"The secret to happiness is die-jesting"

It was not my intention to make this blog a sales pitch for products of any kind nor was it my intention to talk about what's going on in my life presently. As the original purpose of this blog is just to share funny quotes that I have said or that have been said to me through the years. But I have been reading a good book lately ( I usually read several at a time), this one is called "Duck Soup for the Soul: The Way to Living Louder and Laughing Longer" by Swami Beyondananda. Here's a brief passage of where that quote originated from :

" I could contain myself no longer. 'Oh, Garment Centered One,' I blurted out, 'what is the secret of happiness?'

'Digesting,' he said, his mouth full, barely looking up from the plate.

'That's it? Just sitting here and eating food is the secret of happiness?' I asked, greatly disappointed.

'Who said anything about food?' he replied. 'I said the secret of happiness is die-jesting. We all gotta die someday, so we might as well die jesting. And since you never really know when the grin reaper may show up, I suggest you start jesting now."

lol I"m smiling now as I type this. If that passage doesn't leave a smile on the person's face then obviously there's something wrong there. I don't think I have ever come across a phrase that sums up so perfectly how I see life should be like. More specifically, my life.

Everyone wants to be happy in life. There's no arguing that. However, I believe that very few know how to laugh at themselves. Contrary to popular beliefs, I am still a human being. So of course I have my moments and days there I forget to die-jest, if you will. But then I usually am back to my happy go attitude shortly after.

I have this book called "14,000 To Be Happy About", and it's not really a book per se it's more like a collection/lists of some of the most random things you could think of like "ice cream", "paper clips", "keys". I wouldn't go as far as to say that reading that makes me happy, but it does bring a smile to my face nevertheless. And I do think that I try to approach my life and the things that happen in it with the same kind of silly off the wall take on it. To some I may come off as too silly and irrational (although I do think I may be one of the most rational people you'll come across). I think it's alot like politics, I once read that the problems with politics is that you're right but no one knows it. Well the problem with life is that it's your joke but not everyone gets the punchline.

I say the hell with it all! If I were sitting at a round table with a group of people right now I'd make a toast to die-jesting. Bon appetit!

"You're not going to end up alone. And you, yourself don't really believe that."

A gentleman once said this to me after I had told him I didn't want to end up old and alone. I do not remember why this came up, for this is just one of those quotes that I had randomly plucked out from my stash.

I read a postcard from PostSecret (For those of you who aren't familiar with it, you can check out PostSecet on Amazon or go to their website at http://postsecret.blogspot.com/) Anyway, one of the postcards said "I'm afraid I"ll end up alone. Because I don't want to settle in order not to be" or something to that effect. I don't know what to make of that post card, or what this particular gentleman had said to me.

I was once told that to most people I could be considered difficult even impossible, but to others I may come off very easy. I like to believe that like attracts like. Of course you can argue that if you put a bunch of difficult people in a room together will they all get along? I think there's more to it. I think it has little to do with how difficult or easy going a person may be,and more to do with whom they're in the company of.

There are lots of people out there who would do anything in order not to be alone. And then there are those who are just too difficult or picky to be with anyone. Greta Garbo's infamous line "I want to be alone" (She later claimed she said "I want to be let alone") - sort of paved the way for her through her old age. One of the world's greatest actress spent her days in seclusion. Is this sad? Yes, I do think it's profoundly sad. Was she sad? I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not.

People are never going to admit that they want to be alone. No one wants that. We all want to be happy, loved and cared for. However, the fact remains that there are many people who ARE alone. And my only explanation for that is that they chose to be. There's a saying that a person would rather be alone than to be with bad company. I've been fortunate to not have many "bad company", in fact 95% of the people that I have crossed paths with thus far happen to be very pleasant. I'm not at the point in my life where I'm looking for a life partner, maybe I should just to get a head start? lol Who knows.

But I often hear people say that one should never settle. I wonder if people have their guidelines and limits drawn out to let them know when and if they're settling. Once again I believe like attracts like. Then again I think it just boils down to whether or not you're happy.

There are those who aren't alone and unhappy, and then there are those who are alone and happy. It goes without saying, that the worse off are the ones who are alone and unhappy. And lets not even mention the mofos who are not alone and happy!
(What the heck did I just say!!? If you read it very slowly, it makes sense! I swear!)

By the way, the gentleman's right. I don't believe that I'll end up alone. Ask me in 30 years if I'm happy. The odds are, I will be...

"There's no reality unless it's spoken"

A gentleman was once said to me regarding how his cousin is the type of gal who would always have something to say about something. Hmmm...hnmm sounds like someone I know! Dare I say moi? lol

I'm a pretty talkative person, yes. And in my "manic state" my thoughts can get away with me, that's why I try to to get away and be alone with my thoughts. Of course this isn't always possible, that's why I said I "try."

But when you think about it, is that statement true? That what goes on inside your head isn't really true unless it's said aloud? I for one am prone to believe that your thoughts (not always what you say) is what creates your reality.

A lot of people have said that it's good to place your thoughts out there by speaking it, and sharing it with others. I do agree that communication is a crucial part of human existance. People are always saying that perception is reality. And as I get older I have found this to be true. You could say something, or not say something and whatever it is that you're putting out there could totally contradict what goes on inside your head. Is this what people mean by lying to yourself? ;-p

Do people share their thoughts aloud to get affirmation for what they're already thinking or do they share thoughts hoping to convince themselves otherwise? I don't know.

But I will say this, how you feel most of the time often dictates what you're thinking about and what you will say. With that, I'll leave the reader with ...Smile, this is the first day of the rest of your life!

"There are no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out.” - Mae West

No, this picture isn't the real me, but it’s the inner me. Every day I have to close my eyes and pound my fists and tell myself that I must suppress the evil within. =D

I have stumbled upon this picture many years ago. I have kept it, and this is the first time I’m sharing it with anyone. None of my closest friends, and especially family members know that this is one of my favorite pictures. I wouldn’t know how to explain it, but luckily for me this blog serves as a place for me to talk about things that I normally wouldn’t talk about with others.

I first saw this picture as a teenager and was immediately taken by it. It’s funny, I don’t think I have looked at this picture in a couple years. I just thought about it today and decided to go look for it in my collection.

I don’t know what I was thinking or feeling the first time I saw this picture aside from the fact that I was drawn to it. And as I sit here looking at it again, I can’t help but giggle. Because I can see a bit of myself in it.

I find the picture to be very raw, mysterious, and has a bit of a nasty edge to it …yet sexy at the same time. To top it all off, I find it to be a little humorous as well. Am I twisted for thinking so? Perhaps. I bet you the gal in the picture would definitely not be the kind you bring home to mother! Your father on the other hand…. ;-p

Another reason why I think I like this picture so much is because I’m very curious to know what the gal in the picture is thinking. I would give up half of my wardrobe for it (and coming from me, that’s saying A LOT!)

The more I look at it, the more I’m intrigued.

I have come up with a few things that I think could be running through her mind by looking at her expression and demeanor. One of which is “Do you wanna piece of me? Huh? Well, do ya, punk?” Another could be “ All right boys, round up the usual suspects, cause I gotta get outta here. I have a hair appointment at 1”…or “What did Vinny tell you about me?”…or "Who's next?"....maybe... “Welcome to the black parade,bitch”…..or "We haven't been properly acquainted".... and my favorite is “I’m the type your father warned you about” All right I’m having way too much fun here. Feel free to share what you think she’s thinking, if you’re shy, you may email them to me and we can laugh about it together.

And I have noticed something for the first time just now, that although this is a very good picture, it’s not perfect. She’s missing a strand of pearl necklace. Oh well…can’t win them all.

What a better way to end this blog than with one of my favorite Mae West quotes, “There are no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out.” I’ll drink to that!

"Enchantment is a mutually chosen state...

...that is to be nurtured and cherished..a spell cast upon each other by consent and desire...a gift not lightly given...a gift not wisely tossed away."

I will not go into details about how this quote came about. But this was said to me once by a gentleman during the course of my conversation with him.

Have you ever had someone say something to you at one time in your life that has stayed with you for as long as you could remember? Maybe it even haunts you a bit? I wouldn't go as far as to say that what he had said haunts me, but I do think about it every so often.


I do like this quote a great deal. At the end of the day enchantment is a mutually chosen state...by the parties involved. But what happens when one party chooses to withdraw from this state? Does that mean he/she is tossing it away? Or perserving it by leaving it in tact, thus always holding a perfect image of that state?

Sometimes in life we are faced to make decisions that are not always the easiest, but I'm a firm believer that people make the best decisions possible with the resources that they have for the time that they're given. No one deliberately makes a decision that they feel is bad, that would be silly. A person other than the one making the decision may think it's foolish, but not the persong making it.

I will also agree that if the parties involved were to decide to stay the course that the state would need to be cherished and nurtured, otherwise, like a flame on a candle....it burns out. My parents use to always say that the things worth having in life are worth waiting and working for. I truly believe in this. All a person can do in life is be open to the possibilities of what is to come. Sometimes the person may be pleasantly surprised. As I often am in my life. I feel that the more the person opens her/himself up to the possibilities, the more he/she will attract.

I'm a romantic and I often hold the notion that if a relationship isn't pursued, then one is perserving it. Now granted, I believe this only hold true if the relationship did not have anything horrendeously bad happen during the course of its life. Enchantment is a mutually chosen state, however if one party were to cheat, steal, lie or...commit some heinous acts against humanity then it goes without saying that the mutually chosen state of enchantment will no longer be so! Duh?!

Two of my favorite novels of all time are "Cyrano de Bergerac" by Edmond Rostand and "Lady Of The Camellias" by Alexandre Dumas,fils. In both of these stories, the reader can see how profoundly connected two people can be without really professing their love for each other directly. For those who aren't familiar with the premise of either story, the best description I can give is that both are about love. Or rather...unconditional love. Maybe loving someone unconditionally? You read it and tell me what you think! ;-)

Even though Cyrano writes poetry and love letters to Roxane, it isn't he who would deliver those words to her. Because he knew that she has given her heart to Christian, and in loving Roxane, Cyrano wanted to see her happy. Even if it's not with him. So Cyrano continues to write her letters but gives them to Christian so that Christian can go woe her and make her happy. I remember having read this novel for the first time when I was a sophomore in high school and immediately fell in love with it. There were some things that I had missed, but later caught when I came back to read it again. But the message came across very clear for me the first time I had read it. And that is when you love someone, you want them to be happy..not only that, but to love someone unconditionally means that their happiness and what is best for them comes above yours, even if that happiness does not include you. THAT, I believe, is the essence of unconditional love. The funny, maybe even tragic, thing about it is that many people will go through life never having experienced that. I'm old enough to know the difference between conditional and unconditional love, but young enough to admit that I don't know enough.

I think another reason why I like Cyrano was that it reminded me of "Lady of the Camellias". I had read "Lady Of The Camellias" a year before having read "Cyrano", the funny thing was that the "Lady Of The Camellias" was not required reading for class. I was familiar with the "Lady Of The Camellias", because growing up my parents would talk about literature and history a great deal and Dumas was one that they often talk about. I don't think they know to what extent I was really listening and retaining the things that I did. But anyway, when I saw the book in the library (because of the elegant portrait of a lady on the cover :::Chuckles::: yes SUCH a girl!), the synposis reminded me of the story that my mom had told me when I was a girl and so I checked the book out and read it. I was 13 at the time. Probably shouldn't have been reading it. So sue me!

"Lady Of The Camellias" is a bit more complicated than "Cyrano", but the underlying message is still the same I believe. If you don't have time to read the novels, the movie versions I recommend has Greta Garbo playing Marguerite, and Gerard Depardieu playing Cyrano.

I believe that in both novels, Cyrano and Marquerite had perserved the state of enchantment by forever creating a perfect image of who they are and what they stand for in the other person's mind.

I should also mentioned that both novels were based on true stories. Also, there's a camellias bush that's been outside my bedroom window ever since I could remember. I didn't know what it was intil my parents told me. Synchronicity!?

There's a modern version of "Lady Of The Camellias" starring Nicole Kidman called Moulin Rouge. Moulin Rouge, is a very good movie, but it had cut a bit of the original story and added a few new subplots- but still very good. Maybe it's all the dancing, and singing and beautiful costumes...maybe it was Nicole's enchanting beauty... or maybe it's just that love is a universial language regardless of how it's conveyed that won me over...

"Nobody else could say fuck and make it sound cute like you do"

Hmmm...hmmm...need I say more? But..since this is my blog I guess I will...

I was telling a gentleman about how people would ask me if I ever get upset when I don't get my way even when I try to play it cool. And my response was "Fuck yeah! I do! But I try not to let that bother me because that'll drive me nuts!"

With that this particular gentleman threw his head back and laughed and then he told me that nobody else could say fuck and make it sound so cute. I was very amused and pleased. To an eavesdropper the conversatoin may seem a bit crude. I mean it's not every day and in every conversation that one throws around the word "fuck" and then have someone say it's cute. I have to admit that was the first time during my interaction with this particular gentleman that I had used the word. And I felt that he would understand the context that I meant it in. And much to my amusement, he found it quite delightful...dare I say even charming? Oh how this girl flatters herself so! lol

This goes back to an earlier post where I had asked why it is that we let some people get away with saying or doing certain things but would be appalled or repulsed if someone else did the same thing. My reasoning is that we just simply like people more than others, but it doesn't quite stop there yet...I believe that sometimes there's an underlying connection that exists between two people in order for them to share and indulge in certain things with each other that they would never even dream of sharing with just anyone else. I know for a fact that this happens! Because we're all biased s.o.bs and give preferences and play favorites! I know that! Because I've been guilty of this myself!! And you know what? That's okay! I'm telling you that it's okay to let a particular someone get away with what you normally wouldn't let others get away with! Why? Because that action in itself, lets you know that you see that person as the exception to the rule.

Everyone likes to be the exception to the rule, and I"m no exception...

"I love life! You come for the love…you stay for the irony. "

I don’t remember the context of this quote, but I had scribbled it on a piece of paper that I had saved in a wooden mini chest. That’s where all keep all my quotes. Perhaps some day I will just publish the quotes are they are in a big book, without any explanation…but I realize that probably has little marketing value if there’s no story behind each quote. For not every quote can be understood by itself. Anyway, I had said this a few times to people that I converse with. I would often say that life is just one big inside joke, and there are those who are in on it, and then there are those left wondering what’s going on. I like to believe that I’m in on it. Are you? ;-p

But anyway, tying the joke in with the irony aspect when discussing anything we're passionate about makes for wonderful conversations! Why? Because people in general view what they're passionate about as a serious topic. However, I’m one to believe that most if not all things are ironic in one sense or another. You either come in expecting something to happen and then nothing does, or you come in having no expectations and something comes of it.

Let me share what is said of irony according to Wikipedia : “All the different senses of irony revolve around the perceived notion of an incongruity, or a gap between an understanding of reality, or expectation of a reality, and what actually happens.” In short, irony is an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected. Sounds like an inside joke to me!

I’m very fortunate and feel very blessed to be surrounded by the people that I have in my life. Sometimes, I wonder if they question whether or not they’re in on the joke too. From the looks of it, I say that most of them are “in the know”. I’m a firm believer that humor and laughter is the best remedy for most if not all situations. That’s not to say that I don’t take things seriously, I do! It’s just that I’m often very aware that life is meant to be enjoyed. If we don’t enjoy what we’re doing (or who we’re doing! lol sorry I had to slip that one in there - couldn’t help it.), the right course of action would be to stop and disengage ourselves. However, that is easier said than done. So I believe a way to soften and smooth the edges of life are by finding humor in things that happen and laughing about it at the end of the day. I honestly believe that if one looks hard enough, there’s humor in everything…you just have to be in on the joke to appreciate it.

I think love and curiosity are the two strongest forces that motivate people. Of course we all walk into a situation (be it a new relationship, a business deal, or a new place) we have certain expectations…or rather have an idea of how we would like for things to turn out but not necessarily expect anything. And if the outcome is contrary to what we had originally thought, I say that’s when the most interesting things start to happen. Sort of like when an actor forgets his/her lines and improvisation kicks in. The director and the people on stage are all probably on edge with what the person may say – but that’s what makes it so funny!

I think my life is pretty ironic in some sense, especially regarding my so call “maturity” level and my age. I won’t discuss my age, but rather I will say that I’m old enough to know a bit better, but still young enough to drive around with a penguin in the backseat in seatbelts. =) I’m told that I was probably born in the wrong era, and others have said that I am ahead of my time…which one is it? I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’ve stayed and am happy I’m still here. Tomorrow when you’re out and about doing your thing, smile randomly every once in a while - it will do several things 1) people will wonder what you’re so happy about 2) you yourself will wonder what you’re so happy about and 3) both parties will have a good time finding out. Remember, life is an inside joke…are you in on it? =)

"You're an attorney's dream come true....or worst nightmare"

lol This comment was in regards to my notepad. Those who know me know that I keep a little blue notepad with me most of the time. Hence, it was that little notepad that has recorded most of my quotes and it was also the inpiration for starting this blog.

This gentleman had noticed I had been writing down a few things that he had said. He commented on the fact that his attorney would love me as a client. Since it seems like I'm meticulous. Which I am to most extent.

I've been told I'm an excellent notetaker ever since I was in high school. While others just think I'm nuts - I think they're just jealous.

Anyway the purpose of this blog just simply asks...which is better? To have too much information or not enough? Of course the typical answer would be "well it depends" or "they're bad if you have too much of either one". But I personally think that as I get older I find that it's better to be presented with as much information as possible in any given situation. It is only through that, that we are able to draw a conclusion that we're comfortable with. Most people would guess that I'm not the "fly by the seat of my pants" kind of gal, as much as I would like to think that I"m "spontaneous", I think my preference leans towards a more structured style. Maybe it has a lot to do with where I am curently in my life, or maybe it has to do with how I was raised.

Perhaps when I live and have experienced more I'll change how I think and look at things. Until then I'm gathering as much as I can....

"What are you? Married?"

The following took place between a professor and a student, who just happens to be one of my classmates:

Professor asked the class: " Can you live on $20 million a year? Can you make it last a lifetime?"

Student: " No!"

Professor: "What are you? Married?"

Of course after having said that the professor quickly apologized to the girls in the class saying that he was just kidding. I personally felt there was no need to apologize as I found it rather amusing and perhaps there's a bit of truth to that.

Women are spenders by nature, I don't think I spend as much as many other women, but when I do, I guess I can make a dent here and there.

Which leads me to this question "What would be considered extravagant?" The New York Times reported a couple of years ago that 20% of households that make more than $77,000 spend more on "entertainment" than health care, utilities, clothing or food eaten at home. I found this to be quite funny. Now I am a woman, so I guess I would group "clothing" into the "entertainment" category. And quite honestly, no woman can admit that she does not find any pleasure in shopping especially for herself. She would be lying and any man who does not at least acknowledge that is probably out of touch with reality. lol

People sometimes get all worked up over how much somebody has spent on something. I'm one to believe that if it's YOUR money than you should be free to spend it as you chose. And yes I do think it's outrageous to spend $6000 on a shower curtain, and $2000 for a trash can, especially with money that was stolen (Ahem... Mr. Ken Lay). That still does not answer the question of what is considered to be extravagent. I mean, is it ever okay to spend $2000 on a trash can? If so, when? I don't know.

I think it all boils down to one's perception and ability to spend. To someone from a third world country who makes $300 a whole year compared to someone in the U.S. who could walk into a store and drop $600 on a hand bag, it can be quite disconcerting,no? But I once heard an argument that should the person in the U.S. refrain from buying the handbag or anything else that is over $100 just because somebody else somewhere in the world could use that money? I guess if you send someone in the third world country $300 then would that make you feel less guilty about dropping $600? Would that be reasonable? Hardly. If that were the case, then we might as well adapt the Socialists' views on how society should operate.

Anyway...I digress...back to the professor's comment. What he said has a bit of truth to it. But then again there are some single men who probably spend more annually than married men. But for the most part, I do believe that when a man is married, depending on the woman that he marries and the lifestyle that they have, she can certainly speed up the spending activities. :::Chuckles::: That's why I was one of the few people in class who laughed at the professor's comment. Well I should say I was one of the few girls, because all the guys laughed.

It has also been brought to my attention that the reason why married men spend more than single men it's because they have the issues of children at hand. And yes, though I don't have any kids myself, I can understand having kids can be quite an expensive endeavor...although some people seem to make a habit out of it.


I guess I'll sum it to in the words of what a gentleman once told me : that if he can spend his money and not miss then it's okay.

"Any special requests...?"

Oh how can such welcoming words have such a painful effect. To elaborate, I was at my favorite lounge in Laguna. The one that I visit every now and then sometimes with a companion or friends but mostly alone. This last visit I went alone. I felt I needed to be with my "secret lover".

My "secret lover" is this the lounge singer/pianist. I can't tell you how many times I've visited the place, for I have lost count. But I go there not for the drinks (for I don't drink...much anyway...lol) and I haven't really eaten there....no I go there for Roger.

The relationship that I have with this man is quite simple yet complex. You see Roger and I have never spoken more than 2 or so phrases to each other. They consists of "Thank you" and "You're welcome" and that encounter takes place when I leave his tip on a plate by his piano before I leave.

He plays only classics. Mostly Sinatra. Hmm...my kind of man. During my last visit, the first full song he sang was "Your Song" by Elton John and he looked up at me a few times. He often does when I am there, especially alone. I think he knows I prefer the distance for whenever he is on a break, he'd usually go around to chat with others but never with me. Whenever I come into the lounge he and I would look at each other and nod and I would grab a seat and then our evening would begin. Once done, he and I would nod at each other as I leave. We would go on with our respective lives, until our next encounter.

I often joke with people that if he were to walk up to me, I would either look or run away. Well the last time I was there, I did almost exactly that. Stubborn girl I know. I was alone. There were people there, mostly couples or single guys. The guys extended their invitation for me to join them but I declined them all. I was there for Roger that night. I just had an overwhelming urge to visit him at the lounge, I did not know he was leaving. Everyone kept asking if I was waiting for someone, I think they must have thought I got stood up or something, but some of those who work there knew why I was there and left me alone enough. I had creme brulee and my usual virgin strawberry daiquiri. The best I've had in a long time, perhaps it was because it was with my lover for the last time. Tee-hee-hee

At one point he asked the room "Any special requests...?" and then looked directly at me. I quickly shrugged and then looked away. I guess I was too stubborn to even speak up fearful that I might taint what we've had so far. Yes I know I'm a very eccentric person. Don't ask me why I do some of the things I do, for I am still trying to figure it all out myself. He just chuckled and said "Alright...well if anything comes up" ...

And then the song he played next was "Your Song" by Elton John. How did he know!? I've been listening to that song often lately. The version that's in my car is from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack with Ewan Mcgregor singing...."It's a little bit funny...this feeling inside..." hmmm ...gets me every time.


Anyway, before I left the waitress came up to me and asked if the reason why I was there was because I knew he was leaving. I felt like I"ve been hit with a thousand bricks. What?! Why? How!?? The waitress found out that he was leaving to go sing on Princess Cruises..he was going to travel the world...my lover was leaving me. She couldn't get a card or a last name, might as well...I guess Fate wanted it to be that way.

Shortly before I got up to leave he played..."Love Story"....he's never played "Love Story" in all the times I"ve been there. Perhaps he knew too that this was goodbye and that was his way of telling me. Oooh I'm such a sappy romantic I know. Even I think some of this stuff is funny and silly sometimes, but strangely enough I feed into this side of me whenever I can.

The waitress thought it was very cute that I come in there just for him. She said perhaps I should talk to him. What does she know... =)

So far, he's up there with Sinatra and Bogart in my book and from the looks of it, he'll remain there. Thanks for the memories...

"..You think like a man. But flirt like a girl. You're a killer."

lol Ahhh, this quote cracks me up whenever me up whenever I think about it. The gentleman who told me this, said that I'm one of the most complicated and analytical women that he's ever had the pleasure of meeting. I don't know if I think like a man, or that I even know how to flirt. The jury is still out on the killer part, my sudden bursts of rage every now and then on the highway surprises even me some times.

This gentleman has told to me that I'm just too rational at times and that sometimes that catches men off guard. Because men are use to being the rescuer, the problem solver, the "day saver" if you will. So he said, that I make a man's job harder by not needing anyone to rescue me. He said a man would have to work twice as hard to impress me, but that's a good thing because most men by the time they reach his age have been spoiled by women who are easily impressed and wooed. I've never dated a woman, and really have no desire to so I don't know what "other women" are like. I only know them by what I read, who I listen to, and people I know. Gathering what I know, I would say that most women tend to be more emotional than myself, my mother and sister included. That's not to say I don't cry, or lack normal human compassion, it's just that whenever I do find myself getting overly emotional about something where it makes decision making difficult - I usually force myself to step back and weigh the pros and cons of the situation and whether or not it would be beneficial or futile for me to feel a certain way. I'm not saying this always work, but for the most part it does because it often upsets me when I'm not able to reach a decision.

Of course I have heard mixed opinions about my approach. So I will say this, the decisions that I have made based on my approach - I've never regretted (maybe years from now I will feel differently but I doubt it). The few times I have regretted something was when I let others swayed me. I've learned a while ago that it's best to go with my gut instincts and often times my six sense trumps my emotions and things have worked out very nicely so far. Yes I have heard raps from others about this, but I still have friends and those people are still talking to me and despite my face and my sick sense of humor some men actually find me attractive and appealing. Ha! Suckers! If they only knew! =D

I wouldn't say I have more guy friends than girl friends, I think I have an even amount...all 3 of them. So I will say this, I don't know where I got this, perhaps it was from hours of talking to my dad over mafia movies when I was little, or perhaps it was being "the girl a few doors over" when I was younger that lead me to have this sort of understandng, even appreciation, for how some guys think.Was I peeved at some of it? You bet your ass I was! But as I got older, I realized that in most situations people make the best decision that they are able to with the options that they. I realize that what are considered options to some people may not be options to others. But that's just how the world works, I've learned to acknowledged it, acceppted it and have moved on. I"m old enough to know that men and women are innately different -of course some would beg to differ, that's okay I think being a bit retarded is cute sometimes. From what I have observed, men tend to be a bit less complicated than women. Yes, really does mean yes. And no really does mean no to a guy! And "maybe" is new territory all together. Men don't beat around the bush, they just beat it, unlike women.

With that said, I do notice that it takes a guy a while before he realizes what some women are really like. Of course, being the person that I am, I always try to key the guys in on the girls/women that they're seeing based on what he tells me and what I know about the person. Sometimes the guys say that they're thinking the same thing and just needed some reenforcement, and other times (often the younger ones) would say that I'm being too cynical or straight forward. Now, being as "rational" as I've been told I am, I'm still a girl...so I could just be talking out of my asymptote when I give these guys advice. Who knows!

I don't fault guys for thinking or feeling the way they do, hell I feel the same way on most issues so who am I to judge!? So to all the guys reading this: Cheers!

Now with flirting, I don't know if I flirt...what is flirting anyway? I guess that question should belong in its own blog. But since I'm on a roll I might as well rape that topic now. I went as far as looking up the definitons and here they are " To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures"..and..well you check out wikipedia's definition, it's quite amusing. What does a girl flirt like? And what does a guy flirt like? I know there are differencs but can't pinpoint what. All suggestions, inquiries, definitons, are welcome at this point.


Once again I don't know what it's like to date me, so I couldn't tell you if I fit the description. But then again knowing me, I probably have my own category of flirting anyway, one that comes equipped with crayons and Chanel.

"Any day without being served with a lawsuit and no accidents is a good day. Today was a good day"

Tee-hee-hee. Need I say more? Not really huh? But I will do so anyway! =P

A gentleman once said that when I asked how his day was. That made me laugh. And then it made me think...and then it made me laugh again!

I'd like to always think that any day where I get to wake up is a good day. But alas, I am human and I am a girl..and with being both..there are times when I can't seem to handle life's bleeps. But regardless of that, I still go to bed and wake up every day feeling very grateful and blessed with the life that I have and the people that I know.

If I could, I'd have a device attached to everyone to monitor when the person's experiencing a bad day, how they feel/response to it, as well as when they're having a good day. Now, I realize that the definition of a bad or good day varies from person to person. That is why I propose the device just monitors how the person is feeling for the majority of the day. Or perhaps there could be an option where the person can record how they're feeling. And by the end of the year report, a system will gather up all the days and spit out a percentage of good days and bad days. Perhaps we can even call the good ones Happy Days. Tee-hee-hee. Had to slip that one in there. =)The person can then view his/her results with the list of suggestions on how to improve or cope.

Yes, I know what a silly notion that is, but please note that what I am suggesting is not any sillier than lets say doctors performing gastric bypass, or companies producing vigara, cosmetics, hair growth cream . Or authors writing books about self improvement regarding diet, beauty, esteem the list goes on. All these things are geared towards making a person feel good about his/herself. However, I'm a firm believer that admitting to yourself that you need a change is a lot more important and effective than just changing for the sake of changing. At least with my method the person would know for sure whether or not they need help backed up with data on how the person feels most of the time.

I'm also a firm believer that how a person responds to the world most of the time is also a reflection on how the person feels about him/herself. Personally, I think the world is out to get me - but anyway I digress. ;-P

To end I'd like to ask how is your day going?

"A piece of bread and 2 pennies for your thoughts"

This one came about over lunch one day with a group of friends. One friend in particular was daydreaming it seems, so another friend inquired. We were having bread , hence that's how it made its way into the quote. =)

When was the last time you offered anything for someone's thoughts? Usually you don't, right? Don't people, especially women, just say "What are you thinking?". My thoughts regarding that question when someone asks me is that it's probably none of the person's business. I mean, they're my thoughts afterall and for that time being I'd like to keep them where they are...in my head! People who know me know that I have a lot to say about a lot of things. So I do not hesitate to verbalize what I think when I want to. And when I don't say anything, it either means I'm still thinking, or just don't want to share . However! If someone were to offer me a piece of bread and 2 pennies...or makes me an offer I couldn't refuse...I may reconsider.

So this brings me to this question. Have you ever lied when a person asks you what you're thinking? You could be thinking about last night's scores at the game, or if wheather or not you picked up your dry cleaning...and so on and so forth...but yet I believe people do try to push those thoughts of the their mind when the question is asked. They'll try to come up with something clever that would be more fitting to the situation. Now granted, I'm not saying everyone does this all the time.I'm just wondering how many people actually do it. Because I'm sure there are genuine moments when you are thinking about something that is very fitting to the situation.

I have done both. I would like to believe I"m above it, but I'm not. I'm just as guilty as the next s.o.b in line. =P

Now that I think about it, I rarely , if ever, ask people what they're thinking. There are 3 reasons why this happens: 1) The person would tell me anyway; 2) I don't care or 3) I already know what they're thinking. =D

I have just thought of another thing...would you ever pay for someone's thoughts? I think the general consensus would be no. But when you think about it ...we do pay for people's thoughts. All the time, every day, for some people. We pay for the cable TV that we get (FoxNews,CNN, Jim Cramer..), magazines, newspapers, and books. Now if we want to get even more specific, people and companies hire consultants to tell them how they should run their business, finance, household, wardrobe, you name it! They're all out there! And I can bet you a loaf of bread and 3 pennies that those things don't cost a piece of bread and 2 pennies. But yet, people pay for it, often times without a second thought. So does that mean when someone asks you "What are you thinking" without offering any compensation, that your thoughts aren't worth much? Or perhaps your thoughts are priceless and so therefore to make an offer of any sort would be an insult...at least I, for one, would like to think my thoughts are priceless.

(With that said, I'm still curious to know how much my thoughts would be worth on the market. lol)

"You are precious cargo in that pink mobile"

This one makes me smile. Can you believe it?! Me!!? Cargo!? Precious??!Oh you! :::Blush:::

This one came about when I said that I drive on average about 80 mph on the freeway. The gentleman said the quote and urged me to slow down when I drive. I usually don't look at my little speedometer, formerly known as "the little thingy" that's right next to the other thingy that tells me how much gas I have left". I said that I have driven at 90mph a few times, not because I do it intentionally of course, I just go with the flow of traffic and sometimes when I look, it would say 92 or something like that. And then I would slow down naturally.

Let me tell you funny story about speeding. I was driving on the highway around 11:30 at night and traffic was not heavy but there were enough cars around to make one look twice before merging. But anyway, I was driving on the far left lane, initially I did not know how I fast I was going...I was just "going with the traffic". Fergie's "Glamorous" was playing on the radio - some things you just never forget =D

But anyway, I noticed a bike had just pulled up behind me and was driving very closely to me. At the time I remember thinking " Wow this dude sure is driving awfully close" so I sped up -it's time like those that I wished my license frame says "If you're going to ride my tail, you might as well pull my hair too" but that's besides the point ;-).But the guy sped up as well, not only that, the ass had the audacity to turn on his high beams, blinding me of course. So I got mad and merged onto the lane to my right and sped away quickly. The dude in the bike did the same! I was really freaking out by that point, and weird thoughts starting running through my mind such as what is this guy was a serial killer, or part of a bike gang gone (I remember there was a movie that came out a few years ago about a group of bikers who drove across country killing people)...but anyway I was freaked out. So I sped up even more by this time I was at 92, I looked. When I looked up in my rear view mirror I noticed that the biker was no longer behind me. Whew~

But then I noticed at the corner of right eye...blue lights were flashing. So I looked over and whadda you know! The guy wasn't a serial killer he turned out to be he's much worse...a cop! The funny thing was, I wasn't nervous at all...because I knew that I was driving way too fast and if he gave me a ticket I wasn't going to fight it. I looked over and turned on my right turn signal so that I can merge and pull over. I had my windows up, but as I looked over I could see the cop mouthing "SLOW DOWN" and slow down I did. Even funnier still, the cop just sped away. Even though it was dark I could see the other cars looking at me ...green with....envy..or maybe hatred? Who knows.

Why did the cop let me off when he and I both knew that I was driving way over 80 to begin with? I don't know. Perhaps, the cop had a nice time with his wife/girlfriend/mistress before his shift started (maybe with all three) or maybe he was driving TO the rendezvous and was running late himself; or maybe it was because of my license plate...I mean c'mon someone who drives around with a license plate like mine can't be all THAT bad right??! Right! Some have told me that the cop had let me off because I was cute, but I'm ruling that one out because it was late at night and so therefore you can't really see anything. Also, I think that if I were a guy cop, I'd probably give the pretty girls more tickets why? Because I'm a jerk. lol But in all seriousness, I believe that "pretty" girls get off the hook more often than is neccessary. So think of all the tickets that these girls have gotten out of! Think of all the cash that would be generated back into the state if male cops would just start ticketing pretty girls. Why do I say male cops? Well duh! It's pretty obvious that if a female cop were to come face to face with a girl regardless of what the girl looks like, the female cop would just give her a ticket without a second thought -because the female cop is a woman. And most women by nature are spiteful and jealous who walks around with a chip on their shoulders. So I'm sure it'll give them great pleasure knowing that they have the power to ruin another girl's day especially if the girl is good looking.

But anyway, as I was saying, pretty girls probably go out more than the nonattractive ones, and when they go out they're probably rushing to get there. So most likely, they'll be very easy to target. Also to note, if she's very pretty (Depending on how old she is) she'll probaby be drivng an expensive car - that she or some "idiot" (as my brother and Tom Leykis would call the guy) bought- which means she'll have the money to pay for the ticket somehow. Just for the record, my brother does count himself amongst the "idiots" lol (Oh! Men!).

I don't think I'm too terribly spiteful or crazy jealous, so I don't think I'll be giving out tickets just because I want to ruin someone's day. I'm just approaching it from an economic point of view and if the myth is true that cops have a certain quota to meet at the end of every month or so, then I'd be all over that to try to get my gold star! Six sigma should be implemented indeed!

Wow, how did I get from precious cargo to talking about generating cash for the state through ticketing pretty girls...I don't know. That's why this blog is called ramblings from moi. And it's my site, and I will talk about what I please because it amuses me. So there!

Oh and for another record, my tickets have all been parking tickets. =) :::Knocks on wood::::

"Maybe we all have the same amount of fun..."

This quote was shared with me by a gentleman who had a conversation with one of his friends regarding death. I did not ask about the top came about, but the core of the conversation was about people who have died young who had a lot of fun vs. some people who have long but uneventful lives. One argues that people who live on the edge, takes risks, etc etc die younger because they get into more trouble. The other quickly responded with "well don't say that! Because if that's the case, then I'm gonna die soon!". The conversation ended with well...maybe we all have the same amount of fun so it all evens out, no matter how long you live. Tee-hee-hee.

I know death is a morbid topic. But I am curious. How many people actually want to live till they're 90 or 100? In Neil LaBute's, "Fat Pig", when Tom said "we're all gonna age" and Carter quickly replied with "Not me!I hope I'm a goner before then". I personally I don't want to hooked up to a bunch of tubes or wires and have the only thing move are my eye balls and be bedridden for years. That would be no bueno for sure. But then again I don't want to die young either by some fatal accident like death by Jimmy Choos.

I will say this though, when I go, I would like to go peacefully in my sleep...unlike the screaming passengers in my car. lol (Although, I have to admit I borrowed that quote from something I read once).

How do you know that you'd had enough fun? Or just the right amount of fun? Or not enough? I doubt anyone would disagree with the last one. I guess the whole point of it is that we don't know. "Life is like a box of chocolate...." Oh!!!!Speaking of chocolate I have some, I will go indulge myself a bit for the time being. Until next time, look both ways when crossing the street...

"There are two types of people you shouldn't piss off in this world : doctors and lawyers"

My mom told my sister this when my father was going in for his surgery. My sister was getting impatient with the nurses and wanted to know when the doctors will be in since the appointment was for 11AM but it was already 1PM and still no sign of the doctor anywhere. My mom suggested that they wait, my sister was in no such mood to do such a thing. So my mom told her the quote. I was not there. But my mom later had recounted the story. I think it's pretty amusing. Especially since it came from my mom.

As for the appointment time and the delay, I have no idea, since I was not the one who made the appointment. My sister did and lord only knows what was said.

But anyway, back to the quote. I think it's pretty funny, yes?

I for one, would like to add a few more to the list such as don't piss off your mechanic, your facialist, your hair stylist, your dentist (especially!), your server, your wife, your mistress qne girlfriend,your optometrist,whoever is paying your bills etc etc...the list goes on and on! But I guess at the end of the day I would agree the it's best not to piss off your doctor or lawyer.

Oh lord mother of pearl! I just had an epiphany just as I was writing that last paragraph!! Would the theory still hold true if one's spouse or partner is a doctor or a lawyer? Hmmm...hmmm... I would assume not...because I"ve been told and have learned that the laws of logic, and laws of physics (but not the laws of CA)does not apply to most relationships. And so therefore I think that quote is voided in romantic relationships. =D Tee-hee-hee.

"Outer beauty could only get you so far...and yet inner beauty... could only get you so far."

I had said this once in a conversation and ever since then it had stayed with me. I guess through time I learned to believe both and have tried to live my life accordingly.

Most people who know me know where I stand with both. But for those of you who don't, I will elaborate. It goes something like this: If you believe that looks does not matter, you are delusional and a liar (and liars don't go to Heaven...or so I've been told) And if you believe that brains and personality are the windows to your soul you are obviously out of touch with the rest of society and need to get with the program. lol Just kidding...partially. But seriously though, frankly speaking what I had said makes a lot of sense (to me anyway). Of course living in a pretty politically correct society people can't say that as blatantly as I had said it - especially men (not if they still want all their body parts). But that does not change the fact that certain prejudices exists because they have some truth to it.

People were given the gift to see and feel and connect with one another. What's the point of having them if we're not going to use it? Right? Right!

Why do women (sometimes men) get so worked up when others talk about the importance of looks? Yet very few people get upset when people talk about the importance of intelligence. Why is that? Could it be because people feel that looks is a feature that "can't be helped?" I beg to defer. I've seen and have met some pretty dumb - borderline stupid- people that can't be helped.

I learned at a fairly young age (though I don't believe young enough) that my "brains" and what I called a "personality" was not enough to get the boys in school to notice me. Was it a bit frustrating? Of course, especially when it seems like all the other girls in class were being taken out to the movies or in some boy's new toy. A boy I really liked in junior high, and I'm taking about tremendous crush here, didn't even know I was alive. He had his eyes on a someone else. Someone who was not at all "like me". I remember making mental comparisons between this rival and myself and the list just didn't add up. I got better grades (very studious), a bit more talkative, I even tried to learn about his favorite sport:hockey, tried to watch the movies he liked, often asked questions about his friends and family and what he was doing or did over the weekend. I believed, essentially, that I was a model girlfriend and was "better suited" for him in more than one way. One day I accepted the cold, hard truth...one that trumps all my qualifications/justifications/validations on why he should like me. My rival had one thing - that the object of my affection found way more appealing than my "personality" ...the one thing that make up for the fact that the girl was not the brightest crayon in the box - her looks. A very prett girl. Yours truly? Well, lets just say I was not even "the girl next door" - instead I was the "few doors down" kind of girl. I was a nerd, still am today, however I honestly believed that others will "overlook" the appearance and still want to get to know the "real me". I wished, and prayed and waited - it never came...

Granted, I believe I've always been "girly" type of girl. Because afterall I grew up playing with Barbies with Gone With The Wind playing in the background, so Scarlett O'Hara was (still is) one of my idols. However, I realized that I was not projecting that image (what's the point of feeling like a girly girl if you're not projecting it? That's equivalent to saying "Gee, I sure feel smart" when the best you ever did was a C in sex ed.). It makes no sense, therefore, just simplying 'beliving' one is something, does not make it true.

Also to note around this time I had started reading Lady Of The Camellias by Alexandre Dumas (It was not an assigned reading for school, it was just simply something I wanted to read on my own) and it was wonderful! The book gave me even more reasons to believe that even though looks may not be the 'most' important thing, they are still, nevertheless, important.

So I made the necessary changes, tiny steps at a time of course. I didn't pull the whole "extreme makeover" where I left school Friday and came back Monday looking completely different. It was something that changed over time. It really wasn't until half way through my high school years that others started noticing some changes. I don't think it wasn't until my after my senior year in high school that the most changes took place. Perhaps it was because I was 18 at the time, and was allowed (by my parents and the law) to finally date the men that I wanted to date. For the record, the junior high boy finally did come around but I was no longer interested. Serves him right! Ass!

I like to use this analogy in regards to appearance. When you go the store to buy something, lets say some cereal. Unless you know exactly what you want, chances are you'll walk down the aisle and find there are literally hundreds of boxes staring at you waiting for you to pick it and most likely you will scan through them. You'll see lots of colorful boxes vs the not so colorful ones. Ones with an orange tiger on the front telling you it's great! One with an rabbit telling you it's delicious! Even one with a cute little yellow bee buzzing around! All very appealing, and all advertises it tastes great, but very few advertise how good it's actually for you. Except for this plain white box on the bottom with a big red "K" on it which states that people who eats it "weigh less" and its neightbor advertises that it helps reduce heart disease and so on and so forth. But yet, the boxes there on the bottom are plain and and it's not strategicaly placed at eye level. So most people who aren't in the mood for anything in particular will most likely overlook them.

Another example would be lets say you want to buy a blender but the box is a bit rough around the edges, and the picture on the box isn't all that impressive - but yet the sales guy insists that it's top of the line with realy cool features. However, you can't get over the fact that the box itself looks a bit dirty so you question what the actual product is like. You want to open and see but the sales person says you can't. Most likely you'll put the box back and grab a different one. Even though you know that once you get home you'll toss the box away anyway.

Now the reverse could also be true for "boxes" with really cool pictures and comes in neat packages, but the product itself is not all that impressive and sometimes doesn't deliver. But the point I'm trying to make is that the companies that go out of their way to make their packages more appealing often times has more sales and attention. For a company to take its chances and say "oh people will overlook this design and realize what a cool product this really is" is very risky and just not very smart. Because most likely, people don't.

With that said, I'm a firm believer that an attractive person can eventually look ugly if the person has little to offer on the inside. I always tell people that charm and looks can get you by for about 15 minutes after that you better know something.


Please also note thay the importance of looks may apply more so for women than men? Why? Because 1) women are a bit more vain than men by nature and 2) men are more visually stimulated and 3) because I'm a woman and can only speak from a woman's point of view.

"She's the kind of girl that likes to be covered up"

This quote is very cute, because it's referring to a cat.The cat's owner had left town for a couple of weeks and had bestowed this big furball of love into the hands of a trusted friend. The friend decided to take this cat in for a "trim" (the owner claimed it was more of a buzz) because when the owner had returned, the cat seemed thinner...slimmer. I said that it must be a good thing and the response was the quote.This quote is cute and may even be silly, when it's about a cat or any other animal. However, if you take it out of context others will think the quote is about a particular girl.

So I raise this question to all the gents and gals reading this. What images pop into your head when you read/perhaps hear this quote? Does a prudist girl come up? Nerdy? Preppy? Is the image even about a "girl" or that of a woman? I will bet you this though...that the image is not that of a cat. Unless you're the parties involved: yours truly, the cat owner, or the cat.

Of course men will say that they want someone who's dressed appropriately for each occasion. And for the most part I will agree with this. There's nothing worse than someone who's rigid and inadaptable. With that said, I still believe that there are certain stereotypes that people tend to be categorized in. Particularly, in the way that a woman is dressed. Men don't always feel comfortable dating a full on nerd, or a full on slut. Most would claim that they want someone in between. :::Chuckles:::Eye roll:::: Of course they would say that! No man wants to shoot himself in the foot and no man would. Smart bastards.

However, I will say this. With most men, much like women, there are patterns in the people that they see or date and even marry. Men just don't go from dating a full on nerd (no, not the sexy kind) to a full on Pamela the next day. It just does not happen! And to believe that it does is just simply silly. Why? Because there there things known as preferences. Sure we like to try different and new restaurants every now and then but in times of need we go with that we're most comfortable with. Sure a man may date a scantily clad woman here and there but if he's use to dating and marrying the conservative, chances are he'll go back to what he's use to. That doesn't mean the conservative/girl who "likes to be covered up" can't show a bit of skin every now and then. Far from it, usually, it's the "covered up" ones that end up surpsrising the living day lights out of everyone else. Too bad people don't kiss and tell.


I'm a firm believer that "maybe" is a alot sexier than simply a yes or a no. Because "maybe" in theatre is the moment of "unlimited possibilities" and business it's seen as "endless opportunities" (in life it's "you're about to tbe screwed over" lol just kidding!). I've always known and believe this correlation, however, seeing it in actual words makes it seems more concrete...official for some reason.

I guess you could say I'm an advocate for girls who "likes to be covered up", however, I think it does have alot to do with what the girl is like as oppose to what she's wearing. Something that says "maybe" on one person may just simply be a flat "no" on another.

So next time you see a girl who's "covered up" , before you ignore her, try to imagine what she'll look like bent over a desk - I'm sure that'll give you enough reasons to come up and talk to the poor girl. Tell her I sent you, or maybe she'll beat you to the punch and say that I sent her. ;-P

Overnight Shipping Costs = Arm and Leg maybe First Born

"They won't ship it (the computer) overnight. They could buy a whole new computer with the money that it takes just to ship overnight"

Obviously I find this quote very amusing. The funnier thing is that the person did not realize that I had just captured the words on paper. Words that everyone who had ever needed to ship something or waited for a shipment understands.

I'm all for free capitalism. However, does it really need to cost an arm and a leg just to ship something over night? Or same day air? I mean jeez! Sometimes it's even more than what the darn product is worth. Too funny and annoying at the same time.

People vs. Food

My comment: "Food that tastes the worst are suppose to be really good for you and the food that tastes really good could suppsedly kill you."

Response: "I see...does this apply to people too?"

That exhange was so funny. I had to take out a few minutes to laugh and ponder about it at the same time.

So my question indeed is does this apply to people too? Hmmm... perhaps... maybe.. maybe not. Let me elaborate. I believe the answer is that it depends on the food just like it depends on the person that one is dealing with. Because not all food that tastes bad are good for you and not all good food would kill you. Of course if you were to eat a pound of french fries and burgers for an extended period you'll be going from Jack-In-The-Box to Jump-In-The-Box faster than it'll take you to finish that smoothie.

Although I do love food and don't see anythng wrong with stuffing one's self into oblivion, I do realize that perhaps I will reach a point in my life where the food will catch up with me and I'll keel over or worse get fat!! :-O

But anyway enough about food. Lets talk about my 5th favorite topic: People.

I will not get crude by making any comments/innuendos about what the quote may be implying. For I do not think the responder had any intentions for it to be crude.

So another question that I will bring up is this : Is too much of a good thing bad? Who knows. I've heard mixed responses. Me? Well, I don't think I can say much given I'm "Miss-I-Want-To-Marry-The-Heir-Of-Hershey Chocolate-Mattel Toys-or-Crayola". If you have their numbers, please let me know. =) I promise to send you a lifetime supply of all three.

Now that I think more about it, I think it all goes back to intent. You can have someone good but if their intentions are not aligned with yours than there may be a problem or a disconnect. So essence perhaps a good person can eventually be bad for you since you may have different paths in mind.

Now onto the flip side. Can a bad person be good for you? Oooooh I can see a few men and women roll their eyes back grinning from ear to ear. I've heard this so many times, that some (women in particular) are "into bad boys". First of all, yours truly, does not like "bad boys" or "good boys" for that matter. Some got that, some didn't. But anyway...

I think it's very interesting how some girls would openly admit that they are into "bad boys". I have no personal experience so I can't speak for myself but I have observed and have been told that "bad" could mean someone covered with tattoos (that's nasty if you ask me), or rides a motorcyle (annoying and is a public nuisance)...hey why stop there, why not add beats women and kicks cats into the mix too. What exactly is a "bad boy"? Or a "bad girl" (hey now, behave!
Oh I was speaking to myself there. Not to the reader) Tee-hee-hee.

For me when I think of a bad boy or a bad girl, it means someone who you would would not introduce to your parents and perhaps may even be a bit embarrassed to introduce to others.

I will get into the topic of "good girls" some other time...I may even tell you about one of my own favorite quotes that I say regarding me.

"Heels sounds bitchy, the faster you walk the bitchier it sounds"

That was what I had said to 2 other girls as we were walking down a hallway once. We were all wearing heels and walking like there was no tomorrow. I,for one, have been told on numerous occasions that I walk extremely fast, for a girl...and for a girl of my height. I have also been told I have the "New Yorker Walk', whatever that means(Should I be flattered? Or offended? Perhaps the New Yorkers should be offended), I guess I'll have to record myself walking or rewatch "WallStreet". But anyway, I digress, as I often do...

Back to heels...so after I had said that the two girls on either side of me bursted into a fit of giggles. That told me that these girls knew what I was talking about and in their own little giggly way was agreeing with me. So my question is why do heels sound bitchy? Everyone knows the infamous click, click, click that I'm referring to. Men and women alike, maybe even children. It doesn't matter if the person doing the "clicking" is the sweetest person in the world, for me I believe the sound gives off a very dominate almost pushy vibe. With that said, I think this does not apply when a girl is running in heels because then the deliberate click,click,click has suddently turned into the plastic heel version of a chiwawa. Small, yappy and frantic. Nothing bitchy about that, just annoying.

I won't even go into platform shoes,because I think they are gaudy and unfeminine.

I am a heels/pumps kind of girl. Come to think of it, I can't even remember the last time I wore tennis shoes. It's just that much of my every daily activities doesn't require me to be wearing running or what some would call "comfortable shoes". Keep in mind I do wear nonheels, such as flats and sandles. It's just that I do wear heels more often than not. So what does that say about a girl who thinks that heels sound bitchy but yet wears it almost every day? Is this a case where the wearer becomes the "wear-ee"? Hmmm....

Am I the only person who thinks/feels this way about heels? I think not! I have at least two people who can attest to this!

Until next time, please pass me the Choos. ;-P

"I need to go out in order to go in" the response to that was "Yeah, I know, I need to see white in order to see black"

A group of us were working with the camera, the assistant was trying to get the camera to focus. But she didn't know which level of focus the camera was set to, so she would always zoom out completely and slowly zoom in from there. Which takes a while. So someone finally asks why she was taking so long, and her replied was "I need to go out in order to go in". The person who asked her quickly nodded in amusement and said "Yeah, I know, I need to see white in order to see black". I found the whole "exchange" to be quite entertaining - so out came the pen/notepad.


The exchange was quite funny, not just in the context and manner in which it had occured. But when you think about it for a while, you can see that it can be expanded to apply to other things in our lives. For example, how do we know we're happy if we've never been sad? Or know what chocolate souffle is like if we've only had cheesecake? Or what "unpretty" is if we don't know pretty? The answer is we wouldn't! That's what's so amusing! We think we know all that we need to know, but something or someone comes along and opens a new door or draws a curtain from a different window in the room. And when that happens, we are rarely ever the same again.

Yes, I do understand that the world is not "black and white", however it's not a matter of black or white, its more about having both black and white as options in order for us to see and understand that shades of gray can come from it.

"I don't know why, most of the shit you do would be annoying as hell, but when you do it...enchanting"

That makes me giggle to no end. But then again I seem to giggle at just about everything. My whole body is a basically a funny bone.

I don't believe I've ever been called "enchanting" up until that point. From then on, this particular gentleman would refer to me as such. It makes me smile. Maybe he'll forget 10 years from now. Who knows. =) You'll have to ask him, for I'm too shy to ask.

That was the reason why I had picked that name for my blog. As vain as I am(and maybe conceited at times), I don't think I could call myself that without proper justification from a valid and valuable outside source.

I was going to call my blog "Ramblings from a Crazy...." and then I had a list of names that I was going to use for it, but none of it worked out for none of it had a good ring to it. At least imagery wise, I was not turned on as far as the list was concern.

I think "Enchantress in Pearls" works for now. It's catchy, sorta, and sexy and suggestive. Sexy works...yes? Everyone understands sexy!

Back to the quote, I think it's quite amusing. Since that quote explains why people are smitten with one another sometimes. We've all been there, where just about everything that other person does is very entertaining and delightful to us. It's only when we ourselves start noticing how annoying something has become that we realize the magic is over. :::Chuckles::: So the question that comes to my mind at the moment is, when does it become annoying if the person has been doing what they've done all along? Do people really do get "un-enchanted" and just wake up from their state of blurriness after reality hits them? If so, why? I don't know myself, and I don't think most know either because it seems like we all do it over and over when sometimes we should know better -- get enchanted that is.

I just think it's a very interesting dynamic that we allow some to get away with some things and but won't put up with it if someone else does it. What makes this one particular so special anyhow? Says who? And why?! I mean what gives right?! I guess that's a topic for another time. =)

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. ~Albert Camus

I figured what better way to celebrate my first blog than with a shot of vodka, and a cigar at 1:30AM. I am quite the night owl.

I am quite a talkative person, and it occured to me a while back that so much is said from moment to moment between people that great...if not brilliant ideas/thoughts/comments are lost in the chaos simply because most people aren't aware of what they say. Even if they are aware, they often forget after a while. What a tragic waste. So what I had started doing was jot down things that people would say to me or others that I found "pen worthy". I do carry a mini notepad with me at all times.

The purpose of this blog is to expand upon the quotes that I have documented -either by sharing the context in which it was said, or simply my thoughts on it. Names have been omitted to protect the guilty and not so innocent.

Great things have been said, are being said, and have yet to be said. I am very excited as to where this will take me, but for the time being I have my pen and paper ready...