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Take care of your feet
Most of us neglect and abuse our feet. It's no wonder then that we suffer from foot problems. We squeeze them into ill-fitting shoes and neglect to give them the basic care other areas of our bodies receive. Skin care often stops at the ankles.

The most important part of basic foot care is to wear properly fitting shoes. Various medical reports indicate that many children wear shoes that are too small. Deformities of toes, bunions, hammertoes, corns, calluses and ingrown toenails are often the result of badly fitting shoes.

Routine foot care should include daily washing. Be sure to thoroughly dry your feet, especially between the toes. Try to avoid putting on your shoes straightaway to permit the foot to dry properly. The 'athlete's foot' fungus and bacteria love warm, moist areas.

While the feet have large active sweat glands, they have relatively small oil glands, so dryness can be a problem. Daily application of a cream can relieve excessive dryness.

Once a week at least, give your feet special attention while bathing. After the skin has been softened by warm water, gently smooth roughened areas on the heels and soles with a pumice stone and then apply cream. Rub in and massage.

Foot powders will prevent chafing and may absorb perspiration. They are similar to talcum powders and have various ingredients added for antiseptic and stringent effects.

Change socks daily and don't wear the same pair of shoes two days in a row. Give your toenails a regular pedicure. Consult a dermatologist about any foot problems.

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Adrien Brody becomes a pianist
Starring in Roman Polanski's latest film, The Pianist, entailed five hours piano practice every day, and a meagre diet of protein and steamed vegetables, but Adrien Brody wouldn't have missed the experience for the world.

Adrien Brody's latest performance, starring in The Pianist, is compelling. With an undeniable talent and looks that recall a young and hungry Al Pacino, Brody is surely overdue for the recognition he deserves.

A perfect example of an actor who has been hovering on the brink of stardom for far too long, Adrien Brody has become all too familiar with the slings and arrows of outrageous PR. With his appearance in two high-profile movies, Terrence Malick's The Thin Red Line and Spike Lee's Summer of Sam, Brody has once again found himself on the verge of stardom, a place he has visited many times before.

The Pianist, directed by Roman Polanski is adapted from the autobiography of Wladyslaw Szpilman, a Polish Jew who detailed his survival during World War II.

A composer and a pianist, he played the last live music heard over Polish radio airwaves before Nazi artillery hit. During the brutal occupation, he eluded deportation and remained in the devastated Warsaw ghetto. There, he struggled to stay alive even when cast away from those he loved. He would eventually reclaim his artistic gifts and confront his fears, with aid from the unlikeliest of sources.

It was not an easy role to take on. "I had to learn to play the piano for the film. I do have a basic knowledge of piano. I've studied off and on for years, but I'm definitely not a concert pianist," says Brody.

Polanski demanded total commitment, "There were no options," Brody recalls.

"Within six weeks, I had to lose a tremendous amount of weight, I had to grow that beard, I had to work on a dialect and I had to learn to play the piano, and I had a six month movie in front of me and I was starving myself and having four hours of piano a day. I was immersed in it. So, it was a lot. It was a lot, it was more than I've ever had to do and I had to stay in this space for a really long time."

Losing weight required a strict diet. "I had two boiled eggs, and then, I didn't have anything for about five hours and then, I had a small piece of chicken, grilled, under two hundred grams of chicken and dinner was four or five hours later, and it would be a small piece of fish and a few steamed vegetables, and that's all I ate."

Brody is the first to admit that the film had a profound effect on him. He recalls one particularly poignant scene. "When I meet up with the German officer at the end and when he brought me bread in that scene, the first take or something, I cried because I smelled the bread and I hadn't had any carbohydrates, any, period. Here was this loaf of real bread, baked bread, Eastern European, thick, hardy bread and I just thought what this man must feel getting a loaf of bread and he was probably way more hungry than I could ever imagine and getting it from a Nazi officer, it made me cry. I couldn't have gone there without all this other stuff that Roman guided me into.

"It was really profound and that's what I want. You know, that's what I want to get from my work. That's the beauty of acting, when you can connect to these things, and hopefully, transmit these emotions to people and gain something, and that's really how you benefit. Getting a fun character is great, there's nothing wrong with it, but it's far less enriching."

Brody also believes that the experience has made him appreciate life far more.

"It put so much into perspective for me and even on a simple level, it just made me appreciate being able to eat, being able to eat with friends, having shelter.

"These are things that I have taken for granted and that we all kind of take for granted, and I think that it's human nature to complain and it's legitimate because we all want to strive to have better things and be better people and grow, but you have to remember your own good fortune, and be aware of other people's misfortune."

What happens now? "I don't know," he says. "Hopefully it'll inspire some people to send me some good material. I'm waiting. But I do need something that will provide me some kind of growth in another way. I'd love to do something with some romantic involvement, you know, some serious, leading man with a wonderful woman who's a fantastic actor, and just great contemporary stuff that's real and powerful and moving. That's where I'm at.

"I'm ready for that kind of material and it can be equally dramatic, but there's a different kind of suffering, the suffering that a woman can give me [Laughs]. It's a little different."
- Asia Features

100 Words on Weave
Far away from
Meadows, grazing cows
And smiling faces
Trapped within the walls
Of a mechanised world
With electric people

Bound to a heartless machine
For nothing more than
A piece of bread
Youth disintegrating
Within an intricate tapestry
Yet love has to wait!

Sleeping in a crowded shanty
Where luxury is a light bulb
Alone in a shadowy culture
Of sweet whisperers
Weaving their web ever so gently
For another prey
Poor little Arachne dreams of smiles
The prize for a hard-earned pay
Thushara Chathuranga

Through the thin fabric,
of a surreal dreamscape,
water, as icy as death herself,
maliciously sheared the drug induced weave.
Lace-edged butterflies,
flitting among plump velvet lotuses,
ripped apart like ripe cocoons,
and the harsh cold-doused morn,
pushed past the frayed, fragmented, fantasy.
In this slow-to-star guest house,
where a sluggish day yields only a few Fen,
but there inevitably follows,
the bliss of weaving,
opium dreams far into an oriental night.
Shivanthi Balasuriya

I look down the window.
The basket weaver is weaving yet another basket
I'm weaving too.
Weaving a mat of hatred.
Every time I see him, my mat grows a little longer
Someday I'll trap him in my mat.
Time passes
The basket weaver has woven a thousand baskets
I have woven too.
But alas! It is myself I've entrapped.
Ruvi Jayathilaka

I had a dream
'Twas a beautiful dream
I wished it to be true
So I began to weave a tissue
To transform my dream to substance
And then to give it permanence.
The loom was set up with ardour
I laboured with great fervour;
For the warp I chose my ambition
The weft it had my aspirations;
The shuttle moves flatteringly
As I await the result yearningly
But alas, like Penelope's web - I grieve
My dream is still in the weave.
Thilaha Yoganathan

Web of death
Like pearls they were,
Nestled in the leaves.
Took my fancy,
Could not bear to leave.
Day by day,
I watched it change,
From the pearl to the
Wriggling larvae, to
The motionless cocoon.
Then came the final transformation
A graceful, brightly coloured thing,
Fluttering in desperation,
To be free.
With what hopes I set it free
But alas,
The maiden flight, the freedom,
The bright hopes dashed,
The little thing was trapped,
In a spider's web.
D. Ukuwela

I watch
The spider weaving
Ever so patiently
The cobweb
Enveloping me
In solitude,
I hurriedly open the window
And the cold wind
Tiptoes to my study-room
Enticing me to break
Free from my pensive mood
And I croon a love song
My thinking focused on you
Hugging the vision
Of a bright and
Ranjan Amerasinghe

Cradled in the quietness
Of early dawn,
My mind fixed easy
On the breath stealing in
And gently pushing out
Now fast, now getting slow
Going deep or skiing along.

A thought stole in
Weaving the loveliness of morn
Weaving gay tints of red and gray.
A host of thoughts forced in
Weaving memories
Of early love, loss,
Weaving the many dreams of youth and age
Weaving the past and future
Thoughts weaving their frantic tapestry
Enticed the mind.
The mind strays
Rollicking in woven dreams.
The breath weaving in and out
Becomes a barren exercise.
Leila Ekanayake

Hello out there
Dear Baby Omar,
Wish you a happy 2nd birthday. May Allah bless you.
From ever loving Sachi, Shazra, Shazna and Hamzath Mama

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Wish you a happy birthday and a wonderful New Year. I love you so much. I can't think of a life without you. Believe me, you are everything in my world.
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Wish you a bright future.
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We miss you so much. May you have a bright and successful future.
From your loving sisters,
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Dear Lahiru,
You are my heart, you are my soul, and you are my everything in this world.

To the queen of my life Shehani,
You are the charming diamond that I hold special in my heart. I treasure you with my life. May all your wishes come true.

Hi Teddy,
Happy birthday. May the pleasures of today always be with you. All your friends are with you.

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Wish you a fantastic 16th birthday. May Allah bless you.
From Shara, Zainab, Aaysha, Misfa, Shaziya, Amna and Amra.

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