ Im wondering what kind of example a smoker sets on his family specially children.

Smokers are generally unhealthy. They don’t exercise. They tend to drink a lot of coffee and alcohol because, well – these were made for smokers, and whats better than a Coke and a smoke? And yeah smokers usually also have yellowed teeth and it’s a known fact that their addictive habits are an open invitation to lung and heart diseases. Besides the money they spend is unbelievable. The time and the trouble they have to go looking for smoking areas is a severe ordeal.

Hey smokers, food does smell and taste good and its your right to feel better and stay healthy, So no matter how tired you are hearing abt it, its never too late to Quit.

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Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Just Jested

No rants or ravings today, instead I present some quips and chucklers from my latest read. Enjoy!

I've never really had an actual job. I've worked. But I don't know much about the job thing. To me, the most annoying thing about the couple of times that I worked in an office is that when you show up in the morning you say "hi" to everyone and then for some reason, you have to continue to greet these people day every time you see them. You walk in at the start the day, "Morning, Bill, morning, Bob. How are you doing?" "Fine." Ten minutes later you see them in the hall, again you say, "How you doing?" Now, I already know how he's doing, I just saw him, he told me how he's doing. But you've got to keep saying something each time you pass. So you keep coming up with different little greetings. You start coming up with nicknames for them.. "Jimbo." You do the little smile with the head raise. The almost imperceptible beneath-the-breath "Hey" with a half-smile. If it's a narrow passageway, thank God now you can say, Excuse me." But it has to have a very friendly singsong quality. You kind of go up a note on the "me." If you feel more familiar, "Tight squeeze" is popular. When walking by a group of 3 or more men, "Gentlemen" is often used to confer an air of sophistication that is always misplaced. Day-of-the-week references are always good, especially Monday or Friday because of the obligatory emotions that are assumed to go with them. Any mention of weekend seems to comfort people. "Good weekend?" "Have a good weekend?" People like anything with weekend in it. Thursday's good for "One more day ," which usually prompts the easy "You said it" rejoinder. Wednesday, "Hump day." "That it is." We should all agree that we're just going to say, "Acknowledge" as we pass people in the halls. You know, just walk by, "Acknowledge, acknowledge." We'll become Vulcan's for four seconds and not have to wrack our brains every time we just want to go to the bathroom.

I was watching this movie the other night. It was a World War Two movie and there were Nazis in the movie. And I notice that the Nazis in those movies always had two separate "Heil's." They had the regular "Heil" that they would do, and then, when they were around the offices, they had this casual "Heil," where they would just kind of show their palm. Remember that? They come in the office, "Yeah, Heil, how are you? Is the kid back with the coffee yet? Are you finished with the copier? Yeah, world domination, Aryan race, whose donuts are those? Yeah, Heil, nice to see you. Mind if I take the last jelly?"

Why do people who work in offices have pictures of their family on their desk facing them? Do they forget that they're married? Do they say to themselves, "All right. Five o'clock. Time to hit the bars and pick up some hookers. Hold it a second, look at this picture. I got a wife and three kids. I completely forgot! I better get home."

And some more...:)

I once had a leather jacket that got ruined in the rain. Now why does moisture ruin leather? Aren't cows outside a lot of the time? When it's raining, do cows go up to the farmhouse, "Let us in! We're all wearing leather! Open the door! We're going to ruin the whole outfit here!" "Is it suede?" "I am suede! The whole thing is suede! I can't have this cleaned. ...It's all I got!"

The suit is definitely the universal business outfit for men. There is nothing else that men like to wear when they're doing business. I don't know why it projects this image of power. Why is it intimidating? "We'd better do what this guy says, his pants match his jacket."

Women approach clothes from a different angle altogether. The other day I was watching women in a department store looking at clothes, and I noticed women don't try on the clothes, they get behind the clothes. They take a dress off the rack and they hold it up against themselves. They can tell something from this. They stick one leg way out and kind of lean back. I guess they need to know, "If someday I'm one-legged at a forty-five-degree angle, what am I going to wear?" You never see a man do that. You never see a guy take a suit off the rack, put his head behind the collar , and go, "What do you think about this suit? I think I'll get it. Put some shoes by the bottom of the pants, I want to make sure. Now what if I'm walking? Move the shoes, move the shoes, move the shoes."

I love watching women put on their perfume. They're very careful. They have their little stratego areas. Places they think we're going. They always hit the inside of the wrist. Women are convinced that this is the most action packed area that could ever happen. Why, ladies? What is happening there? Is that in case you slap the guy? He still finds you intriguing. ... -CRACK!- He turns back, "Oh. .Chanel."

Ok last one… :)

If we really stuck with the classic Greek priorities, a sound mind in a sound body, the only two places we'd ever go is to a library or a gym. What's amazing to me about the library is that here's a place where you can go in, you take out any book you want, they just give it to you and say, "Please just bring it back when you're done." It reminds me of this pathetic friend everybody had when they were a little kid that would let you borrow any of his stuff if you would just be his friend. That's what the library is, it's a government-funded pathetic friend. That's why everybody kind of bullies the library, "Maybe I'll bring it back on time, maybe I'll bring it back late. What are you gonna do, charge me a nickel? Oooh, I'm so scared."

But the health clubs are a little too strict. What's with the high level of security? The picture I.D.s, the security guards, people signing in and out. . .What is this, NORAD? I mean the people that have a membership go twice a year, who's breaking in? Is this a big problem, people stealing exercise? And what if they catch the person, what then? They run. That's aerobic, makes it even worse.

On my block, a lot of people walk their dogs and I always see them walking along with their little poop bags. This, to me, is the lowest activity in human life. Following a dog with a little scooper. Waiting for him to go so you can walk down the street with it in your bag. If aliens are watching this through telescopes, they're going to think the dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them's making a poop, the other one's carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge? I say, if this is where we're at after 50,000 years of civilization, let's just give up. I'm serious, let's pack it in. It's not worth it. Let's just say the human race as an idea didn't quite work. It seemed good at first, we worked on it for a long time, but it just didn't pan out. We went to the moon but still somehow wound up carrying little bags of dog doody around with us. We just got mixed up somewhere. Let's just give it over to the insects or whoever else is next in line.

All excerpts from..."SeinLanguage" by Jerry Seinfeld-ISBN 0-553-56915-5

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Thursday, November 10, 2005

Some random thoughts

Coffee - one of the best things to jump start your day

SeinLanguage is one hilarious read. Laughing uncontrollably while reading it at public places probably makes people think I've lost it :)

First dates are like first job interviews. Time to show your best side, not time to be 'yourself'

Chocolates and ice creams - just a thought of these makes me weak in my knees

No Entry was funny and totally stupid, I enjoyed it.

Indians without spices in their kitchen are rare to find

People dying is bad. Conscience dying is worse.

Maturity is not about age. Its about learining from your mistakes, knowing yourself and being comfortable about it.

I was told - 'Disassociate yourself from persons whose objectives oppose yours'.. hmm

There is a difference between building castles in the air and dreaming about what you want. Im good at both.

To think alike is great but to feel alike is divine. A recent radiant quote

Why do the simplest of things seem complicated at times? Why can’t we do things just because we want to? Does everything have to have a reason?

I want to live better, touch lives, not expect, not anticipate, not wish, just live on and let go. Quite hard :(

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Monday, November 07, 2005

Fragrance varieties

Perfumes no longer just for your wrists. There is an array of trendy perfumes for your hair, cars, homes, stationaries and even for your pets. With so much of money we spend on the oddest of products and places, I guess it makes sense to toss some dollars over variety of perfumes.

Jean Laporte has started a wonderful French fragrance line of perfumes for luxurous cars perfect for those long rides to the country sides when just the green pine trees won't do. If you own a convertible, a BMW, a Jaguar, a Rolls Royce or a Jeep you should try some variety of aromas. Well if you can afford a Beemer, and not to mention the gas prices, you sure can afford that silly $50 spray to keep their interiors fresh right?

If you want to seal your letter with a perfume instead of a kiss, get some Laura Tonatto's fragrant paper. For $30 your stationary can be pre scented. All it will take you to do is write a letter, oh I bet you forgot about it ever since you memorized your loved one's email :P

If your hair smells and you don't have the time to wash it (and with this busy schedule who does it that often? :P) spritz a little Clean Shampoo Fresh Hair Fragrance onto your trsses and voilaa! Just one pump makes your hair smell shampoo fresh and all clean. At $39 who can afford to pass this?

And even the pets have their own line of fragrances. Spot and Kitty with high end clothing, toys, food and home now have a perfume for pets. Interesting isn't it?

Not that, we shouldnt keep our bodies smelling lovely. Im all for upkeep but just re examing our needs for new products, and thinking how companies play with human minds, fool them to sell their products and capitalize amazes me.

Isn't it okay for your SUV to smell like leather? And if the drive in smell of McDonald's still lingers in your automobiles, can't your perfume just double as car deodrants? How many of us have at one point or the other squirted our perfumes in our rooms to cover up that damp lunch smell? They make lipsticks that double up as eyeshadow and blush, phones that double up as portable music players, why cant we double our perfumes as room sprays? If you think your perfume smells that good on you, why would'nt you want to share this wealth with your furry friend? After all they are a reflection of their owners.

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