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Dreamin'..Sharin</title><subtitle type='html'>Queen Sharin is the name of my blog only because it rhymes... I have no superiority complex!!!  I believe we are all wonderful :D  Just your typical girl who likes to write, dream, laugh.  I hope you can relate to some of the things I write and maybe even crack a smile (unlike me in this picture hehe)!  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border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="312276_210046245730511_100001754104033_521511_631647102_n" border="0" alt="312276_210046245730511_100001754104033_521511_631647102_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UsLgxinzuqE/Ty6OmeRkJ3I/AAAAAAAAAwI/E0FZHcfwC44/312276_210046245730511_100001754104033_521511_631647102_n_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="428" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HK8h-K2Sw2U/Ty6OqYzniFI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/v-Nw45wwHmA/s1600-h/424612_10150561518927510_772792509_8881264_1104776648_n%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="424612_10150561518927510_772792509_8881264_1104776648_n" border="0" alt="424612_10150561518927510_772792509_8881264_1104776648_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-SvYxq9q5oSU/Ty6O05YS5OI/AAAAAAAAAwY/mtAeAEZB-3s/424612_10150561518927510_772792509_8881264_1104776648_n_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="371" height="529" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jM9lGH4s72k/Ty6O7W9HgMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/iTCFY3404oM/s1600-h/beach3%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="beach3" border="0" alt="beach3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-MbDnb6lPStw/Ty6PCJKCnJI/AAAAAAAAAwo/nMMDE4TtffI/beach3_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" height="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sexually liberated or persuaded by males into thinking this will make her attractive/liberated?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s all about your point of view isn’t it, but at least make sure your viewpoint is an educated one.&amp;#160; Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My reason for writing this blog post is because I’m sick of people judging other people who don’t look like them.&amp;#160; I’m also sick of people not knowing anything about other people’s religion and Islam is one of the more misunderstood religions, although Sikhism is often thought to be an extremist, violent religion as well – I will keep this post on Islam. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pocahontas said it best: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You think the only people who are people       &lt;br /&gt;Are the people who look and think like you        &lt;br /&gt;But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger        &lt;br /&gt;You'll learn things you never knew you never knew”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah that’s right I just quoted Pocahontas from a Disney movie and yes I know Disney is effing sexist and racist half the time but I LIKE THE SONG GODDAMIT.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Look, I understand why so many western women think that women who wear a burqa or hijaab are repressed.&amp;#160; When they hear stories of women who are not allowed to leave their houses or work and simultaneously see images of women in a niqaab or burqa they automatically leap to the conclusion that it is the religion that is oppressive.&amp;#160; I don’t know how many times I’ve heard racist comments by people who I KNOW, people who would consider themselves NOT racist say racist things about Muslim people.&amp;#160; &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Are there many oppressed Muslim women in this world?&amp;#160; Yes!&amp;#160; Are they oppressed because of Islam?&amp;#160; No!&amp;#160; If you knew anything at all about the religion you would know this.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You think Canada or Vancouver is a place that isn’t very racist?&amp;#160; All you have to do is read news stories online and see the racist comments underneath and you’ll know the truth.&amp;#160; I hear racist comments at work, and I’m sure you do too!&amp;#160; I’m getting sick and tired of having to defend my Muslim brothers and sisters to the world.&amp;#160; EDUCATE yourselves people and stop being so afraid of everything that looks different from you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“When it comes down to it, a piece of cloth cannot oppress a woman. A government, a society, an employer, husband, or father: they can oppress. They can misuse their authority to keep women down by denying them education and filling their minds with the words of men, instead of the words of God.       &lt;br /&gt;Society can oppress by portraying an unattainable image of what beauty should be and shove it down the throats of young impressionable girls and women everyday through every vessel. Oppressive husbands use insults and physical domination to hold down their women. A niqab, a miniskirt, an advertisement, a written or unwritten law, and sexist epithets are just a few examples of the devices for which oppressors can use to make women feel and exist as a lesser gender.”&lt;/em&gt; – Muslim Mommy &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07107093885607042903"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/profile/07107093885607042903&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I urge you to read this blog post: &lt;a href="http://www.dig4knowledge.blogspot.com/2010/12/niqab-oppression-or-liberation.html"&gt;http://www.dig4knowledge.blogspot.com/2010/12/niqab-oppression-or-liberation.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I often hear people state that Islam is a bad religion because it only makes women cover themselves.&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;That is not true.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; Both men and women in Islam are told to dress modestly, the only thing that differs is the extent to which a woman must cover herself and the extent to which a male must cover themselves.&amp;#160; A male is not required to cover their hair for example but they are told to dress modestly as well.&amp;#160; Read this: &lt;a href="http://stylishmuslimah.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-brother.html"&gt;http://stylishmuslimah.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-brother.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AND this: &lt;a href="http://stylishmuslimah.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-irony.html"&gt;http://stylishmuslimah.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-irony.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; (its about Islam and womens rights)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AND THIS: &lt;a href="http://stylishmuslimah.blogspot.com/2011/08/hijabi-beginner-is-hijab-really.html"&gt;http://stylishmuslimah.blogspot.com/2011/08/hijabi-beginner-is-hijab-really.html&lt;/a&gt; (it’s about whether a hijab is really required)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I often visit &lt;a href="http://www.stylishmuslimah.blogspot.com"&gt;www.stylishmuslimah.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and I’ve chosen these blog posts as recommended reading because it’s simply written and I highly doubt most of you will go out and read Benazir Bhutto’s book “Reconciliation”, but if you are one of the few who want to read that book I do have a copy you can borrow if you know me or you can find one at your local library it is def worth the read.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Islam is not a religion that oppresses women.&amp;#160; It is also not a religion that promotes evil or violence. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;. . . Do not take life, which Allah has made sacred, except through justice and the law. He orders this so that you may acquire wisdom&amp;quot; (6:151) and, &amp;quot;Do not take life, which Allah has made sacred, except for a just cause. If anyone is killed unjustly, We allow his heir (to seek justice) but do not allow him to exceed bounds when it comes to taking life, for he is helped (by the law)&amp;quot; (17:33). According to the Qur'an, killing a person unjustly is the same as killing all of humanity, and saving a person is the same as saving all humanity. (See 5:32.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How any religion where the devotees greet each other with “Peace be upon you” (&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As-Salāmu `Alaykum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) be considered a violent religion is beyond me.&amp;#160; I mean HELLOOO.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In every religious book there are phrases that can be taken out of context and to haters they may seem to promote violence.&amp;#160; Terrorists also twist things to their liking but I have never and never will believe that a terrorist has a religion.&amp;#160; Below are some examples of other religious texts that have passages that could be misinterpreted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Deuteronomy, the fifth book of the Torah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Moses shares this message from God as the Israelites prepare to enter the Promised Land: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;I will make my arrows drunk with blood, and my sword shall devour flesh; with the blood of the slain and of the captives, from the long-haired heads of the enemy.&amp;quot; (Deut. 32:42)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;When your brother, the son of your mother, or your son or your daughter, or the wife of your bosom, or your friend who is as your own soul, entices you secretly, saying 'Let us go and serve other gods,' . . . you shall kill him, your hand shall be first against him to put him to death, and afterwards the hand of all the people. You shall stone him to death with stones, because he sought to draw you away from the Lord your God. . . &amp;quot; (Deuteronomy 13: 6-10)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Kill every male among the little ones, and kill every woman who has known man intimately. But spare for yourselves all virgin maidens&amp;quot; (Numbers 31:17-18).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In The New Testament:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Do not think that I have come to send peace on Earth. I did not come to send peace, but a sword. I am sent to set a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law&amp;quot; (Mathew 10:34-35).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;I say to you that to everyone who has, more shall be given, but from the one who does not have, even what he does have shall be taken away. As for my enemies who do not want me to reign over them, bring them here and kill them in my presence&amp;quot; (Luke 19:26-27).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AGAIN, many religious texts have passages which can be taken out of context.&amp;#160; Islam is often thought to be a religion that oppresses women, it is often thought to be a religion that promotes violence and I hope that by reading what I have written above you can see that it is not.&amp;#160; I’m not here to try and change a hard core racist person’s mind because I don’t argue with idiots, but there are many “normal” people out there that are friends of mine even that say racist things about Islam and Muslim people and this post is for you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*****************&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am a Sikh, and in our Sikh history there have been many battles between Muslim Mughals and Sikhs and I often hear some Sikhs react negatively to Muslim people.&amp;#160; I don’t really know why because we are supposed to “&lt;b&gt;TREAT ALL EQUALLY -&lt;/b&gt; 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-102213878457518094?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/102213878457518094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2012/02/pov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/102213878457518094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/102213878457518094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2012/02/pov.html' title='POV'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UsLgxinzuqE/Ty6OmeRkJ3I/AAAAAAAAAwI/E0FZHcfwC44/s72-c/312276_210046245730511_100001754104033_521511_631647102_n_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-2430938753138703842</id><published>2011-12-26T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:55:12.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><title type='text'>This is Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;― &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3503.Maya_Angelou"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People will never forget how you made them feel.&amp;#160; This is what I want to do in life… I want to make people feel.&amp;#160; I want to be able to make as many people feel as I can.&amp;#160; If I can make someone feel something, then I have distracted them in that one moment from whatever is going on in their life and that one moment of their life is a gift to me… it would be mine and weaved into my tapestry, into my story and would connect me with them.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I want to take your breath away, I want to make you laugh, I want to make you cry, I want to remind you of someone important in your life.&amp;#160; I want that one moment from you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is why I want to be an actor (and this is why since I’m not an actor right now – I write!).&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m jealous of Oprah!&amp;#160; Not because of the money (although I wouldn’t say no to a billion dollars…actually maybe I would… too much friggin money)… but because her job allowed her to make other people feel, every single day (and this is why I love Shah Rukh Khan…although mine and his story/love affair is a long story).&amp;#160; I’m jealous of Oprah because everyday when she was standing on her show she knew that that was exactly where she was supposed to be.&amp;#160; Not a lot of people can say that.&amp;#160; That’s a blessing.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have you ever watched the musical Burlesque?&amp;#160; In it, Christina Aguilera's character leaves her small town when she realizes that there is literally no one else in that town who’s life she would want.&amp;#160; There was no one there who inspired her enough to make her want to stay.&amp;#160; This is kind of how I feel about Vancouver.&amp;#160; There is NO ONE here whose life I would want, there is no one here, no career position that has inspired me enough to want to stay here and there is no position or job that I could create even to fulfill what I want.&amp;#160; I know what I want, and it’s just not here.&amp;#160; The only thing keeping me in Vancouver right now is my family – I can’t even say my friends because I know I would meet my friends if I moved anywhere else in the world but I can’t just pick up and relocate my family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve lived in Vancouver for over 15 years now and there came a point where I was overseas and was boarding my flight to come home to YVR and I was just like… what is the point?&amp;#160; What do I have there?&amp;#160; That moment was terrifying to me – that I could have lived somewhere for over a decade and feel that besides my family I have nothing really physically keeping me there.&amp;#160; It was… terrifying, sad, humbling.&amp;#160; It was kind of my “Eat pray love” moment except I couldn’t sell off all my things like her and travel the world with a book deal waiting for me because I have a FAMILY and I have RESPONSIBILITIES… but how I wish I could have!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Living an uninspired life is a fate worse than death.&amp;#160; I hope I get to fulfill my dreams and I hope you do too!!!&amp;#160; Goodnight everyone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:229dcba8-6712-4383-9c97-cc24be28663c" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/in+the+moment" rel="tag"&gt;in the moment&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Oprah" rel="tag"&gt;Oprah&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dreams" rel="tag"&gt;dreams&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/living+your+life" rel="tag"&gt;living your life&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Christina+Aguilera" rel="tag"&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/burlesque" rel="tag"&gt;burlesque&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/moving" rel="tag"&gt;moving&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/uninspired+life" rel="tag"&gt;uninspired life&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/eat+pray+love" rel="tag"&gt;eat pray love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/pursue+your+dreams" rel="tag"&gt;pursue your dreams&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/acting" rel="tag"&gt;acting&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/actor" rel="tag"&gt;actor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-2430938753138703842?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/2430938753138703842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/12/this-is-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2430938753138703842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2430938753138703842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/12/this-is-why.html' title='This is Why'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-5408908684567331341</id><published>2011-12-24T02:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:02:13.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>Like A Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;“Each of us has that right, that possibility, to invent ourselves daily. If a person does not invent herself, she will be invented. So, to be bodacious enough to invent ourselves is wise.” – Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5JnQmKpEpaI/TvWuqJ2B_TI/AAAAAAAAAtg/S8CDBaMRzQ4/s1600-h/5653_144054750800_640330800_3680003_3223716_n%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="5653_144054750800_640330800_3680003_3223716_n" border="0" height="290" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2UTX-d0mHhM/TvWuqhnoeSI/AAAAAAAAAto/S3gGeJE3DkU/5653_144054750800_640330800_3680003_3223716_n_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="5653_144054750800_640330800_3680003_3223716_n" width="113" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DEgFcQLYt7w/TvWurrVirwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/dS7JoU_Ozms/s1600-h/priyanka-chopra-37050%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="priyanka-chopra-37050" border="0" height="303" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YYX_0oQ8MhE/TvWusD3gWwI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Ly3iqbpWRgA/priyanka-chopra-37050_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="priyanka-chopra-37050" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-T6tgtdamWQs/TvWuuiKE25I/AAAAAAAAAuA/oCdh6tEen0w/s1600-h/priyanka_chopra3%252520-%252520Copy.preview%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="priyanka_chopra3 - Copy.preview" border="0" height="178" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-tTq4ekiU498/TvWuvrFXW7I/AAAAAAAAAuI/SZMYfZGfUSQ/priyanka_chopra3%252520-%252520Copy.preview_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="priyanka_chopra3 - Copy.preview" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-b9mLkhrRVbQ/TvWuw1W_jmI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Z2mrt0ciY2Y/s1600-h/young_lady_gaga_01%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="young_lady_gaga_01" border="0" height="285" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-QbK8sngnOtA/TvWuxbdihII/AAAAAAAAAuY/LN0wd-o8fs4/young_lady_gaga_01_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="young_lady_gaga_01" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tsnkDLZuFrM/TvWuydZN-dI/AAAAAAAAAug/oucwt_LQYvk/s1600-h/Lady_Gaga_Sexy%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lady_Gaga_Sexy" border="0" height="274" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dQ80U5J5FyM/TvWuzJAZ_sI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Ftk0AZXVf6s/Lady_Gaga_Sexy_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="Lady_Gaga_Sexy" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-xmEqyUGzCoE/TvWu0xk5eII/AAAAAAAAAuw/OrtE3o78ao4/s1600-h/MARILYN1%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="MARILYN1" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-fD-oiWznJ9g/TvWu1GiRevI/AAAAAAAAAu4/XxiWwcc3KBA/MARILYN1_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="MARILYN1" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jjmuWJIEEs4/TvWu1i0HfaI/AAAAAAAAAvA/KjlvEYCIb0U/s1600-h/6a0133f1fdf2a0970b0162fc146a42970d-800wi%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="6a0133f1fdf2a0970b0162fc146a42970d-800wi" border="0" height="235" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3FqxEKfWj8U/TvWu2IpgOUI/AAAAAAAAAvI/oVZ7s9YhO8Q/6a0133f1fdf2a0970b0162fc146a42970d-800wi_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="6a0133f1fdf2a0970b0162fc146a42970d-800wi" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vD5c4FpgC7I/TvWu2YzF3jI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/R0xHSqnS9yA/s1600-h/photo.cms%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="photo.cms" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dLmQOj1LxrY/TvWu4tbGZvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RcwgJZZP4B8/photo.cms_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="photo.cms" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/--vKWGTQ6mVU/TvWu5W0nLJI/AAAAAAAAAvg/h3Bo39YIj5s/s1600-h/sonakshisinha08%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="sonakshisinha08" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-81hXnZXh8hM/TvWu7rq6kRI/AAAAAAAAAvo/nVAqI22G29E/sonakshisinha08_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="sonakshisinha08" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some examples of women who were beautiful both before and after but went through some pretty big transformations (both internally and externally) to become the butterflies that they are today.&amp;nbsp; The reason why I’m posting this is to show you that you should NEVER let anyone tell you that you can’t be something.&amp;nbsp; You can be whoever you want in this world, you're not limited to who you were yesterday. &amp;nbsp;You &lt;b&gt;really &lt;/b&gt;can be whoever you want... although of course there is always a price to pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk about transformations I'm not just talking about physically - yes to show the changes in someone I used the above pictures where they went through a physical transformation but emotionally you can transform and be whoever you want as well. &amp;nbsp;Don't let someone else's opinion of you be who you are. &amp;nbsp;You don't need to listen to anyone or be afraid that they are going to make fun of you. &amp;nbsp;They might...and so what? &amp;nbsp;Are you going to die if they do? &amp;nbsp;No right? &amp;nbsp;So effing what!! &amp;nbsp;Just because you were for example shy doesn't mean that you can't change and grow into who you really are and grow into being an outgoing amazing woman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women often admire other women who they consider to be beautiful women and think wow a.) they have such good genes b.) are so naturally beautiful c.) I could never look like that d.) you have to look like that to be a model/actor/girlfriend/whatever e.) their lives are perfect. &amp;nbsp;All those things are what we have been shown and what they want us to believe but really a lot of effort and hard work goes into making you think that , so don't think that you're any less than anyone else. &amp;nbsp;You too can be beautiful you can change from Norma Jean to Marilyn Monroe or from Rajiv Hari Om Bhatia to Akshay Kumar the Khiladi. &amp;nbsp;Don't doubt yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream it you can achieve it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:56eca9c6-6286-4a4d-b39e-2ee406fc3c12" style="display: inline; float: none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dreams" rel="tag"&gt;dreams&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/reinvention" rel="tag"&gt;reinvention&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/reinvent" rel="tag"&gt;reinvent&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/transformation" rel="tag"&gt;transformation&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/makeup" rel="tag"&gt;makeup&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/weight+loss" rel="tag"&gt;weight loss&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/sonakshi+Sinha" rel="tag"&gt;sonakshi Sinha&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/marilyn+monroe" rel="tag"&gt;marilyn monroe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-5408908684567331341?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/5408908684567331341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/12/like-butterfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5408908684567331341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5408908684567331341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/12/like-butterfly.html' title='Like A Butterfly'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2UTX-d0mHhM/TvWuqhnoeSI/AAAAAAAAAto/S3gGeJE3DkU/s72-c/5653_144054750800_640330800_3680003_3223716_n_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-7444270385888721015</id><published>2011-12-05T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:54:53.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Teacher Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DYzJKJI5xqQ/Tt2D9s-W8KI/AAAAAAAAAs8/81FTYQxWfaQ/s1600-h/378166_10151016587640383_527700382_22005501_1195967457_n%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are some teachers who truly guide you and influence your life.&amp;#160; Mrs. Hillman was an amazing teacher, I had her as a teacher for two years.. for English 9 and English 10 Challenge/Advanced or whatever it was called (which turned out to be way easier than regular English haha seriously the BEST CLASS I’ve ever had… )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was never a very memorable kid in school.&amp;#160; I was never the favoured teacher’s pet.&amp;#160; I’ve mentioned before on this blog I think… I was a pretty quiet, shy person for most of elementary and into junior high and I guess you could say I never really bloomed – late bloomer if you will.&amp;#160; Mrs. Hillman was the only teacher who ever actually bothered…she pushed me, cared, and encouraged me to pursue my dreams and saw something in me.&amp;#160; &lt;u&gt;I know that she made countless other students feel the same way and that is why she was truly special.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I remember having some seriously intense conversations with her after school about life and books.&amp;#160; She treated you like an adult and not like an idiot junior high kid.&amp;#160; I remember I called her home phone number one day :$ lol yes I was clearly a weirdo but it was like before the days you could Facebook and email your teacher lol I had some kind of emergency or something…Anywho…&amp;#160; I remember how she told me after class that she was sticking me with this one person who rubbed everyone the wrong way because I was the only person who could control him lol, I remember dissecting books I had read that weren’t in our curriculum with her, she was even one of my references for job applications.&amp;#160; I actually still remember the comments that she gave me on my presentations, my writing (I still have my notes and her comments) and how she scarily knew what I was thinking/my personality.&amp;#160; Sometimes in elementary and junior high I used to think some of my teachers were dumb (like actually stupid I swear to you) and I knew that she knew what she was talking about and I really respected her.&amp;#160; English - reading and writing - was seriously the only thing I was good at and no one ever really gave me any compliments back in the day so her compliments to me and her comments always stuck with me and I truly valued them.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you Mrs Hillman for being the best teacher ever and you will be missed!!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:d471b835-c135-4e2c-93ed-53ec60428b3c" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/English" rel="tag"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/teachers+that+influence" rel="tag"&gt;teachers that influence&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/best+teacher+ever" rel="tag"&gt;best teacher ever&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/books" rel="tag"&gt;books&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/respect" rel="tag"&gt;respect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-7444270385888721015?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/7444270385888721015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/12/best-teacher-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7444270385888721015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7444270385888721015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/12/best-teacher-ever.html' title='The Best Teacher Ever.'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DhcIianZ0D0/Tt2D94tuxbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZXmmSC5QeEI/s72-c/378166_10151016587640383_527700382_22005501_1195967457_n_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-878334778467344625</id><published>2011-11-06T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:22:23.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><title type='text'>Bindiya Chamkegi</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:591948e4-923e-4673-bbb7-14f83dd27d1e" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="3c0e7a29-f15f-42ea-b381-b3bb1c27a3e8" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x30oyo_bindiya-chamkegi-do-raaste-w-eng-su_music" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DQ21R7THkE4/TrdNXe_lsII/AAAAAAAAAso/Qf9NHddRliM/videob9a77da5b6ac%25255B12%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('3c0e7a29-f15f-42ea-b381-b3bb1c27a3e8'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;420\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;257\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x30oyo&amp;amp;related=0\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;allowFullScreen\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;true\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;allowScriptAccess\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;always\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x30oyo&amp;amp;related=0\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;420\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;257\&amp;quot; allowFullScreen=\&amp;quot;true\&amp;quot; allowScriptAccess=\&amp;quot;always\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love this song.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I love Mumtaz…she’s one of my favorite yesteryear actresses.&amp;#160; She was HAWT. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-rAa9P96-75Q/TrdNXlmtpTI/AAAAAAAAAsI/vheZAWht5mM/s1600-h/17etc1MumtazDharam1%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="17etc1MumtazDharam1" border="0" alt="17etc1MumtazDharam1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xZy5PqAZ82E/TrdNX-fURnI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Sg0JXfaWhSw/17etc1MumtazDharam1_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="169" height="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;More on her later but ok so I really like the lyrics of this song.&amp;#160; One of my fav bits is at 3:05 seconds:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maine tujhse mohabbat ki hai ghulami nahin ki balma (I’ve fallen in love with you and not enslaved myself to you dear) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;dil kissi ka tootey chahey koi mujhse rootey (I don’t care if anyone is hurt or anyone gets annoyed with me)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;main to khelungi, main to chehroongi (I will play, I will tease).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yaari tutgiyeh te tutjayeh (and I don’t care if the alliance ceases to exist).&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ha I lowe it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:ede9162e-dd06-4cbc-bc03-2483a0a956fd" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Mumtaz" rel="tag"&gt;Mumtaz&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/yesteryear+actress" rel="tag"&gt;yesteryear actress&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Bollywood" rel="tag"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Golden+age" rel="tag"&gt;Golden age&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Stardust" rel="tag"&gt;Stardust&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Bindiya+Chamkegi" rel="tag"&gt;Bindiya Chamkegi&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Rajesh+Khanna" rel="tag"&gt;Rajesh Khanna&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/old+is+gold" rel="tag"&gt;old is gold&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-878334778467344625?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/878334778467344625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/11/bindiya-chamkegi.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/878334778467344625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/878334778467344625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/11/bindiya-chamkegi.html' title='Bindiya Chamkegi'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DQ21R7THkE4/TrdNXe_lsII/AAAAAAAAAso/Qf9NHddRliM/s72-c/videob9a77da5b6ac%25255B12%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-2554546934125660679</id><published>2011-11-06T18:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:34:23.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Hard to Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Z0vOAtTAfMY/TrdDXu_9iLI/AAAAAAAAArg/t73_F91uRvY/s1600-h/funny_comment_graphic_05%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="funny_comment_graphic_05" border="0" alt="funny_comment_graphic_05" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-C8uSBg4mCFQ/TrdDYNgL1cI/AAAAAAAAAro/abZaQcuZs5A/funny_comment_graphic_05_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="288" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometime’s it’s hard to write what I really think or feel.&amp;#160; I try and keep this blog about my opinions on subjects vs my personal life and what’s going on in my life, but even then it’s hard for me to put something out there knowing that “cool” people might be reading this blog and think I’m crazy lol. Even though it’s a personal blog… writing makes you feel naked and some people come on here just to hate or scoff I think.&amp;#160; I just hope that people visit this blog and read not because they know me and want to know what I think but because there is something that I write that they can relate to.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That is all I want to do, share and relate with people and hopefully make them feel something or at least make them feel that they are not alone out there.&amp;#160; I just like making people feel and knowing that sometimes I distract people from their lives.&amp;#160; That gives me insane pleasure.&amp;#160; Everyone has hardships, everyone has insecurities and there is always more to people than meets the eye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Everyone hates at some point but something that I do is I try and think of each person as a kid.&amp;#160; I imagine what they must have been like as a kid and that they get hurt as well and just because someone like… Katrina Kaif (who I occasionally hate on in my head out of jealousy but secretly love) is super beautiful and popular now that doesn’t mean that their life is perfect or that they don’t cry themselves to sleep every once in a while. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I was made fun of I used to think that if people really knew who I was and came over to my house one day and met my family and saw how I was at home they would never bully me again because they would see how much my family loved me and even if they didn’t like ME PERSONALLY they would not want to make someone else’s parents sad because at the end of the day they have parents too and would not want their parents to be upset.&amp;#160; I guess this blog is kind of my way of inviting people in… that if you really knew me there is no way that you could hate me…so I try to be as honest and open as I can in my posts, even though I get scared sometimes and think that people are going to think I’m nuts!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-N1V7jSjIzPQ/TrdDYWEiHZI/AAAAAAAAArw/sHVa9shi6-c/s1600-h/funny-10%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="funny-10" border="0" alt="funny-10" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-T_bv2_e-Yzg/TrdDYnDxwzI/AAAAAAAAAr4/PQAZdRenfhc/funny-10_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="339" height="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-2554546934125660679?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/2554546934125660679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/11/hard-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2554546934125660679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2554546934125660679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/11/hard-to-write.html' title='Hard to Write'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-C8uSBg4mCFQ/TrdDYNgL1cI/AAAAAAAAAro/abZaQcuZs5A/s72-c/funny_comment_graphic_05_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-704388728913703460</id><published>2011-11-05T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T02:55:06.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Loss/Family/Time… NEED MORE TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There is no flow to this blog post whatsoever.&amp;#160; You’ve been warned. And this is pretty personal.&amp;#160; To those of you who get this blog emailed to you - - - you might not want to read it.&amp;#160; It’s not funny, it’s not anything other than me needing to write and expel my thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have witnessed parents say good bye to their children (which I think is one of the most tragic and unnatural things in life) and children say good bye to their parents forever. I have been to many funerals, seen hearts break, seen dreams shattered, seen many lives stopped before they should have been and have felt the pain of loss.&amp;#160; Those images never leave you, they are imprinted in me forever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Death is a natural part of life, but it’s not something you can ever prepare for, or get over.&amp;#160; I’m terrified to lose people.&amp;#160; Like when they’re gone… they’re gone.&amp;#160; You can’t call them, you can’t see them, you can’t… hear them, laugh with them nothing.&amp;#160; They’re just wiped off the face of this Earth and we’re left with nothing.&amp;#160; Pictures, videos, it’s all nothing.. just memories and I’ve said this before: It is in the complexities, powers and failures of a human’s memory that I sense an omniscient all knowing God.&amp;#160; Our failed and flawed memory is a &lt;u&gt;blessing&lt;/u&gt;, for if I could remember every moment, I would live each day reliving them.&amp;#160; Meaning…&amp;#160; If our memories were perfect… I think I’d go mental because I would literally just relive each moment that I’ve ever had. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I want to cherish the time that I have with family.&amp;#160; I mess up… we all mess up.&amp;#160; Like when I buy McDonald’s and come home and realize my mom’s cooked chicken curry… like hello… what am I thinking?&amp;#160; I’m buying some crap food rather than eating my MOM’S cooking?&amp;#160; Seriously am I retarded?&amp;#160; Or when I sit with a few friends shooting the shit at a restaurant and I’ve been out of the house from.. well firstly I came home at 230am the night before from a friend’s party left at 7am for work then came back at 1230am the next day after a dinner but anyway – shootin the shit at a restaurant with people who I probably won’t care about in 10 years or less and meanwhile my mom’s at home waiting for me to come back because she dressed up in a Halloween costume for the first time in her life and she wanted to show me cuz she was excited.&amp;#160; Like seriously am I retarded?&amp;#160; Do you guys ever mess up like this?&amp;#160; Do you guys think about it?&amp;#160; I think about things all the time.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Opportunity cost is my biggest problem.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; I can’t figure it out.&amp;#160; At some point you have to branch out and do your own thang and cut the umbilical cord and let loose maybe move countries and then… on the other hand I want to spend time with people that I care about because you don’t get to spend time with them forever.&amp;#160; I pray every day for the safety of my friends and family… I can’t lose anyone I really can’t.&amp;#160; I care and love everyone in my life so so much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Everything is all connected for me… death, guilt, loss.&amp;#160; I think everyone is going to die so fast…if not from a disease or illness than a natural disaster or a freak murder/shooting or a car crash or a plane crash or whatever there are like fifty million ways you can die early that it makes the “died peacefully while sleeping in bed” option seem far fetched and dismally grim.&amp;#160; I feel like life is just rushing by, I’m being swept by the current and all I want to do is find a branch to hold on to to try and stop myself from moving forward.&amp;#160; I can’t add anyone in my life because that’s just one person too many that I’d worry about.&amp;#160; You don’t understand… the amount that I love the people who I love – it’s an insane amount.&amp;#160; It’s insane.&amp;#160; I truly and madly and with all my heart love people.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kirpa is a word that really resonates with me.&amp;#160; We are all here by God’s grace and blessing and if you aren’t thanking God for being here every single day of your life – you should sort out your priorities.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its true what they say – youth is wasted on the young.&amp;#160; I feel like so many young people… have everything going for them right in front of them and they waste it on… stupid shit.&amp;#160; They waste time on stupid ass shit… and before they know it this will all be gone and I feel like they don’t cherish the moment.&amp;#160; But maybe that’s just what youth is – the innocence of thinking that you have your whole life in front of you, that nothing is going to go wrong, that bad things happen to other people, that you’re invincible.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just want my family to be settled and happy.&amp;#160; As much as I joke about how I never want to be in a relationship… I do want to grow old with someone, I DO BELIEVE IN MONAGAMY, I do want children very badly I want my children (God willing if I have any) to know my parents because I KNOW they would make AWESOME grandparents and I loved my grandparents and would want my parents to be grandparents too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just want everyone to live a very long, healthy and happy life.&amp;#160; Is that so much to ask God?&amp;#160; As for myself – I don’t fear death personally (in fact if I ever left while fighting for injustice know that I left happy)… I just fear things happening to other people or the effect that my leaving would have.&amp;#160; I give myself great importance in the role I play in my family lol I feel like everything would fall apart if not for me because in my house I’m kind of the jokester, the catalyst for things, I push people, I push the status quo, I entertain and most especially I try and look out for my younger brother,my sisters, my parents because I feel like I’m the most street smart.&amp;#160; I feel like as long as I’m around I can take care of them through any kind of scenario.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just think about things way too much like… I think it’s the news.. the news depresses me thinking about all the problems in the world and I’m always on the internet and looking at pictures from earthquakes, tsunami’s, bomb blasts whatever’s going on… and it’s just so insane like we live in the most messed up world where people care more about Birkin’s than 2 year olds dying in the street.&amp;#160; :( &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:e70dbb39-1dc3-4004-ac8e-47a6501eca22" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/death" rel="tag"&gt;death&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/love" rel="tag"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life+lessons" rel="tag"&gt;life lessons&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life+is+too+short" rel="tag"&gt;life is too short&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/monagamy" rel="tag"&gt;monagamy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/family" rel="tag"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-704388728913703460?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/704388728913703460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/11/lossfamilytime-need-more-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/704388728913703460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/704388728913703460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/11/lossfamilytime-need-more-time.html' title='Loss/Family/Time… NEED MORE TIME!'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-7767434687419782914</id><published>2011-10-23T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:28:22.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Whoa They’re Hot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;K so I HAVEN’T DANCED IN FOREVER!&amp;#160; It’s been um… a year maybe.&amp;#160; Dancing is my THANG.. I’ve been dancing since I was a little girl – mainly Bollywood stuff – copying my older sister who was copying Madhuri…so you could say I indirectly learnt from the great Madhuri Dixit herself haha.. then of course Aishwarya came along and whooo hooo I just kept on learning their songs and the only song of Hrithik’s that I learnt was Ek Pal Ka Jeena because every song after that he just… became a Prabhu Deva duplicate and that’s just way out of my league.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SO ANYWAY – I haven’t danced in forever.&amp;#160; Been too busy, been too…down and out.&amp;#160; I haven’t been able to attend my friend Shai’s classes as my schedule is just wack so I am doing it the old school way and going to learn some routines off the internet (Youtube is my friend).&amp;#160; I HOPE to post some videos up of me dancing soonish…like within the month hopefully!&amp;#160; If you haven’t already checked out my youtube page it’s &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/queensharin#g/u"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/queensharin#g/u&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ntn crazy, feel free to subscribe lol.&amp;#160; So the reason why I want to upload vids of me dancing is 1.) because it’ll be fun and 2.) I like to perform – dancing in my room and learning routines off of youtube videos is cool and all but I’ll probably put more effort into it if I know that people are watching me!&amp;#160; So just an fyi – I suck at choreography and I’m not the best dancer – I just like to do it…so everything I post will be like my attempt at someone else’s routine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;THE REASON WHY I TITLED THIS BLOG POST WHOA THEY’RE HOT: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c2e9d1bb-776c-4c76-b605-367470942c87" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="709a6ad3-f584-4c1d-b27d-87ec93b30634" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gr2sHpM1zWU" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xgyD2KngHkw/TqT3cz-ZMKI/AAAAAAAAAp4/vw0sw5Qto5M/video0dfb2a8b8b2b%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('709a6ad3-f584-4c1d-b27d-87ec93b30634'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Gr2sHpM1zWU&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Gr2sHpM1zWU&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They’re really quite good.. and I like that they actually have some MEAT on them: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VWXUV4FeGTc/TqT3dPm8l1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/AOVDZWp4fLk/s1600-h/bellydancing%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="bellydancing" border="0" alt="bellydancing" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-wgdkq4ZdTPc/TqT3dmM4cBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/teJk8JbuD8I/bellydancing_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="440" height="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think belly dancers should have something to shake – there’s a famous belly dancer named Didem (youtube her) and she’s reallyyy good as well and hot as eff but I don’t quite enjoy it as much because she’s got this model thin body.&amp;#160; It’s great for bikini photoshoots but not so great for sensual belly dancing.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Watchu think?&amp;#160; Fab or EW FLAB?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:064a4cea-c2a5-4b6f-a617-bd7b4e3f1e97" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/belly+dancing" rel="tag"&gt;belly dancing&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/america's+got+talent" rel="tag"&gt;america's got talent&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/sadie" rel="tag"&gt;sadie&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dance" rel="tag"&gt;dance&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/youtube+videos" rel="tag"&gt;youtube videos&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/learning+from+videos" rel="tag"&gt;learning from videos&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/learning+dancing" rel="tag"&gt;learning dancing&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/hip+hop+routines+at+home" rel="tag"&gt;hip hop routines at home&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dance+lover" rel="tag"&gt;dance lover&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/sensual" rel="tag"&gt;sensual&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/sexy+dance" rel="tag"&gt;sexy dance&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/hot" rel="tag"&gt;hot&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Madhuri+Dixit+dance" rel="tag"&gt;Madhuri Dixit dance&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Hrithik+Roshan+dance" rel="tag"&gt;Hrithik Roshan dance&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Aishwarya+Rai+dance" rel="tag"&gt;Aishwarya Rai dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-7767434687419782914?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/7767434687419782914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/10/whoa-theyre-hot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7767434687419782914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7767434687419782914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/10/whoa-theyre-hot.html' title='Whoa They’re Hot.'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xgyD2KngHkw/TqT3cz-ZMKI/AAAAAAAAAp4/vw0sw5Qto5M/s72-c/video0dfb2a8b8b2b%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-3891937149138316096</id><published>2011-10-23T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T03:21:36.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Why The Lion King Is So Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There aren’t any annoying humans in it.&amp;#160; Seriously aren’t humans just so annoying sometimes?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The opening sunrise.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-B5SOS-UZC1Y/TqPqcpUH4MI/AAAAAAAAAoU/fHKwtaLfsLo/s1600-h/windowslivewriterlionking-df21lion-king2211%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="windowslivewriterlionking-df21lion-king2211" border="0" alt="windowslivewriterlionking-df21lion-king2211" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-edijkcKe280/TqPqcxZXxfI/AAAAAAAAAoc/smDBP_CicYk/windowslivewriterlionking-df21lion-king2211_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AMAZING.&amp;#160; AAAAAA SHABANYAAA or whatever they say...&amp;#160; I just get goosebumps.&amp;#160; It really sets the tone for the film and lets everyone know that we ain’t in Kansas no more!&amp;#160; We’re not in lil ol’ America, this isn’t a movie about distressed women who wait for a prince… I mean when in the world does any Disney movie start off in Zulu?! Or any language that’s not English?&amp;#160; Right away, the opening lyrics transports you to a new world… I have goosebumps right now thinking about it.&amp;#160; (I think the Zulu language/African feel of the movie only worked because it was a movie based on animals… Disney would never have let this fly if it was based on an African human family…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-OFlQmNuDLQs/TqPqeHBvlWI/AAAAAAAAAok/hFJypsQksGs/s1600-h/500full%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="500full" border="0" alt="500full" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-zCJ34vYPHqQ/TqPqeUFKc2I/AAAAAAAAAos/wbx705oPzmA/500full_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Scar.&amp;#160; He’s evil, through and through. He wants to be King, he kills to be King.&amp;#160; This is something that has ACTUALLY happened in this world over and over again, and it teaches kids that 1.) not everyone is good 2.) lust for power is a factor in evil 3.) sometimes there is no redeeming quality in a person.&amp;#160; If this movie were to be made now we’d probably see Scar being abused as he’s younger or something to “make sense” of why he’s so evil.&amp;#160; Like why do we really need the psycho babble, POINT IS dude is motha effin evil.&amp;#160; Scar is also quite hilarious – his dry tone and sarcastic attitude crack me up.&amp;#160; I’ve used his lines in real life many a time! (esp: “I’m surroundeddd by idiots&amp;quot;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-0w9BUiCPwnM/TqPqemM_dZI/AAAAAAAAAo0/KhrG17Y387w/s1600-h/Mufasa-Simba-mufasa-and-simba-17932666-635-350%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Mufasa-Simba-mufasa-and-simba-17932666-635-350" border="0" alt="Mufasa-Simba-mufasa-and-simba-17932666-635-350" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-zNiRCnCcUow/TqPqe9lKPuI/AAAAAAAAAo8/EwMPzqqKerg/Mufasa-Simba-mufasa-and-simba-17932666-635-350_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mufasa.&amp;#160; His speech after saving Simba and Nalaa from the Elephant graveyard was amazing.&amp;#160; It sets the tone for the whole movie and when Simba steps in his fathers giant footprint…it literally shows us that Simba will never fill in his father’s footsteps and that that is something that is important to Simba.&amp;#160; Mufasa comes across as a very wise, respected person – someone that anyone should aspire to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hd44itA-Q3A/TqPqfBGbsgI/AAAAAAAAApE/lThVI-xyDIc/s1600-h/Mufasa-vs-Scar-the-lion-king-2801551-640-380%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Mufasa-vs-Scar-the-lion-king-2801551-640-380" border="0" alt="Mufasa-vs-Scar-the-lion-king-2801551-640-380" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Ee5ixmx-884/TqPqfUH6FxI/AAAAAAAAApM/MBsaPiblLxY/Mufasa-vs-Scar-the-lion-king-2801551-640-380_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="319" height="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mufasa’s death.&amp;#160; It was so real… and so sad… and it didn’t sugar coat anything.&amp;#160; They really did this scene so well!&amp;#160; “Long Live the King” and then Scar letting go…Mufasa flying back.. cut to Simba screaming… :(&amp;#160; so sad.&amp;#160; Then…to shake off the depressing mood….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;TIMON AND PUMBAA!!!&amp;#160; Timon is seriously one of my most favorite characters in any movie!&amp;#160; His sarcasm, his wit, his dry little voice.&amp;#160; ADORABS.&amp;#160; Pumbaa is just a cute little fart.. love him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ukaKJyTyUeE/TqPqfuFTKPI/AAAAAAAAApU/yKEa7LDHRBc/s1600-h/timone%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="timone" border="0" alt="timone" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-aaFFcXgz_A0/TqPqgEP0KVI/AAAAAAAAApc/ofsIB3NnmbM/timone_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="188" height="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Their philosophy. “Bad things happen and you can’t do anything about it right? Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.”&amp;#160; Hakuna Matata!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Later on Simba uses this on Naala and tells her “Sometimes bad things happen and you can’t do anything about it, so why worry?” To which she responds – BECAUSE IT’S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY!&amp;#160; And that there in is the whole POINT of this movie.&amp;#160; You have to be responsible and you have to fulfill the responsibilities of your FAMILY.&amp;#160; Simba tells Naala that she is starting to sound like his father to which she replies “good, at least one of us is”.&amp;#160; I was like ooooohhhhh good one Naala! lol.&amp;#160; I feel like most guys nowadays are like Simba – shirking their responsibilites, they have a chip on their shoulder when it comes to their dads (in Simba’s case it’s a kind of resentment that he’s not around “you said you’d always be there for me” he yells to the Mufasa spirit in the sky).&amp;#160; I don’t see a lot of guys my age nowadays strive to be like their fathers or feel a sense of commitment to their family, seems like all they want is to go out, get laid, get drunk, make money, be respected by their friends and peers– they need a Naala and Rafiki to bump some sense into them.&amp;#160; Back in the day I think children felt more of a responsibility to their family.&amp;#160; Anyway I digress…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Lion King teaches you about friendship (Timon saying to Simba “If it’s important to you, we’re with you till the end), it’s about being more than who you think you are (Remember who you are, you are my son and the one true king…Mufasa also says “You have forgotten who you are and so forgotten me”…Rafiki also tells Simba “He lives in you”.) – Simba just isn’t SIMBA, he’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;SIMBA – SON OF MUFASA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it’s a very un-American like concept for a movie, especially a Disney movie.&amp;#160; In America or the new western world we emphasize a lot about finding ourselves, being independent, being unique, and the Lion King really focuses on family, fulfilling your duty and responsibility to your family, stating that you’re not alone – you are who you are because of your family.&amp;#160; It’s a very “Asian” concept.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-sxnbb0BPULM/TqPqn8rVvkI/AAAAAAAAApk/36EYLSewbFU/s1600-h/rfk%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="rfk" border="0" alt="rfk" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-sZYF3Xarclw/TqPqrbycLHI/AAAAAAAAAps/QRGXOZFQ78g/rfk_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="308" height="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The sequence where Rafiki hits Simba on the head and Simba’s like ow what was that for? and Rafiki goes – it doesn’t matter, it’s in the past!&amp;#160; He totally flipped Simba’s newfound philosophy and Simba realized that he was being silly and he couldn’t continue running away… This whole sequence was hilarious: Rafiki: “The question is.. whoooooo are you?” and then Simba’s like “I think you’re confused” and Rafiki goes “I’m not the one who’s confused YOUUU dont even know WHO U ARE” in his accent lol gosh I just love it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope you guys enjoyed my analysis on the best movie ever The Lion King… feel free to comment and tell me what your fav part in this movie is!&amp;#160; Ooh and I left out the hyena’s only because they don’t really teach us anything but they are a super hilarious part of the movie and they do make the movie awesome so – little shout out for Whoopi Goldberg and crew.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:73e708eb-f799-403a-a1b2-ac58bc1d2100" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/The+Lion+King" rel="tag"&gt;The Lion King&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/best+movie+ever" rel="tag"&gt;best movie ever&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/why+the+lion+king+is+amazing" rel="tag"&gt;why the lion king is amazing&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/awesome" rel="tag"&gt;awesome&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Rafiki" rel="tag"&gt;Rafiki&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Simba" rel="tag"&gt;Simba&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Mufasa" rel="tag"&gt;Mufasa&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Naala" rel="tag"&gt;Naala&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Timon" rel="tag"&gt;Timon&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Pumbaa" rel="tag"&gt;Pumbaa&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life+lessons" rel="tag"&gt;life lessons&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/analysis" rel="tag"&gt;analysis&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/review" rel="tag"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/why+I+liked+it" rel="tag"&gt;why I liked it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-3891937149138316096?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/3891937149138316096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/10/why-lion-king-is-so-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/3891937149138316096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/3891937149138316096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/10/why-lion-king-is-so-awesome.html' title='Why The Lion King Is So Awesome'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-edijkcKe280/TqPqcxZXxfI/AAAAAAAAAoc/smDBP_CicYk/s72-c/windowslivewriterlionking-df21lion-king2211_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-8073265499032004175</id><published>2011-10-05T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:57:26.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullies'/><title type='text'>An Important Rant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why is it that death allows people to see someone for their true potential and &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;WORTH&lt;/font&gt;?!?!?&amp;#160; It should start before someone dies!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m sick of “kids” or young people in general being so cruel to other kids.&amp;#160; There are enough illnesses and accidents happening in the world without a parent needing their child to die because of a bully or out of jealousy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It shouldn’t take DEATH for people to bond together.&amp;#160; We should ALWAYS be there as a community for each other, we should ALWAYS respect and recognize the potential and worth someone else has.&amp;#160; We should ALWAYS encourage each other and HELP each other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m SICK of people talking sh*t behind people’s back, posting hate comments anonymously or posting stuff on websites about how people are “sluts”, “whores”, etc etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Murder is extreme, you completely take away someone’s life…like it’s &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;WORTHLESS&lt;/font&gt;… but bullying and hating each other is the first step in throwing away someone’s &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;worth&lt;/font&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m disgusted at what my community has become.&amp;#160; ((By my community I mean people my age (all ethnicities)as well as Punjabi people from Vancouver/Surrey, and women))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All I know is that a majority of people who comment on how worthy someone was of living &lt;u&gt;(after they have died)&lt;/u&gt; would probably have hated on that same person had they continued to live.&amp;#160; Think about it.&amp;#160; You know it’s true. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve had so many friends who are simply trying to live their lives and try and make something of themselves and follow their dreams come up to me and tell me about all of these people who are hating on them and bringing them down.&amp;#160; If you’re from an ethnic minority, or you’re a WOMAN (which is a rare thing for some countries nowadays) please think twice before hating on someone else.&amp;#160; We get hated on enough as it is from the world… please don’t do it to each other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Value human life, value each other, support each other, stop adding hits to stupid websites that serve no purpose other than to degrade and humiliate people, and just BE A BETTER PERSON!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just remember, you should ALWAYS defend someone who isn’t there to defend themselves! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:9da2d655-c280-4e37-bfd1-a8b955bbc744" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/bullying" rel="tag"&gt;bullying&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/bullies" rel="tag"&gt;bullies&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/death" rel="tag"&gt;death&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/rumors" rel="tag"&gt;rumors&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/the+dirty" rel="tag"&gt;the dirty&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/human+life" rel="tag"&gt;human life&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/value" rel="tag"&gt;value&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/better+person" rel="tag"&gt;better person&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/too+late" rel="tag"&gt;too late&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-8073265499032004175?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/8073265499032004175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/10/important-rant.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/8073265499032004175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/8073265499032004175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/10/important-rant.html' title='An Important Rant.'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-341289365945538706</id><published>2011-10-01T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T01:11:20.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Summer’s Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-plfKWSNpmNk/TobLJkOni9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/7nzgGWMKmw0/s1600-h/CROPPED%25255B40%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="CROPPED" border="0" alt="CROPPED" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-pY8vLAmL-b0/TobLKGGnjEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CgA0sNuAbMY/CROPPED_thumb%25255B38%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="413" height="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Summer always makes me sad.&amp;#160; I think it’s sad because I love that this season is associated with sun, the beach, good times, bbq’s, drinks, hanging out with friends and I love all of those things SO much - - but then at the same time I know that it’s not going to last and it’s going to be way too short so it can be a little bit bittersweet.&amp;#160; More sweet than bitter though :).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had an INSANELY amazingly great summer!&amp;#160; I lost a few things (one of them being my ipod – but I try not to own anything I can’t afford to lose so luckily I got a newer, nicer red touch nano), I met the most amazing, fun loving people from &lt;strong&gt;all over the world&lt;/strong&gt; and I cannot wait to go visit them, and I got to experience some things that I’ve always wanted to!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I feel like I’ve gained so much and grown so much as a person!&amp;#160; Cheers to summer, good times, good friends, life experiences and remember: any time above ground is a good day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:42cf10d1-b741-46b1-a7fd-5ee32b307377" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/summer" rel="tag"&gt;summer&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/summer's+over" rel="tag"&gt;summer's over&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/experiences" rel="tag"&gt;experiences&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/having+fun" rel="tag"&gt;having fun&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/spiritual+growth" rel="tag"&gt;spiritual growth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-341289365945538706?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/341289365945538706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/10/summers-over.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/341289365945538706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/341289365945538706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/10/summers-over.html' title='Summer’s Over'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-pY8vLAmL-b0/TobLKGGnjEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CgA0sNuAbMY/s72-c/CROPPED_thumb%25255B38%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-692288542586511565</id><published>2011-09-03T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:29:22.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Someone’s comment on Youtube.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be honest, if you get offended by vulgar comments, you probably shouldn't be uploading to YouTube. No offense but once you put yourself in the public eye, one of the eyes﻿ staring at you will be perverted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/trivium666fan"&gt;trivium666fan&lt;/a&gt; 7 months ago&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;LOL SOOO TRUE!!!!!!&amp;#160; Genius comment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you can’t take the heat you should get out of the kitchen isn’t it?&amp;#160; :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:d56ce75a-0567-4f03-bcd1-9ba85d4ea8d3" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/youtube" rel="tag"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/comment" rel="tag"&gt;comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-692288542586511565?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/692288542586511565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/09/someones-comment-on-youtube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/692288542586511565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/692288542586511565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/09/someones-comment-on-youtube.html' title='Someone’s comment on Youtube.'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-5101860322610362651</id><published>2011-08-29T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:17:20.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>An Old Sufi Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;One afternoon, Nasruddin and his friend were sitting in a cafe, drinking tea and talking about life and love.&amp;#160; His friend asked: 'How come you never married?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Well,' said Nasruddin, 'to tell you the truth, I spend my youth looking for the perfect woman. In Cairo I met a beautiful and intelligent woman, but she was unkind. Then in Baghdad, I met a woman who was a wonderful and generous soul, but we had no common interests. One woman after another would seem just right, but there would always be something missing. Then one day, I met her; beautiful, intelligent, generous and kind. We had very much in common. In fact, she was perfect!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;'So, what happened?' asked Nasruddin's friend, 'Why didn't you marry her?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasruddin sipped his tea reflectively. 'Well,' he replied, 'it's really the sad story of my life.... It seemed that she was looking for the perfect man...' &amp;quot; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;***********&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve always loved this tale.&amp;#160; I feel like a lot of people nowadays are always looking for the next best thing and they hold out waiting for it, or once they’ve gotten something they are never totally satisfied.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They have an ipad, but they want the ipad 2, they don’t even bother getting the iphone 4 because they’re waiting for the iphone 5.&amp;#160; You get the picture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope this tale above won’t be mine :|&amp;#160; In some ways I am very, very loyal – I had the same mp3 player for over 5 years, I’ve had the same dinky camera since 2006 (even though I work at one of the leading electronics retailers)… So I’m pretty loyal, but yeah it’s def a big problem in today’s society where we’re so used to instant gratification and always getting the newer model.&amp;#160; I guess that’s why there’s so much cheating (adultery) in this world - - - it’s for the same reason that we’re all in so much debt&amp;#160; - Instant gratification/never thinking about the future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:8680fe72-5164-469a-b82b-593f468b9bca" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/sufi+tale" rel="tag"&gt;sufi tale&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/instant+gratification" rel="tag"&gt;instant gratification&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/adultery" rel="tag"&gt;adultery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-5101860322610362651?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/5101860322610362651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/08/old-sufi-tale.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5101860322610362651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5101860322610362651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/08/old-sufi-tale.html' title='An Old Sufi Tale'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-4326793688058449497</id><published>2011-08-23T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:32:56.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-F1OEI-CED5E/TlNV919TtGI/AAAAAAAAAls/4tcFpRKzikE/s1600-h/stressed%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="stressed" border="0" alt="stressed" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-IR6ggBNPMn4/TlNV-rX-ayI/AAAAAAAAAlw/2QI7XbOXqns/stressed_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="329" height="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t want to say that I constantly think of death but I think about it more often than an average person would.&amp;#160; That might sound terrible but it’s really not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s led me to appreciate things in life a lot more.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also don’t waste time on people, things or events that I really don’t care about.&amp;#160; I never feel obligated to do something.&amp;#160; I have a lot of friends who feel like “arrey, they called me to come somewhere so I should go even if for a little bit na just to show my face?” (ok they don’t talk in that Mumbai accent but I couldn’t resist I love talking like that in my head teehee).&amp;#160; I NEVER feel like I “HAVE” to go somewhere.&amp;#160; If I want to go, I’ll go, if I don’t want to go then I won’t, I don’t feel obligated.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t like to waste time on petty things.&amp;#160; On my time off which is rare – I really want to    &lt;br /&gt;a.) accomplish the things I didn’t get to do because I was working which could be errands/blogging/watching movies/side jobs etc.     &lt;br /&gt;b.) spend time with family     &lt;br /&gt;c.) spend time with close friends that I see all the time     &lt;br /&gt;d.) spend time with the friends that don’t hang out with daily in the same circle of friends     &lt;br /&gt;e.)&amp;#160; chill.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I guess I’ve just aged prematurely or something, I imagine myself thinking like an old person – that death could happen at any moment to anyone and so you really do have to live life now and most importantly you shouldn’t&amp;#160; sweat the small stuff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When people piss me off or do things that they shouldn’t I do get mad but I just think to myself – if they died tomorrow would this really matter?&amp;#160; 99.999999 percent of the time it doesn’t freaking matter and so I move on.&amp;#160; The problem though is that the other person doesn’t have that morbid way of thinking so for them they just did something terrible and then I just continued on as per normal so they were never really “punished”.&amp;#160; That’s kind of a bad thing but I guess I just think that it’s fine as long as it doesn’t happen again.&amp;#160; Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.&amp;#160; So if you piss me off once about something – say you forgot my birthday – it’s not a big deal.&amp;#160; I won’t sweat the small stuff and you won’t have to bend over backwards to make it up to me, but if you EVER forget again ….&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5uC1mAxL-YA/TlNV_GmAPZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ZQqOA2HF868/s1600-h/woman_yelling_at_guy_051909_m%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="woman_yelling_at_guy_051909_m" border="0" alt="woman_yelling_at_guy_051909_m" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-STRQHebLX9s/TlNV_5F9t5I/AAAAAAAAAl4/wkWb0lPdHN0/woman_yelling_at_guy_051909_m_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol poor guy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think of death and it helps keep things in perspective.&amp;#160; It helps let me know what is important and what isn’t but one shouldn’t think of death all the time.&amp;#160; There is a lot of life to live in this world, and sometimes people sweat the small stuff because they think that time is running out.&amp;#160; RELAX!&amp;#160; Life is a lot longer than we make out to be (it’s our memories that are short).&amp;#160; Martha Stewart was like 40+ when she published her first book, then finally came on TV in 1990 I believe (she was born in 1941) which was when she really became a home making expert so she was almost 50.&amp;#160; So…there’s plenty of time in life to do everything you want to do (but that’s no reason to delay – I’m just saying don’t sweat the small stuff).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alrighty!&amp;#160; Remember – think of death, and at the same time, think that you have plenty of time to live.&amp;#160; It’s typical oxymoronic Sharin way of thinking and I think it works.&amp;#160; Don’t sweat the small stuff because you or people could die any second, and don’t freak out that life is running out because there’s tons of time to accomplish your dreams.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:7082e3ea-e3d4-4803-99ca-44812e4b111c" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/don't+sweat+the+small+stuff" rel="tag"&gt;don't sweat the small stuff&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dreams" rel="tag"&gt;dreams&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Martha+Stewart" rel="tag"&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/death" rel="tag"&gt;death&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/morbid" rel="tag"&gt;morbid&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/existentialism" rel="tag"&gt;existentialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-4326793688058449497?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/4326793688058449497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/08/dont-sweat-small-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/4326793688058449497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/4326793688058449497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/08/dont-sweat-small-stuff.html' title='Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-IR6ggBNPMn4/TlNV-rX-ayI/AAAAAAAAAlw/2QI7XbOXqns/s72-c/stressed_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-2459934738961407854</id><published>2011-07-30T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T23:26:40.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voyeurism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>On Blast/Creepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ff40;"&gt;I’M WARNING YOU IN ADVANCE THIS IS A REALLY WEIRD BLOG POST.&amp;nbsp; I’m a very hypocritical / oxymoron type of person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&amp;nbsp; Facebook/Twitter/Being part of a minority community where everyone kinda knows one another and if they don’t they’ve seen your picture off someone else’s fb profile – it seems like everyone is a creeper these days.&amp;nbsp; I am sure quite a few of you will relate to what I’m about to say below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately it seems like every time I go out someone either texts me a “hey what are you doing on 92” or messages me on Facebook after (EVEN WHEN I’M ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY - (Toronto!) haha but I guess that’s understandable) or comes up to me 2 days later with how some random people at a random place who knows that that person they are talking to knows me mentions that they saw me somewhere to them.&amp;nbsp; What I really hate is the “hey were you at Walmart the other day?”.&amp;nbsp; Um… yes.. probably?&amp;nbsp; “Oh that’s so funny I swear I ALWAYS see you at Walmart!”…&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to throw my phone at a wall and walk around with a scarf on my face. Like WHAT?&amp;nbsp; WHAT DO YOU MEAN?&amp;nbsp; WHO ARE YOU?!&amp;nbsp; WHAT DAY DID YOU SEE ME?&amp;nbsp; N then I sit there and try and flashback like what was I wearing?, who was I with? Was I doing something stupid… of course I was doing something stupid I’m ALWAYS doing something stupid (dancing, playing with a toy, making funny faces etc) and I get into this intense dialogue with myself about how I should behave more normal in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WLx-JvHdSGg/TjRewItPYnI/AAAAAAAAAkc/BpQEtOk14Gc/s1600-h/hayden-panettiere-underpoll%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="81104NQ1" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-rcSOqbWa8JI/TjRewZ5eGII/AAAAAAAAAkg/XgKEAEyPe0Y/hayden-panettiere-underpoll_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="81104NQ1" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heheahah actually… I DO WALK AROUND WITH A SCARF TO MY FACE.&amp;nbsp; Not because I think I’m nuts, but just because I feel cozy and I like the smell and feel of my scarves.&amp;nbsp; I ALWAYS wear scarves.&amp;nbsp; They’re like a teddy bear or blankets.&amp;nbsp; I just find myself randomly doing that and then I realize 2 min later and I’m like “oops”.&amp;nbsp; Plus I feel cleaner like I’m not actually breathing in pukey public transit smells (I’m on public transit a lot) and I feel like I’m getting less UV rays.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand why people feel the need to message me asking me if I was at X or Y location.&amp;nbsp; If you SAW me there, then why wouldn’t you just say hello in person?&amp;nbsp; If you don’t KNOW if you saw me there because you don’t really know what I look like in real life then should you really be messaging me in the first place?&amp;nbsp; I’m a friendly person, please, if you see me, just come say hi, don’t message me on Facebook or Twitter after.&amp;nbsp; It makes me feel weird to know that someone watched me when I didn’t know they were – I would really just rather not know.&lt;br /&gt;I add everyone who sends a friend request as there was this one time where I had to accept all friend requests for a Much Music thing I was trying out for a long time ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:672e08c5-763f-4e79-a63d-b841d65ce530" style="display: inline; float: none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div id="39e47b0b-a544-4813-910f-a0505b1d66f9" style="display: inline; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Javf6pDlIHc&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata_player" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img alt="" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('39e47b0b-a544-4813-910f-a0505b1d66f9'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Javf6pDlIHc&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Javf6pDlIHc&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-JtFj2dG1UuY/TjRew2QvAWI/AAAAAAAAAlI/oF4OVB79SFE/video7350507756a9%25255B29%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and ever since then there was no going back and finding alll the people and deleting them - its insane so I’ve just put everyone on a list and accept everyone espesh because I don’t have a lot of personal things on there anyway.&amp;nbsp; If I hadn’t wanted to be a broadcaster or whatever then I would have just kept my fb to family and friends.&amp;nbsp; But then I see a lot of people who have like 1000+ friends and I’m sure they go through the same thing I go through but I’m just like I actually wanted to be in the public eye – why in the world do you want to be on blast if your career choice is like – teaching?&amp;nbsp; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It’s great&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes to helping increase stats for my blog and to be able to connect and have a bigger platform to communicate but it &lt;u&gt;sucks&lt;/u&gt; when you get weird messages.&amp;nbsp; Like it’s SO CREEPY to know that someone out there saw me somewhere and I don’t know what they look like!&amp;nbsp; I don’t look at people’s profiles on Facebook if I don’t know them.&amp;nbsp; You can add me but I’m not going to sit and check out your profile page because I’m usually on Facebook on my phone!&amp;nbsp; So… when people start commenting incessantly or eventually catch my eye and make me go: “Who IS this Pinky Gill person anyway” I click on their page and lo and behold do you know what inevitably happens? &lt;br /&gt;I find out that that person who controls that page doesn't do ANYTHING other than comment or like MY stuff.&amp;nbsp; Their newsfeed is just filled with what they did on my page :| with one or two comments to other people on there and they usually have under 50 friends.&amp;nbsp; IT’S STUFF LIKE THIS THAT FREAKS ME OUT AND MAKES ME WRITE BLOG POSTS ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It really freaks me out and I just don’t understand.&amp;nbsp; Are they fake profiles?&amp;nbsp; If so why would anyone need to make a fake profile to be a friend of mine on Facebook when I accept everyone anyway?&amp;nbsp; It’s not like their comments are mean or hateful that they need to hide behind a fake?&lt;br /&gt;Also, some of these people are actual real people I’ve met – at a lounge, or at a dinner.&amp;nbsp; Once I met someone from a different country for five minutes at a crowded public place and all I gave was my first name (no spelling) and they FOUND ME ON FACEBOOK.&amp;nbsp; I just want the world to go back to what it was like before where you can meet a random person and have an awesome five min conversation and go “well hey it was nice meeting you” and not actually expect to ever see or hear from that person again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Trust me, if I WANTED YOU TO CONTINUE KNOWING ME I WOULD MAKE IT HAPPEN.&amp;nbsp; I AM A MAKE IT HAPPENER.&amp;nbsp; I would tell you to add me on Facebook, or I would get your number, or I would give you mine, or we would add each other on BBM.&amp;nbsp; I’ve been called F1, because I can speed meet a ton of people and network.&amp;nbsp; Exception to the rule: when I am completely enamoured by you.&amp;nbsp; Then I am way.&amp;nbsp; too.&amp;nbsp; shy.&amp;nbsp; I revert to the “omg I’m a little Singaporean immigrant chick with big ears” person inside me and feel like THIS: &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-CqRly-HQX78/TjRexBSy61I/AAAAAAAAAko/08uc9ZkEAvc/s1600-h/DSCF6591%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSCF6591" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-AoBHKOxiFLk/TjRexdH-zII/AAAAAAAAAks/hzZ_z-JKTnw/DSCF6591_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSCF6591" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-j1cBzsquJ9w/TjRext7W_II/AAAAAAAAAkw/fC9drijFnpc/s1600-h/DSCF6614%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSCF6614" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-MXfgRjsSvog/TjRex9R-prI/AAAAAAAAAk0/5XvC3v0ytdI/DSCF6614_thumb%25255B11%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSCF6614" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Even though I look like THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wXGMDDAbucE/TjReycvTEhI/AAAAAAAAAk4/L7crKRJykVE/s1600-h/usatliberty%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="usatliberty" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VpqJAVCl2TI/TjReykRWw-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/vmGKejGJBD4/usatliberty_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="usatliberty" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ahha. &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-R_lM8bE-QKQ/TjRezCWFNcI/AAAAAAAAAlA/GjYfnfC1VoY/s1600-h/IMG_8265%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8265" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KuybQ0T842U/TjRezEbNKVI/AAAAAAAAAlE/scBYyhJCpkA/IMG_8265_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="IMG_8265" width="118" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If I am enamoured by you I want you to do the chasing and won’t give you anything to go on because if you were really interested, I’m sure you can put in the effort to find me and I’m probably too shy to do anything about it myself anyway :$ &lt;br /&gt;Of course attention is flattering, yes I understand that I put myself in these positions I have Twitter, I have Facebook, I have a blog, I choose to come on tv, but you just think that in your head people will be cool.&amp;nbsp; The “creepers” that I keep talking about, they’re not crazy dps… they’re “normal” people with lives and friends that just have a creeper streak in them… like me.&amp;nbsp; I have creeped more people through FB than any of you probably but the DIFFERENCE IS – I DON’T FREAKING MESSAGE THEM LIKE HEY I SAW YOU HERE AND THERE.&amp;nbsp; I CREEP ALONE.&amp;nbsp; IN PRIVATE.&amp;nbsp; SECRETLY.&amp;nbsp; That is how true creepers should creep.&amp;nbsp; Learn from me people.&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:94b5d264-4aba-433f-a5e9-8cc0833f27e6" style="display: inline; float: none; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Facebook" rel="tag"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Twitter" rel="tag"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/creepers" rel="tag"&gt;creepers&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/stalking" rel="tag"&gt;stalking&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/annoying+facebook+messages" rel="tag"&gt;annoying facebook messages&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/much+music" rel="tag"&gt;much music&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/rant" rel="tag"&gt;rant&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/irritating+people" rel="tag"&gt;irritating people&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/social+media+downfall" rel="tag"&gt;social media downfall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-2459934738961407854?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/2459934738961407854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/07/on-blastcreepers.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2459934738961407854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2459934738961407854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/07/on-blastcreepers.html' title='On Blast/Creepers'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-rcSOqbWa8JI/TjRewZ5eGII/AAAAAAAAAkg/XgKEAEyPe0Y/s72-c/hayden-panettiere-underpoll_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-4469304742643056667</id><published>2011-07-12T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:28:43.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE YOU GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If someone TELLS you that they talk to me all the time via bbm, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/sharin" target="_blank"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/queensharin" target="_blank"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;, whatever – IT IS A LIE.&amp;#160; People who I ACTUALLY talk to do not need to go around telling other people that they are super tight with me/talk to me all the time because people who I ACTUALLY talk to are cool, normal human beings with lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That is all :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-4469304742643056667?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/4469304742643056667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/07/here-you-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/4469304742643056667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/4469304742643056667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/07/here-you-go.html' title='HERE YOU GO'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-390698107948730645</id><published>2011-07-12T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:07:47.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Untitled. Like the rest of your life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gYFJZJLcd1Y/Thvyth0oh3I/AAAAAAAAAkM/QiwXwq4y0Is/s1600-h/268978_10150702538225383_527700382_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="268978_10150702538225383_527700382_19624708_4872126_n" border="0" alt="268978_10150702538225383_527700382_19624708_4872126_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TTELs2vsEtk/ThvyvZT3WoI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eGSCTgM_aVs/268978_10150702538225383_527700382_1%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People say where there is a will there is a way.&amp;#160; People say you can achieve anything you set your mind to.&amp;#160; People also say to be careful what you wish for, for it just might come true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes in life you find yourselves at a crossroads.&amp;#160; You can choose the easy way out, or the hard way…which way will make you the happiest?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What if your dreams can come true?&amp;#160; What if you had the chance to make it happen?&amp;#160; Nothing in this world is for free, the question is are you willing to pay the price?&amp;#160; For some, pursuing their dreams and living their normal life is one and the same.&amp;#160; I have friends that dream of being accountants, or optometrists and they go about their daily lives while simultaneously pursuing their dream.&amp;#160; Others don’t have it so lucky, they want to act, they want to dance, they want to be lawyers or doctors and they might need to leave the country in order to expedite the process.&amp;#160; It takes a lot of guts to leave behind your friends and family.&amp;#160; It also takes paper.&amp;#160; Fat wads of cash baby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-DdhzQiqC7jk/ThvywSV3JuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/T7F-76CDz8w/s1600-h/OldWomanBagOfCash%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="OldWomanBagOfCash" border="0" alt="OldWomanBagOfCash" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-msy9sOo_Sdw/ThvywqtoW9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/Lnft18JZPe4/OldWomanBagOfCash_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For the people who would have to drop their family, friends and regular life - It’s so easy to stop yourself from doing what you want because no one has ever told you that you should, or because you don’t feel pretty enough or because you don’t have the time.&amp;#160; Dropping everything to follow your dreams is insanely difficult and you think, do I just not want it enough, because if I did wouldn’t I have gone for it?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you’re sitting there debating on what you should do, I say – DO IT.&amp;#160; Do what you always wanted to do.&amp;#160; Go for it!&amp;#160; At least you TRIED!&amp;#160; Make the rest of your life amazing.&amp;#160; Go for your dreams, eff everyone else.&amp;#160; Eff people who say you aren’t good enough, eff people who say you’re too fat, thin, tall, short whatever.&amp;#160; It’s easy for me to say this but yeah if you have the MOOLAH then do it.&amp;#160; Go for it – life is short but at the same time it’s long if you don’t put your own timeline on it.&amp;#160; You know: “find a guy at age 24, marry him by 26, first baby by 28” etc.&amp;#160; If you actually just LIVE your life and let things happen at their own pace you really have a lot of time!&amp;#160; Live a little.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:a5456d68-af29-4a26-ad1d-d543ba2ab7d0" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dreams" rel="tag"&gt;dreams&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/cash" rel="tag"&gt;cash&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/moolah" rel="tag"&gt;moolah&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/paper" rel="tag"&gt;paper&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/follow+your+dreams" rel="tag"&gt;follow your dreams&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/follow+your+heart" rel="tag"&gt;follow your heart&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/pursue+your+dreams" rel="tag"&gt;pursue your dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-390698107948730645?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/390698107948730645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/07/untitled-like-rest-of-your-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/390698107948730645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/390698107948730645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/07/untitled-like-rest-of-your-life.html' title='Untitled. Like the rest of your life.'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-TTELs2vsEtk/ThvyvZT3WoI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eGSCTgM_aVs/s72-c/268978_10150702538225383_527700382_1%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-1640876944902645106</id><published>2011-07-07T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:36:28.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Rant #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hello jellos.&amp;#160; Here are a few things that people do that irritate me currently.&amp;#160; If you’re wondering why this is RANT NUMERO QUATRO… see: &lt;a href="http://www.queensharin.com/2010/10/rant.html" target="_blank"&gt;ONE,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.queensharin.com/2011/02/6-irritating-things.html" target="_blank"&gt;TWO&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.queensharin.com/2011/03/my-rant-on-gender-issues-and-colour.html" target="_blank"&gt;and THREE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Disclaimer:&amp;#160; I am not a hater.&amp;#160; It’s just little odd things that kind of bug me, if you have done any of the following below, woops :) hehe. xoxo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dFEwE0_fVHE/ThVh62JZxHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/QN-4SXB0H_E/s1600-h/angrybaby4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="angrybaby" border="0" alt="angrybaby" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-X0-_lWMhhp4/ThVh7eH7gWI/AAAAAAAAAjo/L4wcL7vMBFA/angrybaby_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="359" height="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;READY B*TCHES?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SO: PEOPLE WHO POKE ME ON FACEBOOK YET HAVE NEVER ONCE SAID HELLO VIA WALL OR INBOX.&amp;#160; DON’T EFFING POKE ME.&amp;#160; If you have NOTHING worthwhile to say that you can’t write on my wall or message me then don’t poke!&amp;#160; You are so lame, use your brain and think of something…and don’t just say “hey watsup”!&amp;#160; Actually just don’t even msg me (unless you’re really hot. guy or girl ;) I like pretty girls in a non sexual way).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Girls who insist on turning their face sideways to an EXTREME to take a picture (bending their head back).&amp;#160; You look better at a normal angle…knowing which angles are good for you is fine… just learn how to do it so you don’t look weird.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am however COMPLETELY ok with the skinny arm trick, only because I do that all the time teehee.&amp;#160; (see below :$)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Wg6ITanP_2w/ThVh79twc5I/AAAAAAAAAjs/XPaLSH6AhyE/s1600-h/dalbirme%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="me" border="0" alt="me" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Gnc7KlDlxC4/ThVh8RE4hRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/0WQOuZK50Ec/dalbirme_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="91" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Girl faking sex positions on another girl = ATTENTION WHORE &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-K49ucul-cYY/ThVh9I_xcyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/gMkmuRZf5ng/s1600-h/collegehumor.f6b98a133cb15310ecbc57ca724ef2f7%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="collegehumor.f6b98a133cb15310ecbc57ca724ef2f7" border="0" alt="collegehumor.f6b98a133cb15310ecbc57ca724ef2f7" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/--ecAq3zi5nk/ThVh9poNjZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Wy_-NaGbrr4/collegehumor.f6b98a133cb15310ecbc57ca724ef2f7_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who automatically start spreading the word when they see someone they know oot and aboot with a boy.&amp;#160; People honestly could just be friends!!!!!!…also -we live in Surrey, not the Upper East Side – if you want to play Gossip Girl you’re going to need to dress better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who steal. AKA whoever found my mp3 player SERIOUSLY why couldn’t you just RETURN IT.&amp;#160; God DAYUM people.&amp;#160; :( :( or I suppose I could stop leaving things places.&amp;#160; WHATEVER.&amp;#160; PEOPLE SHOULD STILL RETURN THINGS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who stare.&amp;#160; Just. Stop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-qi7BxFzTyBQ/ThVh90hGHeI/AAAAAAAAAj8/zFWOBOMZLkg/s1600-h/Image00873-150x150%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Image00873-150x150" border="0" alt="Image00873-150x150" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fUflfysOj3U/ThVh-DEXXHI/AAAAAAAAAkA/CQGiaSK61aU/Image00873-150x150_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="116" height="116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The man who came after me as I was exiting the steam room and tapped me on the shoulder repeatedly telling me he liked me.&amp;#160; CREEPY DUDE LEAVE ME ALONE AAARGH.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Girls with fake eyelashes on in the daytime.&amp;#160; Day makeup, and night makeup = two different looks.&amp;#160; Day makeup does not include fake eyelashes!!!&amp;#160; I’m SORRY I’m all about makeup believe me but this one just bugs me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-FHoUr7jvHE4/ThVh-XRiqII/AAAAAAAAAkE/ODXSiIsn0Ig/s1600-h/27531_116668038351824_5367_n%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="27531_116668038351824_5367_n" border="0" alt="27531_116668038351824_5367_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-euhlKSlvNwY/ThVh-vHcfEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/n968ye33VSE/27531_116668038351824_5367_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who tag you in pictures on Facebook that you ARE NOT ACTUALLY IN.&amp;#160; I really don’t get how tagging me in a picture of a poster for an event you’re promoting even helps you at all? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who msg me on bbm WHEN A STATUS CLEARLY SAYS “NOT HERE”.&amp;#160; You’re just asking for me to think you’re annoying.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who take an insanely long amount of time to put food on their plate in a buffet line.&amp;#160; ARE YOU LOOKING FOR YOUR NAME TO BE WRITTEN ON A PIECE OF CHICKEN?&amp;#160; EFFING PICK ONE UP AND PUT IT ON YOUR PLATE.&amp;#160; holy eff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who say they want to be famous so that they can make a difference in the world yet all they advertise that they do is lie on a beach and go to the gym.&amp;#160; Hmmm… posting inspirational status updates isn’t what most people would consider “making a difference”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who go into stores smelling like weed.&amp;#160; One word.&amp;#160; Febreze.&amp;#160; Have some dignity!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who see a group of girls in a Facebook profile pic and comment to only one person in that picture “omg Xara you look sooo good”.&amp;#160; I mean… HELLOOO … there are four other chicks in that picture.&amp;#160; Can you not just say “looking good girlies”?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:edf57619-e50e-4333-bdf7-37d8cbfcafff" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/fake+eyelashes" rel="tag"&gt;fake eyelashes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/rant" rel="tag"&gt;rant&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/random" rel="tag"&gt;random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-1640876944902645106?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/1640876944902645106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/07/rant-4.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/1640876944902645106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/1640876944902645106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/07/rant-4.html' title='Rant #4'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-X0-_lWMhhp4/ThVh7eH7gWI/AAAAAAAAAjo/L4wcL7vMBFA/s72-c/angrybaby_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-8892533047432610522</id><published>2011-05-23T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:08:10.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Hindi Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:15324be3-89ac-4d10-b6a8-5542ecd268a7" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="aca0030a-a58d-42a6-957c-94509ab75a9f" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmiWtzrYdf0&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TdoH2ZMPU9I/AAAAAAAAAjY/wvOfDxnYphY/video687d23635ca2%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('aca0030a-a58d-42a6-957c-94509ab75a9f'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/TmiWtzrYdf0&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/TmiWtzrYdf0&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hindi movies have been my life.&amp;#160; I’ve grown up watching them, I’ve lived them, I’ve breathed them.&amp;#160; I cannot imagine myself without them - they literally have defined who I have become.&amp;#160; I feel that so many emotions that I have experienced in life can be found somehow in some way in a hindi movie.&amp;#160; I directly relate to so many bits in certain movies.&amp;#160; That being said, I haven’t really watched a love story hindi movie (not all hindi movies are love stories!) in a while… you kinda have to not scoff when you’re watching them and I kinda scoff when I do now… anyways I have a “Love” playlist on my mp3 that hasn’t really gotten a lot of listening to in the last year or so BUT this past December when my grandmother passed away and I was lying in Singapore on the hard floor with the fan on and my family around me… I started listening to this song above.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I kept listening to it, day in and day out… on the mrt, on the winding roads to Malaysia, at night… etc.&amp;#160; The beginning of this song…it takes me to another world, one with love and hope and romance and dreams, a world I hadn’t really visited in a while.&amp;#160; It was nice there, but scary.&amp;#160; I want to be the girl who can still believe in all of this again and lol I guess just be innocent again.&amp;#160; I thought I would share this song with you guys.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:f14ffb3e-a68d-4e30-8b2d-9b78ddbded57" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/love" rel="tag"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/bollywood" rel="tag"&gt;bollywood&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/dholna" rel="tag"&gt;dholna&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/hindi+movies" rel="tag"&gt;hindi movies&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Singapore" rel="tag"&gt;Singapore&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/innocence" rel="tag"&gt;innocence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-8892533047432610522?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/8892533047432610522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/05/hindi-movies.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/8892533047432610522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/8892533047432610522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/05/hindi-movies.html' title='Hindi Movies'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TdoH2ZMPU9I/AAAAAAAAAjY/wvOfDxnYphY/s72-c/video687d23635ca2%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-5778296798644145090</id><published>2011-05-22T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:50:43.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>Just Accept The Compliment Goddamit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don’t know what it is with girls.&amp;#160; We are SO different from guys!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="129167033986932671" border="0" alt="129167033986932671" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TdnZkR13YCI/AAAAAAAAAjU/pvsAyJMezBE/129167033986932671_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" height="415" /&gt;Guys are used to pumping themselves up.&amp;#160; Their self esteem increases in direct relation to the number they’re bench pressing.&amp;#160; They feel good when they’re making money, when they’re working out, when they’re picking up chicks, and when they’re DOING things.&amp;#160; They have no problem promoting themselves and bragging or boasting about how much they’re benchpressing, how much they’re making, how many numbers they’re getting, how many chicks they’re doing and …you get the point.&amp;#160; It’s all very measurable.&amp;#160; Girls can have an amazing body and STILL be complaining about their fat arms or small boobs.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;When a guy gives another guy a compliment&lt;/font&gt; like: “your arms are getting huge”, the guy who is on the receiving end of the compliment accepts it matter of factly.&amp;#160; He does NOT do what girls do and reject the compliment “my arms are nice whatt noo no look at this it’s so jigglyyyy *shake shake shake*”.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why is it that girls have such a hard time accepting compliments?&amp;#160; Not only is it stupid to point out your flaws if you really believe they are flaws, it’s detrimental to your self worth and esteem.&amp;#160; TAKE THE COMPLIMENT – ESPECIALLY, and I cannot stress this enough ESPECIALLY if a guy is giving it to you.&amp;#160; Don’t let it get to your head, but just thank him and accept it.&amp;#160; The more you point out your flaws the more he’ll end up believing you!&amp;#160; It will slowly sink into his head and then he might be like ya that’s right, your friend’s ass IS nicer than yours, or ya you’re right your hair really is messed up.&amp;#160; It’s true.&amp;#160; Trust me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:6bf0ef05-7f04-47b1-bf53-37e39731bf98" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/your+arms+are+huge" rel="tag"&gt;your arms are huge&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/giving+compliments" rel="tag"&gt;giving compliments&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/advice" rel="tag"&gt;advice&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/girls+vs+boys" rel="tag"&gt;girls vs boys&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/accepting+compliment" rel="tag"&gt;accepting compliment&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/relationships" rel="tag"&gt;relationships&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/crazy+girlfriend" rel="tag"&gt;crazy girlfriend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-5778296798644145090?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/5778296798644145090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/05/just-accept-compliment-goddamit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5778296798644145090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5778296798644145090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/05/just-accept-compliment-goddamit.html' title='Just Accept The Compliment Goddamit.'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TdnZkR13YCI/AAAAAAAAAjU/pvsAyJMezBE/s72-c/129167033986932671_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-3104083632558199155</id><published>2011-05-21T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T00:17:16.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>To Be Understood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes you feel… Does anyone even know what you’re talking about?&amp;#160; Does anyone bother to read between the lines?&amp;#160; Does anyone understand you?&amp;#160; Is anyone out there?&amp;#160; Do they feel the same way as you?&amp;#160; Do they know where you’re coming from?&amp;#160; Are you talking to yourself?&amp;#160; Does everyone else just think you’re a freaking weirdo?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes you ask yourself those things.&amp;#160; I do all the time.&amp;#160; I think the biggest thing for people is to be understood.&amp;#160; You want someone to know who you really are.&amp;#160; You want someone to know how you feel.&amp;#160; You want to be understood.&amp;#160; There are a few people in my life who I think do understand me.&amp;#160; For some reason, I think I’m a pretty weird person and sometimes I wish I was normal.&amp;#160; I guess everyone is weird in their own way though.&amp;#160; For me it’s just that sometimes I wish I didn’t have the desire to do all the things that I want to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;I wish I could be content being mediocre.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:90537491-cec9-4ca2-b18d-2fac7b3e9c90" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/mediocre" rel="tag"&gt;mediocre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-3104083632558199155?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/3104083632558199155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/05/to-be-understood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/3104083632558199155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/3104083632558199155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/05/to-be-understood.html' title='To Be Understood'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-6886807727685854676</id><published>2011-05-20T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T23:57:35.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Why Nice Guys Finish Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;EVERY GUY is supposed to be nice because humans should be nice!&amp;#160; Unfortunately most of the people you end up meeting or hearing about tend to be dirt bags and so when you finally do meet that one nice guy, you feel like you need to give him a shot just because he’s (apparently) nice.&amp;#160; That my friends, is the beginning of the end!&amp;#160; DON’T CAVE IN!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Girls have a tendency to get confused and say “but he’s so nice” and then agonize over why they don’t feel any connection.&amp;#160; It has nothing to do with the fact that this person is nice, it’s just that you don’t connect with them!&amp;#160; You’re not supposed to be with someone just because they’re SUPPOSEDLY nice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHY DO NICE GUYS FINISH LAST?!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1.) TOO PASSIVE = I think “nice guys” are just too passive.&amp;#160; They very often don’t hit on a girl as much as a “bad boy” would?&amp;#160; Theory of mine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2.) NO GAME = constantly texting and being available, “hey we should meet, hey what are you up to, hey how was the exam you told me about once briefly three weeks ago that you were going to write today and I still remembered because I’m a creepy person with no life and I want to impress you with how nice I am?”.&amp;#160; This is what I say in my head to people who do that: BUDDY RELAX!&amp;#160; It’s not that a girl wants a guy to play games and not text her back; a girl wants a guy who has a life!&amp;#160; You should really not be that available, it's a turn off (remember this all you clueless “nice guys” out there!).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TddiXXa4nNI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kiDMpAkc7tE/s1600-h/mrniceguy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="mrniceguy" border="0" alt="mrniceguy" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TddiX0qQN4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XueQZxmKijs/mrniceguy_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="304" height="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3.) Picture above: straight up!&amp;#160; A “nice” guy is really just a guy who wants to boink you and doesn’t have the balls or CONFIDENCE to say so.&amp;#160; NICE GUYS DON’T HAVE CONFIDENCE.&amp;#160; They don’t straight up ASK you to go on a DATE, instead they ask you out for coffee and/or pretend to be your friend first while secretly boning you in their mind.&amp;#160; Everyone knows coffee is harder to turn down than a date because girls feel bad rejecting someone asking them for coffee.&amp;#160; It’s just a coffee after all right?&amp;#160; What guy even likes going out for coffee?&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Lame guys do!!!&amp;#160; (yeah that’s right I called you lame you coffee fiend…&amp;#160; Don’t worry I’ll still be nice to you when you hit on me in Starbucks - if you’re hot…I’m superficial like that.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4.) Pushovers.&amp;#160; Nice guys are pushovers.&amp;#160; If I cancelled on a “nice” guy last minute with a lame excuse they’d be totally ok with it.&amp;#160; A bad boy would be like ok this chick’s a waste of time, screw her and move on.&amp;#160; A “nice” guy would be all understanding and say “it’s ok next time”. There’s nothing WRONG with being nice and with being understanding, but every time you allow yourself to be a second class citizen, girls realize that hey this person is ok with this type of behaviour and treat you like a second class citizen.&amp;#160; People don’t cancel on the Queen of England.&amp;#160; They shouldn’t cancel on you either.&amp;#160; If they do forget to call you back, or cancel on you, or whatever – screw em. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t have a number 5 right now but I do have this to say to you.&amp;#160; Stay away from nice guys and stick with “bad boys”…&amp;#160; at least you know what they’re like from the get go.&amp;#160; If you fall in love with a nice guy, he’s the one that has what it takes to completely break your heart.&amp;#160; You’re better off with the “bad boy”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:23c8f86b-b100-42fe-a9d0-0f30d9b7af02" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/relationships" rel="tag"&gt;relationships&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/bad+boy" rel="tag"&gt;bad boy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/nice+boys+finish+last" rel="tag"&gt;nice boys finish last&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/nice+boy" rel="tag"&gt;nice boy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/heart" rel="tag"&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/broken" rel="tag"&gt;broken&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/pushover" rel="tag"&gt;pushover&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/coffee+date" rel="tag"&gt;coffee date&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-6886807727685854676?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/6886807727685854676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/05/why-nice-guys-finish-last.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6886807727685854676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6886807727685854676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/05/why-nice-guys-finish-last.html' title='Why Nice Guys Finish Last'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TddiX0qQN4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XueQZxmKijs/s72-c/mrniceguy_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-4895246686762838835</id><published>2011-04-29T00:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T01:00:13.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>No More Waity Katie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TbprFtI3WaI/AAAAAAAAAi0/5hDttOIABqg/s1600-h/Prince-William-Kate-Middleton1-267x400%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Prince-William-Kate-Middleton1-267x400" border="0" alt="Prince-William-Kate-Middleton1-267x400" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TbprF1KCWxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/R6VD7lrUOX4/Prince-William-Kate-Middleton1-267x400_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="232" height="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TbprGolZF2I/AAAAAAAAAi8/10j5qtPSvvU/s1600-h/kate_middleton%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="kate_middleton" border="0" alt="kate_middleton" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TbprG8_92XI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IIRQfuF5Jms/kate_middleton_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So she finally got her man.&amp;#160; She had his picture in her room before she even met him, she went on the same Chile trip to the town William went to some time apart from his trip (I bet you she probably just heard that he was going and signed herself up then got screwed over because she didn’t end up on the same trip as him)…she finally met him, became friends, got semi naked in a fashion show while she was currently dating someone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TbprHpQcLWI/AAAAAAAAAjE/FuaVOFZxI6U/s1600-h/kate-middleton-see-through-dress%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="55946886" border="0" alt="55946886" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TbprH4H2YRI/AAAAAAAAAjI/k6zXLH4-dZ0/kate-middleton-see-through-dress_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="147" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and bam.&amp;#160; She got her Prince.&amp;#160; There you go girls… 1.) Get naked 2.)Break up with guy who was keeping the seat warm and 3.) Get your Prince!&amp;#160; Supposedly guys are into what they can’t have and this situation was no exception from the supposed rule.&amp;#160; Kate was “the friend (off limits) who had a boyfriend (totally off limits).&amp;#160; Totally off limits = Totally desirable to a man.&amp;#160; Agree?&amp;#160; Disagree?&amp;#160; I guess it was fate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Who IS THE REAL KATE ?&amp;#160; I don’t hate her, this by no means is an I H8 K8 post, I think I like her - it's just that I don’t KNOW HER.&amp;#160; She hasn’t committed herself to anything (other than being girlfriend numero uno) or shown her personality and she’s been in the public eye for years now!&amp;#160; How horrible is that that she’s been in the public eye for so long, yet we can’t really tell what she’s like?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She hasn’t had a proper job since 2007, she’s obviously a smart girl having gotten a university degree from a top notch school and yet it seems that other than marrying her love (I don’t doubt that she’s in love with him and I truly think they make a great pair and look happy) she has no ambition.&amp;#160; What has she DONE in the past few years?&amp;#160; Attend a few weddings?&amp;#160; Go to etiquette classes?&amp;#160; I mean, she’s 29 years old for goodness sakes and I guess I’m just irritated with the fact that other than being photographed on yachts, exiting from clubs or being a style icon she hasn’t really done anything.&amp;#160; Apparently much of England feels the same way: &lt;a title="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1048599/And-DO-Queen-wants-Kate-Middleton-charity-job-counter-claims-workshy.html" href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1048599/And-DO-Queen-wants-Kate-Middleton-charity-job-counter-claims-workshy.html"&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1048599/And-DO-Queen-wants-Kate-Middleton-charity-job-counter-claims-workshy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She has a lot of work to do because the people were so in love with Diana and Kate has big shoes to fill.&amp;#160; I think most people will warm up to her now that she’s finally (almost – still a couple hours to go) getting hitched and people like to see a girl finally get her man, but I mean, what is she going to do now after marriage?&amp;#160; Sit at home and wait around while her husband goes to work?&amp;#160; (They’re going to be living alone in a regular house fyi.)&amp;#160; Is she going to get a job?&amp;#160; Is she going to do charity work and risk being compared to Diana the People’s Princess?&amp;#160; Kate didn’t seem to have much of a social conscience before!&amp;#160; People inevitably draw comparisons between her and Princess Diana, and while Princess Diana seemed to genuinely care for people I just don’t get that same feeling from Kate.&amp;#160; If she did all of a sudden go to Africa to work with Aid’s patients or something I would just scoff and say she’s trying to win the public’s favor.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Or maybe I’ve just become a cynic.&amp;#160; Very possible.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the 80’s there was Madonna, in the 90’s there was Princess Diana, 2000’s had Britney and from 2011 onwards, Kate is the icon.&amp;#160; Girls have someone to look up to and while I like that she’s always been a fresh faced good girl, I hope that she will further live up to the media attention and establish an actual identity for herself with an actual focus in life other than her man.&amp;#160; Well… I’m off, I have a wedding to attend!&amp;#160; Torra!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:076ca4ef-3127-4c87-b089-ce0b28340ad7" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/British" rel="tag"&gt;British&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Kate+Middleton" rel="tag"&gt;Kate Middleton&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Prince+William" rel="tag"&gt;Prince William&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/monarchy" rel="tag"&gt;monarchy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/wedding" rel="tag"&gt;wedding&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/royal+wedding" rel="tag"&gt;royal wedding&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Waity+Katie" rel="tag"&gt;Waity Katie&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Diana" rel="tag"&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/princess" rel="tag"&gt;princess&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/relationships" rel="tag"&gt;relationships&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/love" rel="tag"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-4895246686762838835?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/4895246686762838835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/04/no-more-waity-katie.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/4895246686762838835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/4895246686762838835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/04/no-more-waity-katie.html' title='No More Waity Katie!!'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TbprF1KCWxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/R6VD7lrUOX4/s72-c/Prince-William-Kate-Middleton1-267x400_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-6679321917279358344</id><published>2011-04-16T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T01:01:36.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Why Are You Here? Karma is Only a Bitch Because You Are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TapyYjvYHgI/AAAAAAAAAiU/beeLydifLKE/s1600-h/MotherEarthNoText%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="MotherEarthNoText" border="0" alt="MotherEarthNoText" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TapyZFThvjI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SEBjBLZiB2c/MotherEarthNoText_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="282" height="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered why you are here?&amp;#160; You are on this Earth to &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;Be the best you that you can be.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;Explore the world&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;Make amazing connections with other human beings.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That’s pretty much it.&amp;#160; Wow I’m so smart?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You don’t have to save the world, every single day.&amp;#160; You don’t even have to save the world at all but you have to do SOMETHING good in the day.&amp;#160; You should be nice!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maybe you helped your mom out, or did something nice for your dad or sisters.&amp;#160; Maybe you ran ahead to a bus and told the bus driver to wait for the older woman who couldn’t run and catch the bus herself and was struggling, maybe you walked home a senior citizen just to make sure he got home safe, maybe you filled out a complaint form and effectively fought for justice for someone who didn’t even know you were doing it just because you knew that they couldn’t speak/write English and would never have been able to fight for themselves…just small things, maybe you told the person helping you at the store that they could help the pregnant woman first.&amp;#160; It’s better than nothing!&amp;#160; Like I said above, Karma really isn’t the bitch, you are.&amp;#160; If you’re a nice person then you have nothing to worry about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I personally feel that we are on here (Earth) because of the above three reasons… to be good human beings, explore the world and meet amazing people along the journey.&amp;#160; I also believe that everyday you should give the Big guy up there a reason to keep you around for another day.&amp;#160; That’s how I live my life, day by day and just trying to convince the tough guy up top each day that I’m worthy of being on this planet.&amp;#160; So far so good I guess.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I guess I’ll explain what I mean by the above three points: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;#1 - - BE THE BEST YOU THAT YOU CAN BE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is not as easy as it seems.&amp;#160; It takes a lot of courage, passion and determination to be the best you that you can be.&amp;#160; Step one to being the best you is common sense…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…Get healthy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TapyZgNYefI/AAAAAAAAAic/3E0wCuKDv64/s1600-h/SuperStock_1439R-97083%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="SuperStock_1439R-97083" border="0" alt="SuperStock_1439R-97083" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TapyaFY_j1I/AAAAAAAAAig/WAR6BdSw0QI/SuperStock_1439R-97083_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="295" height="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m lucky to have people in my life that care about my health and want me to get healthy!&amp;#160; The fact of the matter is that every single thing that you do will catch up to you one day.&amp;#160; I know this isn’t what you want to hear and maybe you’re reading this and you’re in your teens or young and you think, psh, I’m invincible.&amp;#160; Well, good for you but… even Superman has his kryptonite.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Tapyaz7MRQI/AAAAAAAAAik/F6WBxvtrE9k/s1600-h/kryptonite%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="kryptonite" border="0" alt="kryptonite" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TapybsU71ZI/AAAAAAAAAio/VQOiwBEx2EQ/kryptonite_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="376" height="349" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Poor sleep habits, poor eating habits are not going to get you where you want to go.&amp;#160; A lot of things are not in our control but this is in our control, this is number one – sleeping and eating.&amp;#160; Trust me.&amp;#160; You will not be successful or the best you if you are not treating yourself well.&amp;#160; My friends know that I have been one of the worst for this.&amp;#160; I used to never sleep in high school like NEVER and for much of my university life… I used to have &lt;a href="http://www.queensharin.com/2009/01/breakfast-of-champions.html" target="_blank"&gt;McDonald’s&lt;/a&gt; for breakfast, lunch and dinner but now… it’s a different story.&amp;#160; It affects you mentally and physically… I suggest you read up on it.&amp;#160; Your health will give you a reality check one of these days.&amp;#160; Just remember that everything in your body is connected!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok so that’s step one in being the best you that you can be.&amp;#160; You have to look after yourself, you have to sleep well, drink lots of water, eat well and exercise.&amp;#160; Then comes the passion and courage part… you have to do what you love.&amp;#160; If you don’t love being a lawyer and you spend all your time in this so called “successful” position when all you really want to do is become a florist then DO IT!&amp;#160; Not everyone has the opportunity to pursue their dreams due to social and economic hardships but for the most part you can either make excuses or you can go for it.&amp;#160; You can’t do both so pick one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;#2 - - EXPLORE THE WORLD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve been bitten by the travelling bug.&amp;#160; HELLOOO?!&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; The world is God’s GIFT to you.&amp;#160; We are here to explore and wonder at this gift.&amp;#160; If you’re sad, or you have this notion that you have it bad or you can’t find yourself or whatever, I suggest you travel.&amp;#160; Honestly if I hadn’t left the country ever in my life I guarantee you I would be locked up in a mental institution right now.&amp;#160; Travelling is THE BEST THING ever.&amp;#160; Make $$$.&amp;#160; Go travel.&amp;#160; That’s like my life goal (having fun is my life goal and travelling is fun so it’s a no brainer).&amp;#160; I live to travel.&amp;#160; I live dreaming of Mumbai, Cambodia, Africa, Brazil.&amp;#160; Ah!&amp;#160; This is REASON NUMBER TWO FOR WHY WE ARE ON EARTH.&amp;#160; We’re supposed to see other things.&amp;#160; It helps us realize we are all connected, you have to get out of your own little world and get new perspectives and experiences.&amp;#160; I love walking around in shorts, flip flops and no makeup with your hair pulled back because the humidity is making it look like Monica on that episode of Friends.&amp;#160; I couldn’t do that if I just sat in Vancouver all my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 - - MAKE AMAZING CONNECTIONS WITH OTHER HUMANS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Friends, family, casual encounters.&amp;#160; You never know where things will lead so be open to meeting new people.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;These are our three duties to do here on Earth… if you have not done any of the above yet I suggest you get started ducklings!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:8a515b08-1943-467a-9aea-eabce95af06e" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/karma" rel="tag"&gt;karma&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/god" rel="tag"&gt;god&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/reasons+for+being+on+Earth" rel="tag"&gt;reasons for being on Earth&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/why+are+we+here" rel="tag"&gt;why are we here&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/traveling" rel="tag"&gt;traveling&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/moving+on" rel="tag"&gt;moving on&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/connections" rel="tag"&gt;connections&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/healthy+eating" rel="tag"&gt;healthy eating&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/food" rel="tag"&gt;food&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/sleep" rel="tag"&gt;sleep&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/relationships" rel="tag"&gt;relationships&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/habits" rel="tag"&gt;habits&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/living+well" rel="tag"&gt;living well&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/living+in+the+moment" rel="tag"&gt;living in the moment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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Karma is Only a Bitch Because You Are.'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TapyZFThvjI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SEBjBLZiB2c/s72-c/MotherEarthNoText_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-3723013459770516808</id><published>2011-03-27T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:16:16.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How to Break Up With Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY9-2pZ0rXI/AAAAAAAAAh0/NCTNXhTqYKw/s1600-h/best-break-up-letter-ever%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="best-break-up-letter-ever" border="0" alt="best-break-up-letter-ever" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY9-3MAFpZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/AmpjSuFLk1Y/best-break-up-letter-ever_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="288" height="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY9-4bvLjbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Gda37kNbsyI/s1600-h/crossfit-break-up1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="crossfit-break-up1" border="0" alt="crossfit-break-up1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY9-5LvVfyI/AAAAAAAAAiA/KgDdlHNadNM/crossfit-break-up1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="329" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY9-6JGuwLI/AAAAAAAAAiE/4anRRkx677c/s1600-h/twitter_break_up%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="twitter_break_up" border="0" alt="twitter_break_up" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY9-666zBTI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mG03BywWV5U/twitter_break_up_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="331" height="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY9-7fYg70I/AAAAAAAAAiM/HxQ_104FlZ8/s1600-h/2618720741_2cedd922d5%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2618720741_2cedd922d5" border="0" alt="2618720741_2cedd922d5" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY9-78gsUdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4pix8c6Jn60/2618720741_2cedd922d5_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="347" height="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There you go :)&amp;#160; Glad you know how to break up with someone now, use any of the above options, have a nice day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hehe ok so I’m not a relationship queen or anything like that (FAR, FAR from it) but here are some rules on how to break up with someone.&amp;#160; It’s largely derived from a Psychology Today article by Elizabeth Svoboda called “&lt;a href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/201012/the-thoroughly-modern-guide-breakups" target="_blank"&gt;The Thoroughly Modern Guide To Breakups&lt;/a&gt;” found in the Feb 2011 issue.&amp;#160; I really liked it, possibly should also have taken it’s advice and I haven’t really, but if sharing it helps one other&amp;#160; person than my job here is done.&amp;#160; Short of someone dying, breaking up with someone and being broken up with is the hardest thing one ever has to endure.&amp;#160; Hopefully this makes things a little easier.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RULE #1 – &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; BREAK UP WITH &lt;em&gt;YOUR&lt;/em&gt; PARTNER NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND.&amp;#160; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do not be so horrible that you force them into breaking up with you.&amp;#160; It’s YOUR feelings that have changed, it’s YOUR life that you want to go in a different direction from what it’s going in and it’s you who wants a break up so don’t be a jerk, don’t be an asshole, and don’t all of a sudden avoid their phone calls, spend an insane amount of time with your friends, give one word answers, etc in an effort to make them break up with you.&amp;#160; Honestly, all you are doing is making them question themselves.&amp;#160; You’re making them overlook what their own basic instincts were telling them about your relationship; they can’t trust how they felt about you, they can’t trust what they saw or heard or felt in your relationship.&amp;#160; If you make them break up with you, you ARE crippling them for any future relationship.&amp;#160; They will not be able to trust anyone because they have no idea what went wrong, therefore the only thing they can think of is that THEY are wrong.&amp;#160; You’ve made them blame themselves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rule #2 – Do not break up via email, text, Twitter, Facebook etc.&amp;#160; Face to Face baby.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We were not born to communicate via text or email.&amp;#160; It’s not just what you say, it’s how you say it.&amp;#160; It could be the look in your eyes saying “hey you still care about them it just didn’t work out” or the tone in your voice saying you mean this… just the fact that you are there face to face shows that you were worth that much.&amp;#160; You cannot properly communicate through a 20 second delay through text message.&amp;#160; I for one cannot have a serious conversation through text let alone breaking up with someone!&amp;#160; I need to see their face, hear their tone, and perhaps lighten the mood with a look or a smile.&amp;#160; Having a face to face conversation ensures closure.&amp;#160; Trust me when you look back on the moment ten years later you will be happy that you met face to face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rule #3 - Be nice, and be honest.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You’re already breaking up with them, there is no reason to hurl insults.&amp;#160; You should have done that before the breakup lol so they at least knew what was wrong and how you felt.&amp;#160; At this point, you’re just sealing the deal, there is no reason to argue, no reason to say “You’re a ****** of **** you dirty ****”.&amp;#160; It’s not going to solve anything, it’s not worth it.&amp;#160; Do be honest, if you’re just not in love with them anymore, say it, but there’s no reason to get nasty and talk about how you faked every orgasm or how you hate his mother.&amp;#160; It’s your job at this point to keep them going and keep their self esteem up – you don’t want them to think they are a horrible person because they weren’t, you just weren’t right for each other.&amp;#160; There is no reason to cut them down.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rule #4 – It’s not You its Me.&amp;#160; Avoid saying this.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pretty self explanatory.&amp;#160; Saying something like this is usually false, it doesn’t sound sincere and the person you’re breaking up with deserves an explanation, ANY explanation.&amp;#160; They deserve a true explanation not some generic line.&amp;#160; If you can’t think of an explanation maybe you shouldn’t initiate a break up because you’re obviously&amp;#160; clueless and confused.&amp;#160; Figure your ish out first before you break up with someone.&amp;#160; You need to be clear on your reasons.&amp;#160; Avoid a point by point breakdown however because you don’t want your partner to be like: “no that’s not what happened”, “it was actually your fault we lost our dog”, etc.&amp;#160; It’s not about minor details at this point so there’s no reason to go into a case by case breakdown.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rule #5 – Do not suggest being friends after.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At this point it’s just not a good idea.&amp;#160; You should move on first, then if you can be friends in the future that’s fine but your first step should be moving on completely.&amp;#160; Otherwise your partner may just remain in limbo.&amp;#160; That doesn’t mean you should ignore your partner afterwards, it just means it’s probably best to not have a friendly dinner date just yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rule #6 – Express yourself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you want to text the person you just broke up with and say it sucks that the future we talked about just didn’t happen, I’m sorry, I wanted it to work out but this is for the best and this is what I want – SAY IT.&amp;#160; There is nothing wrong in letting them know that you are upset with how things ended.&amp;#160; A break up is usually something no one walks into a relationship thinking they will do.&amp;#160; Both parties are injured.&amp;#160; Let the person you broke up with know that you feel pain as well.&amp;#160; Just make sure that you don’t give them the impression that you made a mistake in breaking up; end each communication with something along the lines of “this is for the best”, “this is what I want”, etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rule #7 - Do not beg.&amp;#160; Do not protest.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O gosh.&amp;#160; If you’re being dumped, you’re being dumped.&amp;#160; Nothing you say or do will change their mind.&amp;#160; It’s better to just leave when someone wants to leave you.&amp;#160; You don’t want to change their mind!&amp;#160; Trust me.&amp;#160; Just accept it.&amp;#160; Dumpees for the love of God follow this rule for any future break up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rule #8 – Say No to Revenge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just move on!&amp;#160; Stop making them the center of your world by plotting ways to kill them, kill their new gf, destroy their relationship with their family etc.&amp;#160; It’s not worth your sanity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rule #9 – Feel the Pain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Be honest with yourself.&amp;#160; It’s ok to be in unbelievable pain, you don’t have to pretend that everything is ok.&amp;#160; Don’t numb it down by drinking and going out every night, having meaningless sex, or travelling the world (aka running away).&amp;#160; Eventually you have to come home and it’s better to feel the pain now rather than later.&lt;/p&gt; 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border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="lion-king-pride-rock" border="0" alt="lion-king-pride-rock" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY8DwuPqkDI/AAAAAAAAAhw/UMOl8DzMdEU/lion-king-pride-rock_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="308" height="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love sharing an intimate moment with a stranger (not the one night stand kind although I’m sure that’s very nice as well).&amp;#160; It helps me feel connected to the world and makes you realize how we are all so similar and all human.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It doesn’t have to be a sit down and cry raw emotion type of moment but even a commiserating glance with someone else who has been waiting a long time at the cash register, a smile with someone else who saw something funny on the sky train; anything that connects you with another person for a moment.&amp;#160; I just LOVE that.&amp;#160; I get shivers.&amp;#160; I love feeling like part of one giant circle of life.&amp;#160; I’m a Lion King era baby what else can I say? :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve had some amazing “stranger moments” with people and so many people who have touched my life without even knowing it.&amp;#160; I’m not being dramatic but I could have died and been raped if not for some strangers so… thank you to all the strangers out there!&amp;#160; I’m sure I’ll have a “Five People You Meet In Heaven” moment with you on the other side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:6a0a9837-291c-4beb-a2fe-24c83987685a" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/strangers" rel="tag"&gt;strangers&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/five+people+you+meet+in+heaven" rel="tag"&gt;five people you meet in heaven&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/emotion" rel="tag"&gt;emotion&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/humans" rel="tag"&gt;humans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-6372254730702177306?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/6372254730702177306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/03/moments-with-strangers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6372254730702177306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6372254730702177306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/03/moments-with-strangers.html' title='Moment’s with Strangers'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY8DwuPqkDI/AAAAAAAAAhw/UMOl8DzMdEU/s72-c/lion-king-pride-rock_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-1433433388972101218</id><published>2011-03-27T01:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T01:47:09.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayal'/><title type='text'>Rumours</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY75iDdev5I/AAAAAAAAAhk/C0wWvQfl5do/s1600-h/stop-inthenameoflove%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="stop-inthenameoflove" border="0" alt="stop-inthenameoflove" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY75i6UsdeI/AAAAAAAAAho/L5idSnL3_e8/stop-inthenameoflove_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="262" height="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t confirm or deny rumours.&amp;#160; It’s weird because I’m like extra gung ho on this and I’ve always been this way.&amp;#160; If someone male or female wants to talk about me I really don’t care to defend myself to people who want to listen to rumours.&amp;#160; “What other people think about me is none of my business” is kind of my philosophy.&amp;#160; Not that I’m someone who hears a ton of rumours about myself but just in general this is how I feel.&amp;#160; I’ve been asked the most outlandish things and my response is always: it’s none of your business… I don’t confirm or deny rumours, sorry.&amp;#160; So can you imagine how difficult my life gets because I think this way?&amp;#160; It would almost be easier to sit there and say “yes that is true”, “no that is false”.&amp;#160; Instead I respond with “um that’s nunya (business)” and the person who asked me is just like are you serious?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, I mean it SERIOUSLY.&amp;#160; If you were my FRIEND and you listened to someone talk ish about me and then felt the need to come up to me to ask me if it was true, you really don’t deserve an answer.&amp;#160; At the end of the day you need to grow up, use your brain and make your own decisions about people.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; You can’t be spoon fed your whole life waiting around for the truth.&amp;#160; You have to believe what you want and follow through on your beliefs and your instincts.&amp;#160; At the end of the day no matter what I say you’re going to have to choose to believe me or not so I’m just skipping the “whole waste of my time explanation” part and making you decide right away because that’s what you’re going to have to do at the end anyway.&amp;#160; I hate listening to gossip.&amp;#160; I just think people who do are really ugly (physically).&amp;#160; They disgust me.&amp;#160; Obviously, life is not black and white and there are exceptions to this rule but yeah generally speaking I will not ever confirm or deny a rumour, and you shouldn't either :)&amp;#160; Let people think what they want.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On the flip side if I have ever asked someone something, I will believe what they tell me.&amp;#160; I believe that it is better to be deceived than to distrust a friend.&amp;#160; Also, if they are lying to me, their fate lies in God’s hands not mine, so it doesn’t harm me to believe them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:29c638c2-2966-41a2-bef3-0d63230b6e03" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/rumours" rel="tag"&gt;rumours&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/relationships" rel="tag"&gt;relationships&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/friend" rel="tag"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/philosophy" rel="tag"&gt;philosophy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/trust" rel="tag"&gt;trust&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/God" rel="tag"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/grow+up" rel="tag"&gt;grow up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-1433433388972101218?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/1433433388972101218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/03/rumours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/1433433388972101218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/1433433388972101218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/03/rumours.html' title='Rumours'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TY75i6UsdeI/AAAAAAAAAho/L5idSnL3_e8/s72-c/stop-inthenameoflove_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-5241302363658585340</id><published>2011-03-25T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:35:48.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullies'/><title type='text'>Bullies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If you only have ten seconds read this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;You have two choices on how to deal.&amp;#160; You can either “scrap it out” or shut up.&amp;#160; You can’t NOT scrap it out and still run your mouth – that makes zero sense.&amp;#160; Unless the other person can’t even be bothered to scrap it out with you… then you’re just lame for harbouring a hatred for someone who doesn’t even give an eff.&amp;#160; Screw bullies and eff bitches.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now if you have more time to spare, here are my ramblings and philosophies on the two.&amp;#160; Maybe you will relate, maybe you feel I deal with things completely wrong but here jump in my head and let’s check it out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Background.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As most of you know, I was born in Singapore and I moved to Canada in 1994.&amp;#160; What that means is that as a child I had this dorky Singaporean accent for my first few years in Canada (I still do actually but I’ve developed a Canadian one for when I’m oot and aboot), big ears, I was painfully shy and had a braid, and I didn’t know American tv shows or cartoons like Puff the Magic Dragon and Pippi Longstocking or Barney for the longest time.&amp;#160; I was somewhat culturally clueless and it left me feeling unbelievably displaced.&amp;#160; It’s a big change even if you are only a little kid to move from Asia to North America.&amp;#160; If you’ve read any of my &lt;a href="http://www.queensharin.com/2009/05/books-i-couldnt-think-of-better-title.html#comment-form" target="_blank"&gt;previous blog posts&lt;/a&gt; you will know that I spent most of my time reading.&amp;#160; All in all I wasn’t a “cool” chick and I was bullied up until about gr. 4.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bullies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A funny word for funny people.&amp;#160; Now that I’ve grown up and have become the pretty confident chicka I am today one would think that no one would ever dare to bully me, and if they did, that it wouldn’t affect me.&amp;#160; Not exactly the case.&amp;#160; There are still bullies in the world even at this age and it’s unfortunate that some people still feel the need to put others down in order to feel better about themselves.&amp;#160; When you’re older the face of your bully may change or even disappear.&amp;#160; Cyber bullying is unbelievable right now with sites like &lt;a href="www.thedirty.com" target="_blank"&gt;the Dirty&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; making it ok for anyone to make an account or post something nasty about you.&amp;#160; It may happen at work when you’re intimidated or pressured by an imbalance of power to do something you don’t want to.&amp;#160; It could be verbal/physical/social like excluding someone.&amp;#160; My policy now as it was then is to ignore it.&amp;#160; I actually find it funny when I encounter it; it makes me smile because I have come so far from the girl who used to come home to cry to my mother or disappear into a book.&amp;#160; But – that doesn’t mean that I’m immune to a bully.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At the core of it all, no matter how high my heels are, how expensive my jeans are or how big I can tease my hair (actually this is a lie I never tease my own hair, Tamara S from Pizazz does it for me – she’s awesome!), I’m still the same geeky Singaporean chick that I always was, I just have a lil more sway in my step.&amp;#160; It amazes me to know that some people in the world think I’m attractive (?? I know…don’t laugh!&amp;#160; GOSH you’re mean you bully!) because in my head I’m a total Looneytune and some situations that I’ve been in I just look around like haha wow who knewwww me, lil ol Sharin, would ever be here and I laugh inside like a maniac.&amp;#160; So if you see me walking with a smile on my face, I’m not smirking at you, I’m smirking at the world because you should never let anyone stop you from doing what you want to do.&amp;#160; You should never let anyone make you feel inferior.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It does hurt when people don’t like me, &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;I’ve always felt this overwhelming need to be liked&lt;/font&gt; but hey, you win some you lose some!&amp;#160; Stop stressing!&amp;#160; Do you feel the same way?&amp;#160; You can’t expect everyone in the world to like you and as long as they don’t like me for &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;who I am&lt;/font&gt; rather than for &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;what I’ve done&lt;/font&gt; – I’m ok with it.&amp;#160; Was that confusing?&amp;#160; Ok listen, if someone doesn’t like me because I’ve actually DONE something to them – then I am a bad person; I wronged someone knowingly or unknowingly and I am not ok with that.&amp;#160; I really do live my life trying not to wrong anyone.&amp;#160; If they don’t like me for my opinions or because I laugh too much or because I take attention away from them or whatever it is then SCREW THEM!&amp;#160; There are a few people (that I know about) that don’t like me and I never bothered to ask them why because it was out of the blue to me and I know that I’ve never done anything to them so… whatever.&amp;#160; Their loss.&amp;#160; I’m just being me and what other people think of me is none of my business.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you really don’t like someone, then either shut up, or scrap it out.&amp;#160; I don’t necessarily mean be violent (although if that’s what you mutually want then whatever as long as it’s a fair fight) but you have to go head to head, say what you need and then move on!&amp;#160; You don’t have to settle the matter and be friends but as long as you’ve made your stance clear that you dislike the person then just continue living your life rather than making them the center of your hate filled world.&amp;#160; You cannot do NOTHING to square off against someone but then proceed to make funny faces, talk shit about them to other people and say the word “whore” under your breath every time you walk by each other.&amp;#160; That’s just a waste of your energy, it’s stupid and it makes you a bully (and immature!). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So to all the bullies out there, stop wasting your time!&amp;#160; To all the bullied people or people who have a few haters in this world, you must be doing something right because you have something that intimidates the other person.&amp;#160; There is something about you that they can’t control or can’t be/wishes they were like or maybe they are like you but they don’t have the confidence to showcase it and they want to bring you down.&amp;#160; That mean’s you’re coming out ahead of them brother, keep doing your thing and eff the haters!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:dd937b09-c81e-469b-8b57-dcccf8e1b0b2" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Bullies" rel="tag"&gt;Bullies&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/violence" rel="tag"&gt;violence&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/scrap" rel="tag"&gt;scrap&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/fight" rel="tag"&gt;fight&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/flight" rel="tag"&gt;flight&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/philosophy" rel="tag"&gt;philosophy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/bitches" rel="tag"&gt;bitches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-5241302363658585340?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/5241302363658585340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/03/bullies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5241302363658585340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5241302363658585340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/03/bullies.html' title='Bullies'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-5890855526224653432</id><published>2011-03-14T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:13:29.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whore'/><title type='text'>My Rant on Gender Issues and the Colour Pink.  READ IT ALL!  It’s worth it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FDu9p8QI/AAAAAAAAAgM/yJu7lXpNbOo/s1600-h/disney-princesses-550x486[4].jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="disney-princesses-550x486" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="344" alt="disney-princesses-550x486" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FE0VRFtI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/9Sb_iMw1R0U/disney-princesses-550x486_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been meaning to write on this topic for a while and I’m not going to write this all “professionally” just fyi so don’t mind the swear words and asterisks.  &lt;span style="color:#ff8000;"&gt;Boys, you should read this because eventually you might have a little girl one day (and then you’re going to freak out and try to raise her to be the opposite of every girl you’re trying to hook up with right now). Girls you should read this because you’re my homies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I was a mom, I don’t know what the best way would be to raise a daughter.  This issue is close to me because I often know where my parents are coming from in the decisions they make to raise me (even though they don’t know that I know this), and I have often said to myself “I wouldn’t do the same thing to my children” but would I?  I’m not so sure.  I was brought up &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching Disney movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wearing cute party frocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being in baby beauty contests &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;but I was also brought up playing with my sister’s hand me down toys and other awesome toys that I chose myself such as&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a train set which would emit real steam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lego sets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;board games and other cool toys.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I only had ONE Barbie doll and other than a 30 second hair brushing every other day she did not get played with very much.  I think I grew up to be quite an awesome person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ff00;"&gt;I hate Princesses.&lt;/span&gt;  I hate the word princess.  I hate the Princess collection that Disney has relatively recently put out.  I hate how girls seem to have limited choices of toys to play and that companies have brainwashed people into thinking that everything needs to be pink now for a girl to like it.  I know my font colour is pink and there’s nothing wrong with the colour itself but I just hate seeing a little girl dressed head to toe in pink, playing baseball with her pink baseball bat and mitt.  I hate it because THAT’S NOT ALL THERE IS OUT THERE.  I’m not saying giving a girl a pink bat is eventually going to turn her into this girl: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FH91f5xI/AAAAAAAAAgU/d51roessG_Y/s1600-h/HC114-PINK__32002_zoom[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="HC114-PINK__32002_zoom" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="316" alt="HC114-PINK__32002_zoom" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FI3nJ3QI/AAAAAAAAAgY/jNO2BsIbjB0/HC114-PINK__32002_zoom_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or this girl:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FJY2nF5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/xqugi8kdWfM/s1600-h/dg4486m__75870_zoom[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="dg4486m__75870_zoom" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="324" alt="dg4486m__75870_zoom" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FPQHiZrI/AAAAAAAAAgg/mi-kFtWo-fA/dg4486m__75870_zoom_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT SHE MIGHT.  I’m just saying, your little Lady might turn into a little Tramp if you’re not careful and it’s scary how unknowingly we can be priming girls for earlier and earlier sexualisation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is this perception by toy companies that a female would only want to play a sport if she has her pretty little version of the equipment.  Little girls that prefer playing sports and getting dirty are considered tomboys rather than just…athletic girls.  It’s ridiculous.  Sorry toy companies but I don’t need a “girl version” of Lego where everything is in pink to want to build things.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FPxYUrVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eZPc77xg5zc/s1600-h/5585-0000-xx-12-1[5].jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="5585-0000-xx-12-1" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="154" alt="5585-0000-xx-12-1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FQcr3vpI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6A2mc9nRkss/5585-0000-xx-12-1_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;LEGO® bricks in beautiful colors!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Build a house, a pony, or anything else you can imagine with this special box filled with LEGO® bricks in colors you love and elements like fences, windows, doors and flowers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah because that’s all girls love to build; ponies, houses, and flowers and only boys can build hospitals, spaceships and helicopters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why do boys get the rest of the colours and girls get stuck with pink?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;em&gt;(side note: did you know that pink was actually meant for boys because it was a pale red, and blue for girls as it was the colour associated with Virgin Mary?  That’s why early cartoons such as Alice in Wonderland and Cinderella wear pale blue.)&lt;/em&gt;  I can’t believe PARENTS ACTUALLY BUY THEIR DAUGHTERS STUFF LIKE THIS: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FQ5nhUsI/AAAAAAAAAgs/mGT7-hW37-o/s1600-h/scrabble[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="scrabble" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="272" alt="scrabble" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FRSBUMhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/BL00GOHNFrg/scrabble_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Designers edition Scrabble, in the colour pink with the letters spelling the word “Fashion”.  Cute.  I wonder who their target market is even though this doesn’t specifically say “for girls”?  Why does the pink version of Scrabble need to spell Fashion???!?!?!?!?!  Why can’t it spell SCIENCE?  OR MATH?  OR BUSINESS?  A**holes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Designers Scrabble is nothing compared to Boutique Monopoly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FSaZd0CI/AAAAAAAAAg0/b4YMliS1qVk/s1600-h/3547642158_f79e66eb51[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="3547642158_f79e66eb51" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="294" alt="3547642158_f79e66eb51" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FTJJrqwI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ar10bKSTynM/3547642158_f79e66eb51_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty in Pink – Just for You, Girl!  Buy Boutiques and malls, go on a shopping spree, pay your cell phone bill and get Text and Instant Messages.  You and your friends will adore the funky tokens, cool buildings and cute illustrations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn’t realize that normal Monopoly was for boys only.  Does this mean I should not use my trusted Rover as a game piece and switch to a Chihuahua in purse game piece instead?  Instead of picking up CHANCE or OPPORTUNITY I have to make do with getting an instant text message?  Oh em gee that like totally sucks.  Instead of buying houses and hotels I am supposed to be interested in boutiques and malls?  I’m surprised Jail is still Jail and not a spa day!  Why do people think that beauty and fashion are all girls care about?  Even if they (toy companies) do think that then why do we allow this to go on?  Why do we allow people to perpetuate this stereotypical behaviour?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly.. I would rather have this Monopoly set: &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FUFp9cXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/maTXAhX0g60/s1600-h/6BF07953[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="6BF07953" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="296" alt="6BF07953" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FUm6dMjI/AAAAAAAAAhA/2mvCE4es-So/6BF07953_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that’s freaking legit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Throughout my life I’ve noticed a few things and I want to ask why.  Why do people at checkout counters say “why hello princess” to little girls and then proceed to comment on how CUTE they look (focusing on their looks),why are there “princess meals”, why do hairdressers tell little girls to sit in the special princess throne so they can get their princess hair cut? Why do skate rinks promote Daddy daughter skate day as “Daddies bring your little princesses on Monday for a special daddy daughter skate day”. WT EFF IS UP WITH ALL THIS PRINCESS SH*T?!  If the same skate company had said “Daddies bring your lil champs to skate today” would you still think they meant for you to bring your daughter?  It's funny how the world "champ" short for "champion" is typically used to describe little boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most&lt;/u&gt; grown women I know would be offended to be called a princess.  Being called a princess means that you are likely high maintenance, live in a dream world, and you’re probably also snobby and condescending.  So why in the world would we want to encourage our daughters to grow up thinking being a princess is a magical and special way to be?  Why would we want them to grow up wanting to be princesses?  Most princesses in Disney movies are weak people from broken or dysfunctional families that eventually get saved by a male.  Of course, the prince who saves them falls in love with them because of their good looks and not much else.  Cinderella’s hubby didn’t see her dressed in scrubs and cleaning the toilet and THEN proceed to fall in love with her - she needed a fairy godmother and a stunning ball gown to get her man.  Princesses also don’t have very strong female relationships or role models and they seem to only be able to communicate with tea cups and saucers, mice or fish.  That’s not exactly something I would want for a little girl.  Which leads me to play time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a boy, you have so many more options during play time at home.  You can play sports with friends, you can play act to be a superhero or a frog or a monkey or a knight and be really active and imaginative.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FVkoDmaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/uzypWKN1Lfs/s1600-h/homemadeheros-reversible-batman-superman-cape[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="homemadeheros-reversible-batman-superman-cape" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="homemadeheros-reversible-batman-superman-cape" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FWNEavXI/AAAAAAAAAhI/EBmsR8GR9kY/homemadeheros-reversible-batman-superman-cape_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little girls on the other hand sit indoors playing tea time or pretending to cook on their kitchen set BY THEMSELVES or with other inanimate objects.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FW8hAVbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/7iyMuGg2Ac0/s1600-h/stock-photo-a-young-girl-having-a-tea-party-with-her-baby-dolls-2602595[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="stock-photo-a-young-girl-having-a-tea-party-with-her-baby-dolls-2602595" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="201" alt="stock-photo-a-young-girl-having-a-tea-party-with-her-baby-dolls-2602595" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FXCKHpSI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/U5MmLl0upP8/stock-photo-a-young-girl-having-a-tea-party-with-her-baby-dolls-2602595_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s no wonder females find it so difficult to get along when they’re older and every other girl becomes a “bitch”.  They never learnt how to interact with each other from the beginning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why does this have to be so?  I also think that playing “princess” primes them for early sexualisation.  Girls as young as 4 have become fixated on their appearance and directly relate how they feel to how they look.  (read my post on &lt;a href="http://www.queensharin.com/2011/02/i-feel-fat.html" target="_blank"&gt;Feeling Fat&lt;/a&gt;).   It's unhealthy to say the least.  Everyone in this world is more than their appearance, more than their sex, more than just a body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dora the Explorer was a pretty cool cartoon I thought.  She had normal un-princess like clothing, simple features and she actually had something to do.  She explored.  She taught a language.  She was the antithesis of everything princess.  Until this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FXlizddI/AAAAAAAAAhU/IywA6HPe1LU/s1600-h/product1_13076[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="product1_13076" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="227" alt="product1_13076" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FX-yWqeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/XaIpC2r_4Pg/product1_13076_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Magic Hair Fairytale Dora.  Play with Dora’s hair girls!  Instead of wanting to be adventurers and go out in the world and explore things why don’t you just sit inside and grow Dora’s hair magically?  Isn’t that all you really should be caring about anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you think?  Do you think I’m taking this all way too seriously?  Do you think it’s ok that the toy aisle that’s full of pink toys is the girl’s aisle?  Do you think that the world is pigeonholing girls more and more as time goes on?  Of course there are multiple things that are wrong with this world and I could write more and more about this topic and other topics, but I just wanted to get it out there and keep it as short as possible so that the message would come across.  I’m beyond mad but I hope that reading this has made you a little mad too and hopefully it will open a few eyes and make you be a little more critical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:080f2930-cf3f-4a87-af88-c69277a14cbb" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: none; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Dora" rel="tag"&gt;Dora&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Explorer" rel="tag"&gt;Explorer&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Magic+Hair" rel="tag"&gt;Magic Hair&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Fairytale" rel="tag"&gt;Fairytale&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Disney" rel="tag"&gt;Disney&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Sleeping+Beauty" rel="tag"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Cinderella" rel="tag"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/girls" rel="tag"&gt;girls&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/pink" rel="tag"&gt;pink&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/gender+neutral" rel="tag"&gt;gender neutral&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-5890855526224653432?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/5890855526224653432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/03/my-rant-on-gender-issues-and-colour.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5890855526224653432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5890855526224653432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/03/my-rant-on-gender-issues-and-colour.html' title='My Rant on Gender Issues and the Colour Pink.  READ IT ALL!  It’s worth it!'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TX3FE0VRFtI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/9Sb_iMw1R0U/s72-c/disney-princesses-550x486_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-4070050523004660471</id><published>2011-03-13T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T17:56:10.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Lingering fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok so this is a random short post because I’m going to crash soon and have to wake up at 5am but…one of my lingering, nagging fears (so not a fear that’s constantly there but a mellower more brooding fear) that pops up every so often is the fear that my close friends will eventually turn on me for reasons unbeknownst to me.&amp;#160; Maybe I’m just paranoid.&amp;#160; You see it happen on 90210 or Gossip Girl all the time, where someone out there is out to get you and all of a sudden your boyfriend, your friends, even your parents turn against you and you have no way of telling everyone what the truth is; or you tell them and they just don’t believe you.&amp;#160; Ah there you go that’s my fear: telling someone the truth and them not believing you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just think it’s horrible… – I don’t mean telling someone that you can just write off like ok whatever they don’t believe you - their loss, I mean someone who you deeply and truly care about like your parents or your really close friends. I mean in this day and age where you have sites like &lt;a href="http://www.thedirty.com" target="_blank"&gt;“The Dirty”&lt;/a&gt; where people can say anything and everything they want about you without repercussions it just seems like it’s something that could happen easily.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyone out there can say anything about you, and it’s true that your worst enemies are the ones you don’t even know about.&amp;#160; Some random guy or girl might say some random thing about you and there’s nothing that you can do to stop them.&amp;#160; If you’re someone that is actually friendly and outgoing, chances are people are going to believe the random guy and believe effed up rumours about you (well to you they’re effed up but they might be something small and believable).&amp;#160; It’s just so WEIRD and not fair.&amp;#160; There’s nothing you can do to protect yourself and you just have to hope and believe that people you love and that “know” you will know what kind of person you are.&amp;#160; It’s not just about rumours, but say you’re being possessed by the Devil or something and you tell someone and instead of believing you they think you’re mental?!&amp;#160; I used to tell my guy friend all the time to remember to take me seriously if I ever say I’m being possessed.&amp;#160; Like legit conversation.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways I guess in short one thing that I want to tell people is that looks can be deceiving.&amp;#160; Things aren’t always what they seem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:d42f7a0c-c28f-440f-98d7-06cf5c4138db" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/the+dirty" rel="tag"&gt;the dirty&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/deception" rel="tag"&gt;deception&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/assumptions" rel="tag"&gt;assumptions&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/random" rel="tag"&gt;random&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/rumours" rel="tag"&gt;rumours&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/rumors" rel="tag"&gt;rumors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-4070050523004660471?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/4070050523004660471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/03/lingering-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/4070050523004660471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/4070050523004660471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/03/lingering-fear.html' title='Lingering fear'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-2771567488245704245</id><published>2011-02-28T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:38:59.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWyij-TzYVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/YYfUYw3rRI0/s1600-h/1156%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1156" border="0" alt="1156" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWyikQ1ljPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1MUGJg-N_jo/1156_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="392" height="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am what I call an “extremist” - not in the terrorist kind of way or “religious zealot” way either but simply put I fluctuate between extreme ends of the emotional spectrum rapidly (see my “Who Am I” section on the right).&amp;#160; &lt;em&gt;On an aside… I absolutely hate the way many extremists who bomb planes and kill their daughters are called “fundamentalists”.&amp;#160; I feel that they are as far from the fundamental teachings of their religion as is possible and the term “fundamentalist” is an insult to the religion itself&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Back to what I was saying, I am an extremist and I can’t quite decide if that is a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Any self help book (and I’ve read quite a few), religious book (again – I’ve read quite a few) or meditative/spiritual conversations that I have engaged in with spiritual people have mentioned in some shape or form that peace can be achieved through having a tranquil mind that is free from desires.&amp;#160; A peaceful, happy person is one that has the ability to meditate and free their mind from the banality of worldly goods and desires.&amp;#160; Not only do spiritual or self help books mention this but highly successful people who have accomplished many great things in life for an extended period of time have as well.&amp;#160; Over many years I’ve read various interviews or memoirs on businessmen, activists, politicians, humanitarians, actors/models and they also have often stated that one thing that has kept them going for so long is that they don’t ride too high on their highs or too low on their lows.&amp;#160; They don’t really get affected by the crazy roller coaster of emotions that I seem to be affected by.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So here is why I am confused.&amp;#160; I don’t 100% love being a slave to my emotions, but I 85% love it.&amp;#160; What should I do?&amp;#160; Am I supposed to listen to all these respected and other worldly people and float through life in an almost detached and spiritual meditative state?&amp;#160; Am I supposed to say screw you Buddha and your half a billion followers I think my philosophy is better? I love being wildly, deliriously happy and yes the contrast is that you do occasionally become horribly, cripplingly depressed but I don’t mind suffering so long as I can have that out of this world happiness every so often.&amp;#160; I feel that all super smart people though – Buddha, Guru’s, Holy scriptures, Yogi’s etc think that how I am is a bad thing.&amp;#160; I see the wisdom in what they are saying but…I don’t know.&amp;#160; It’s hard to change.&amp;#160; I guess I am aspiring to not be so extreme but I happen to think it’s one of my best features?!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I keep most things on the surface; when I’m upset or mad it’s right there in your face but once the matter has been dealt with I’m over it and move on and am all jolly again.&amp;#160; I kind of feel that people who aren’t like me are missing out… it’s great to be me sometimes.&amp;#160; I am going to try to be a bit more balanced.&amp;#160; It can only be a good thing to not be a slave to one’s emotions right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here is a quote that really inspires me from Khalil Gibran’s The Prophet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.       &lt;br /&gt;Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion; that it may sing;        &lt;br /&gt;And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think it’s really inspiring because I’m so often full of passion that I don’t let reason guide me and basically everything he says is true.&amp;#160; I just love it.&amp;#160; I love every sentence it’s the complete truth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:3f8d34ab-99b5-431e-a3ae-e93a634cd2a8" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Prophet" rel="tag"&gt;Prophet&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Khalil+Gibran" rel="tag"&gt;Khalil Gibran&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/slave" rel="tag"&gt;slave&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/passion" rel="tag"&gt;passion&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/reasons" rel="tag"&gt;reasons&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/emotion" rel="tag"&gt;emotion&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Buddha" rel="tag"&gt;Buddha&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/self+help" rel="tag"&gt;self help&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/what+to+do" rel="tag"&gt;what to do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-2771567488245704245?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/2771567488245704245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/02/extremist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2771567488245704245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2771567488245704245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/02/extremist.html' title='Extremist'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWyikQ1ljPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1MUGJg-N_jo/s72-c/1156_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-554941266724723918</id><published>2011-02-27T05:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T05:23:34.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>I Feel Fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWpQUY-3acI/AAAAAAAAAfw/WO2tPwahkv0/s1600-h/majthreegirls_wideweb__470x393%2C0%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="majthreegirls_wideweb__470x393,0" border="0" alt="majthreegirls_wideweb__470x393,0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWpQUuw6cyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ihF6FFmSfrI/majthreegirls_wideweb__470x393%2C0_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="362" height="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have heard those three words uttered countless times.&amp;#160; If those words have never crossed your lips then I bet you’ve heard them said by a co-worker or friend.&amp;#160; Women similar to the three women in the above picture have probably said those three words irrespective of the fact that they have three vastly different body types.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Newsflash people: FAT IS NOT A FEELING!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Emotions have the following parts: subjective feelings, physiological (body) responses, and expressive behaviour. If fat was a feeling it would have some kind of expressive behaviour.&amp;#160; Think about this: if you had to act out the feeling/emotion of sadness it would be easy.&amp;#160; You would maybe have some tears streaming down your face and your head down with an upside down smile. Now act out surprised: Eyes open, mouth open, eyebrows raised and hands to face. Now act out “fat”. All you may be able to do is puff out your cheeks or some other PHYSICAL interpretation/depiction of what being fat is but there is no emotion that is being expressed.&amp;#160; Be conscious of how you feel not how you look.&amp;#160; Looks are not everything!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When you Google: &lt;a href="http://www.google.ca/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=define:+fat&amp;amp;meta=&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;oq=" target="_blank"&gt;define: fat&lt;/a&gt; there is not one definition that includes a feeling or emotion.&amp;#160; So why do so many people say those words?&amp;#160; Am I suggesting that people should listen to this picture below instead?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWpQVG42IeI/AAAAAAAAAf4/v_B1pQibc3I/s1600-h/184385_759325548561_21002997_45074755_3682465_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="184385_759325548561_21002997_45074755_3682465_n" border="0" alt="184385_759325548561_21002997_45074755_3682465_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWpQVcuus_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/FX3wVOCk1og/184385_759325548561_21002997_45074755_3682465_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="301" height="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No! The above picture is also a horrendous outlook to life.&amp;#160; Pretty is not an emotion.&amp;#160; Fat is not an emotion.&amp;#160; People really need to take a step back and realize that &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;how they feel does not need to be directly related to how they think they look&lt;/font&gt;.&amp;#160; All “skinny” girls do not have awesome lives; likewise all “pretty” girls do not have perfect lives.&amp;#160; There is no guarantee that being thin or being gorgeous translates into happiness.&amp;#160; Instead of uttering the words “I feel fat”, I would like you to accurately assess your feelings because only then can you address the problem.&amp;#160; The problem is not your weight or your health, the problem is that you are possibly unhappy.&amp;#160; You may feel sad or lonely or depressed that you have gained weight or think you look bigger than you normally do, but you cannot “feel fat”.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Too many people think that changing the way they look physically will change their lives and that they will become happier.&amp;#160; Do you really believe people who say: “I will be happy if only I had bigger breasts” &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; become happy forever after surgery?&amp;#160; There will always be points in life when you feel that your body or face is not what you would want it to be, but it takes a change in attitude, not surgery to become truly happy.&amp;#160; I’m not saying I am opposed to surgery.&amp;#160; I’m saying that &lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;one should not &lt;em&gt;depend&lt;/em&gt; on surgery or physical alterations to their body to change how they feel about themselves or to feel happier&lt;/font&gt;.&amp;#160; If you were truly overweight, your weight is not what leads you to be happy one minute and “feeling fat” the next.&amp;#160; Your weight is also not the root of your problem, just like the fact that credit cards and malls exist are not the root problem for a compulsive shopper.&amp;#160; The problem with “feeling fat” is the inner emotional state that the person is experiencing such as unhappiness, loneliness, anger, or depression; not the literal fatness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I feel that it can only be a good thing when people begin to be conscious of the way they FEEL rather than directly relating how they feel to their LOOKS and physical appearance.&amp;#160; Next time, try not to “feel” a physical characteristic and actually state an emotion, you owe yourself that much!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:42ea09fd-ec5c-4f7e-9870-253fd233aa47" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/fat" rel="tag"&gt;fat&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/I+feel+fat" rel="tag"&gt;I feel fat&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/not+emotion" rel="tag"&gt;not emotion&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/happiness" rel="tag"&gt;happiness&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/surgery" rel="tag"&gt;surgery&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/plastic+surgery" rel="tag"&gt;plastic surgery&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/eating+disorders" rel="tag"&gt;eating disorders&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/health" rel="tag"&gt;health&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-554941266724723918?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/554941266724723918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/02/i-feel-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/554941266724723918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/554941266724723918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/02/i-feel-fat.html' title='I Feel Fat'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWpQUuw6cyI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ihF6FFmSfrI/s72-c/majthreegirls_wideweb__470x393%2C0_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-7737589513035832699</id><published>2011-02-24T00:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T00:50:17.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex appeal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Brangelina Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m in Love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXM7W5UvI/AAAAAAAAAek/4RzV214nhiw/s1600-h/ronaldo-and-wifey%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ronaldo-and-wifey" border="0" alt="ronaldo-and-wifey" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXNarX3II/AAAAAAAAAeo/MaKMvgZcpfk/ronaldo-and-wifey_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="412" height="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Am I the only one who just found out they were dating?  Cristiano Ronaldo and &lt;a href="http://www.theirinashayk.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Irina Shayk&lt;/a&gt; are officially the hottest couple ever.  Brad cleans up well but what with his scruffiness and Angelina’s pale skinniness, I welcome this bronzed glowing new duo with open arms.  Wasn’t Kim Kardashian rumoured to have been seeing him at one point?  Just goes to show no matter how hot you are, there is always someone hotter.  Unless you’re Irina of course.  She looks really South American to me because of the skin tone but she’s all Russian.  Nazdarovyey!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aside: who DOESN’T love Russians?  It’s the country that brought the world vodka, Natalie Glebova aka Miss Universe Canada 2005, apparently break dancing and now Irina?  Go Russia!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXN_ZRK7I/AAAAAAAAAes/nEAF6OE0-II/s1600-h/cristiano-ronaldo-irina-shayk%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="cristiano-ronaldo-irina-shayk" border="0" alt="cristiano-ronaldo-irina-shayk" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXObvqf6I/AAAAAAAAAew/YxQRZd6jGMw/cristiano-ronaldo-irina-shayk_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXO3A1OYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Fx1Gi7HXFls/s1600-h/Irina-Shayk-2011-Sports-Illustrated-Swimsuit-Issue-Cover-Girl%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Irina-Shayk-2011-Sports-Illustrated-Swimsuit-Issue-Cover-Girl" border="0" alt="Irina-Shayk-2011-Sports-Illustrated-Swimsuit-Issue-Cover-Girl" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXQTIsboI/AAAAAAAAAfg/NtVWCYQelD0/Irina-Shayk-2011-Sports-Illustrated-Swimsuit-Issue-Cover-Girl_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="434" height="593" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She’s so hot.  I can’t get over it right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXQ5gwD9I/AAAAAAAAAe8/h6Au3U0CzkM/s1600-h/Irina%2BShayk%2BClub%2BSI%2BSwimsuit%2BHosted%2BVanity%2BWfdtdn-Jaxvl%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Irina Shayk Club SI Swimsuit Hosted Vanity Wfdtdn-Jaxvl" border="0" alt="Irina Shayk Club SI Swimsuit Hosted Vanity Wfdtdn-Jaxvl" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXRWodCzI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xEOK_p9lgDo/Irina%2BShayk%2BClub%2BSI%2BSwimsuit%2BHosted%2BVanity%2BWfdtdn-Jaxvl_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="243" height="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXRyRhyDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Pw3ZMal7DdY/s1600-h/Sports%2BIllustrated%2BSwimsuit%2B24%2B7%2BSI%2BSwimsuit%2Bb0n8IV1XCt3l%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Sports Illustrated Swimsuit 24 7 SI Swimsuit b0n8IV1XCt3l" border="0" alt="Sports Illustrated Swimsuit 24 7 SI Swimsuit b0n8IV1XCt3l" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXSW5hxaI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LfmEhxyVlFc/Sports%2BIllustrated%2BSwimsuit%2B24%2B7%2BSI%2BSwimsuit%2Bb0n8IV1XCt3l_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="314" height="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXSgRr9FI/AAAAAAAAAfM/lKgaxu0BtPg/s1600-h/Sports%2BIllustrated%2BSwimsuit%2BParty%2BLAX%2BLas%2BQhqQgsjBpIXl%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Party LAX Las QhqQgsjBpIXl" border="0" alt="Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Party LAX Las QhqQgsjBpIXl" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXTET7JpI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/THAmbot9N6I/Sports%2BIllustrated%2BSwimsuit%2BParty%2BLAX%2BLas%2BQhqQgsjBpIXl_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="283" height="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So cute right?  Sorry I posted so many pics… I had a hard time narrowing it down (actually it was quite an enjoyable fifteen minutes…).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Who is Irina?  You probably know her better as this girl:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXT9aN2PI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kGpgpJI4R5k/s1600-h/irina%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="irina" border="0" alt="irina" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TWYXUb7Vp1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/6yEAK_XK9L4/irina_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="477" height="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She was also in Kanye West’s video “Power” but it’s kind of a weird video if you haven’t already seen it and was just typing it into &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com" target="_blank"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt; right now, don’t bother.  She’s apparently engaged to Cristiano now if rumours are to be believed and you can bet your bottom dollar that you’re going to be seeing more and more of this girl.  Aren’t you glad you read my blog?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok well I’m off to bed… going to plug in some Enrique Iglesias (his song “Tonight” is currently on repeat) and think about Irina and Cristiano…and me and Irina and Cristiano… then just me and Cristiano… etc etc ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:60ae5f69-9444-435e-8ccb-0bc4af61d538" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Cristiano+Ronaldo" rel="tag"&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Irina+Shayk" rel="tag"&gt;Irina Shayk&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/engaged" rel="tag"&gt;engaged&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/fiance" rel="tag"&gt;fiance&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Sports+Illustrated" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-5617389472416404920</id><published>2011-02-12T03:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T03:04:23.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>6 Irritating Things!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TVZpNO3SgYI/AAAAAAAAAec/8qjKPnrjco4/s1600-h/kidsfinger503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="kids-finger50" border="0" alt="kids-finger50" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TVZpNtom0II/AAAAAAAAAeg/RFR1DMCv-4Y/kidsfinger50_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="335" height="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6 things that irritate me RIGHT NOW.&amp;#160; They may not be your typical list of things as I covered a lot in my &lt;a href="http://www.queensharin.com/2010/10/rant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Rant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;“Not a problem”&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- When I ask someone if they can help me find something at a store, or ask someone to do a favour for you and they respond with “not a problem”.&amp;#160; IT’S A YES OR NO QUESTION.&amp;#160; YES.&amp;#160; OR NO.&amp;#160; OF COURSE IT’S NOT A PROBLEM OTHERWISE DO YOU THINK I WOULD HAVE BEEN SO RUDE AS TO HAVE ASKED?&amp;#160; Responding with “not a problem” insinuates that it could have been perceived as a problem, therefore you think that I am that rude that I would have asked something of someone that would have inconvenienced them majorly.&amp;#160; Screw you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;“No offense”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – So let me get this straight… if you’re saying “No offense” you know then that this could be taken the “wrong” way or hurt/irritate the person you’re saying it to and yet you STILL want to say it?&amp;#160; What kind of human being are you?&amp;#160; I hate when people say “no offense” after saying something completely rude and unbearable; don’t think that just by saying that you sound like a decent person because you still don’t sound like one and furthermore you are not and never will be a decent person.&amp;#160; Go lock yourself in a room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stupid Celebrities on Twitter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – They’re rich, they’re famous and all they do every other day is “OMG I’M ALMOST AT 1 MILLION FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TELL UR FRIENDS TO FOLLOW ME HELP ME GET TO 1 MILLION!!”… (cough @KimKardashian cough) You are so lame?!!!!!!!!&amp;#160; If I was a celebrity, I would NEVER ever tell anyone to follow me wtf?&amp;#160; Weirdo celebs…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;People who don’t leave messages&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- If you’re calling me, and you don’t call me very often (ie. daily basis), can you please TEXT or leave a voicemsg saying WHY you called.&amp;#160; I’m not saying I don’t want to hear from you, I’m probably delighted but it is a bit worrisome!&amp;#160; I do it if I’m calling someone who I don’t call very often.&amp;#160; It’s just the polite thing to do!&amp;#160; Shoot them a “hey just thought I’d call and see how you were doing its been a while!&amp;#160; call me when ur free :)”.&amp;#160; There, now was that very hard?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ipads&lt;/u&gt; – &lt;/strong&gt;The name itself is irritating, and it’s super irritating to see all you ipad users on the skytrain playing your stupid annoying games. :( I want one :(&amp;#160; Apple comes out with amazing products that is for sure but the one thing I don’t like about their company is you have iNoia (fear that you should have waited one more generation before buying an Apple product).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHEN MY PARENTS SPEAK A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – ok I absolutely hate it when we’re all oot and aboot like at a restaurant or something and my parents speak in Punjabi or Malay in front of the waiter… I get so embarrassed because OBVIOUSLY the waiter knows we’re talking about him (or the shop keeper depending on where we are) and I kind of grin and blush and stand there awkwardly trying to not be so ethnic.&amp;#160; I wish my parents would just talk in a language that everyone can understand, or else wait till there is a better opportunity to say something.&amp;#160; The polite way would be just to TELL the waiter/shopkeeper to excuse you for a moment!&amp;#160; They will leave and then blab away all you want!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='false eyelashes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyelash extensions'/><title type='text'>What the….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ok guys, makeup does wonders.&amp;nbsp; Granted you need a good base, but regardless, makeup can do WONDERS.&amp;nbsp; Check this chicka out.&amp;nbsp; Her name is Promise and you can check out her tutorials on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/dope2111" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFCxZB24I/AAAAAAAAAdI/E_uqRwfCtO4/s1600-h/fakeangelinaeyes%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="fakeangelinaeyes" border="0" height="247" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFDRLIgFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/flTTEg4ruyE/fakeangelinaeyes_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="fakeangelinaeyes" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No it’s not Angelina Jolie but it’s a darn good eye makeup job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFEP4fIhI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IeO0j0Ossgk/s1600-h/angelina%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="angelina" border="0" height="258" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFE6pQ0ZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/t5olB1dtZgs/angelina_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="angelina" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The girl is GORGEOUS.&amp;nbsp; I could totally tell she was doing an Angelina make up look without her having to mention it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don’t even know how she does this, she manages to look like so many different celebrities and I think she has a million wigs?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFFLJTq8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/x10oHaNojgs/s1600-h/girl%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="girl" border="0" height="237" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFFlnZGVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/UP4_eEG_2VE/girl_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="girl" width="417" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFGC2TUFI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Q4-1JASomzQ/s1600-h/kim%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="kim" border="0" height="248" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFGo_N84I/AAAAAAAAAdk/VD8UvMKMPCc/kim_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="kim" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFHHi4UYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/gL2irpyAytY/s1600-h/lkjh%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="lkjh" border="0" height="218" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFHoP5pJI/AAAAAAAAAds/cva5OcX3Lqs/lkjh_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="lkjh" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFIOyOVmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/tOVAQn0Ra3Y/s1600-h/nicki%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="nicki" border="0" height="249" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFIbhO1gI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DDLQfrXVOtI/nicki_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="nicki" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFJGISzAI/AAAAAAAAAd4/O2hGcgzDVBo/s1600-h/ravvv%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="ravvv" border="0" height="249" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFJkltycI/AAAAAAAAAd8/fWO4zb-PgzU/ravvv_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="ravvv" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFKEWLIsI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BsaaO8kR7ks/s1600-h/taylor%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="taylor" border="0" height="250" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFKtBorGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ooefun5ECEI/taylor_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="taylor" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFLd9__7I/AAAAAAAAAeI/5BlsshmtqVY/s1600-h/wow%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="wow" border="0" height="252" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFL5DkNUI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_Bw_ZNwvwuM/wow_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="wow" width="434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here she is without makeup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFMXYZlrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/1GlwI-I8jWY/s1600-h/before%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="before" border="0" height="233" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TUpFMlV2tSI/AAAAAAAAAeU/H1MwrvlOIY4/before_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="before" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&amp;nbsp; I know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I just think it’s scary for people nowadays because everyone really is so fake and I’m not excluding myself from this.&amp;nbsp; Everybody is hiding something.&amp;nbsp; Push up bra’s, plastic surgery, contouring, extensions, eyelash extensions, lip injections, Spanx, contact lenses, hair dye, hair removal – I know for a fact some of you only had one eyebrow you big bunch of fakes reading this :P, tanning, laser treatments, cellulite reduction treatments… You can do a treatment for literally anything and everything.&amp;nbsp; Promise is beautiful don’t get me wrong, the more you look at JUST the picture of her without makeup (without comparing it to the fully loaded ones) she looks amazing.&amp;nbsp; She has high cheekbones, a straight nose, full lips, and gorgeous eyes.&amp;nbsp; I honestly just thought it was really cool that she could pull off such different looks and wanted to share it with you guys!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometimes…where is this all bringing us as a society?&amp;nbsp; When will our quest for perfection end?&amp;nbsp; How soon will it be that plastic surgery becomes the norm for everyone (not just celebrities and the uber rich)?&amp;nbsp; Makeup for me is a presentable face.&amp;nbsp; It’s the polite thing to do.&amp;nbsp; I wear it when I work at my sales job most of the time, I wear it when I have to be on camera, I wear it when I’m going oot and aboot.&amp;nbsp; I don’t wear it if I’m just being me without needing to “present” myself to anyone.&amp;nbsp; I would 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/3808412137916152937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-6215327644848142892</id><published>2011-01-16T23:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:53:16.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>If I Ever Became A Mother…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TTP0Uwgl7vI/AAAAAAAAAcA/XpfpyVaO6bo/s1600-h/DSC01679%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="sharinsmom" border="0" alt="sharinsmom" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TTP0VTYm0JI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NHeb3raT5RE/DSC01679_thumb%5B26%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TTP0V_4DLmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/u5QxqrOE8Ew/s1600-h/DSC01521%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="momsharin" border="0" alt="momsharin" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TTP0WdVb_3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/NuFmiAR4B4o/DSC01521_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="145" height="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I could not be like my mother.&amp;#160; Why?&amp;#160; I’m not that good/kind/nice.&amp;#160; I would not be selfless.&amp;#160; I don’t know anyone my age who would be selfless if they were to become mothers… we as a generation have become too selfish, too demanding.&amp;#160; My mother is someone I can’t even talk about on this blog because there is just too much emotion there.&amp;#160; &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;*DISCLAIMER; The following is not a true story of ANYONE I know… just a scenario to explain why being a woman is freaking difficult so I may have borrowed or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;embellished&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; things*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just don’t understand the concept of being a mother.&amp;#160; Just imagine.&amp;#160; Not too long ago you’re a little girl walking around licking an ice cream cone and playing hop scotch (hopefully not at the same time).&amp;#160; You grow up, go out with your friends/family/sisters, learn how to cook… fall in love or somehow get married and then bam.&amp;#160; Your whole life is over.&amp;#160; It’s over for YOU… and now your whole life is put on the back burner/back seat/second fiddle to your children.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Your children grow up thinking that their life is more important, that you should put everything on hold for them, and you do!&amp;#160; You wake up every morning, make tea for your husband, get his food and clothes ready, see your kids off to school, clean up the house, cook food for the family, pick your kids up from school, do the laundry, do the dishes, go to work maybe part time, come back, cook again and maybe just maybe get a spare hour for yourself to read a book or watch a tv program if you’re lucky and your daughter isn’t watching her PVR’d Gossip Girl episodes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On top of the demands of a husband and the stresses of having a job and looking after a house financially and figuratively, you have to worry about your daughter wanting to go clubbing and being out with her friends at late hours of the night and how she is constantly busy doing one unusual or dangerous activity after another, then there’s your son wanting to join a fight club/MMVA type of club, your other two daughters are essentially good but you have three total and not one of them is married.&amp;#160; Then there’s the pain of losing your parents.&amp;#160; I mean, how do you handle the stress?&amp;#160; How do you find happiness?&amp;#160; When is it YOUR TURN to live????&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It just seems like being a woman is so difficult.&amp;#160; Being a mother is so difficult.&amp;#160; I would love to be a mother one day let me just throw that out there, I think my life would be very odd if I never had children one day but I just think that it is an insanely difficult task.&amp;#160; One day you belong to your father and you have to listen to everything he says, then you belong to your husband and his family, then you bring up your children and then maybe your daughter in law and son don’t look after you (in an Asian type household) and you grow old and your daughters leave you to get married and live their own lives.&amp;#160; It just seems so sad.&amp;#160; When do you get to live for yourself?&amp;#160; When does a woman get to live for herself?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t want that to be my life.&amp;#160; I don’t want to belong to anyone or put my life on hold for anyone, ever.&amp;#160; That is a quality that I think good mothers have though…they are selfless and want the best for their children.&amp;#160; They put their children first.&amp;#160; They put their children’s happiness before their own.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That is why I say, I can never be like my mother…&lt;/p&gt;  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href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/if-i-ever-became-mother.html' title='If I Ever Became A Mother…'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TTP0VTYm0JI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NHeb3raT5RE/s72-c/DSC01679_thumb%5B26%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-3481024977569305786</id><published>2011-01-13T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:08:11.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>When You Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It feels like you’re still here… or rather still there and I am here.&amp;#160; It feels like I can still reach you, like you’re still going about your day, still thinking your thoughts, still waking up every morning.&amp;#160; I’m so sorry for every lost moment.&amp;#160; I keep thinking back to the last time I hugged you, the last night we were together.&amp;#160; I didn’t sleep all night.&amp;#160; I knew it then, I knew in my heart that it was going to be the last time.&amp;#160; I didn’t want to let you go, I didn’t want to walk out that door.&amp;#160; I kept looking back.&amp;#160; I kept looking back.&amp;#160; I see you waving at me, and I can’t believe that I pretended that everything was ok.&amp;#160; Acting normal, not breaking down and you saying that you’ll see me soon and not to cry.&amp;#160; Did you know?&amp;#160; I remember your hug, your skin, your hair, your voice.&amp;#160; I knew it then.&amp;#160; I knew it then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You were the most beautiful person I have ever met.&amp;#160; I know there is a God because God was in you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.     &lt;br /&gt;And the selfsame well from which your      &lt;br /&gt;laughter rises was oftentime filled with your tears...      &lt;br /&gt;When you are joyous, look deep into      &lt;br /&gt;your heart and you shall find it is only      &lt;br /&gt;that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.      &lt;br /&gt;When you are sorrowful look again in      &lt;br /&gt;your heart, and you shall see that in truth      &lt;br /&gt;you are weeping for that which has been      &lt;br /&gt;your delight.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;~ Kahlil Gibran&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s hard when you know someone is leaving you forever and there is nothing you can do.&amp;#160; You want so badly to stop time and you tell yourself in your head: Sharin you must remember every aspect of this moment, for it will never come again.&amp;#160; You try like a silly human to use your fancy contraptions that are supposed to help you freeze a moment or feel close to a person.&amp;#160; A photograph.&amp;#160; A video.&amp;#160; A phone call.&amp;#160; Funny thing, the human mind.&amp;#160; It can remember every line of your favourite move, every word of your favourite song.&amp;#160; It can remember a dance you performed when you were five years old, or a trillion passwords and account numbers…but it can’t bring back every aspect of a past moment.&amp;#160; It is in the complexities, powers and failures of a human’s memory that I sense an omniscient all knowing God.&amp;#160; Our failed and flawed memory is a blessing, for if I could remember every moment, I would live each day reliving them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You only live once.&amp;#160; No matter what you believe in, this is the only thing we know, that we only have one chance to live this life.&amp;#160; Do with it what you will…you choose to be fully present… argue incessantly with people you love, make passionate love, backpack through Europe or Asia, sit on a computer and find people with mutual interests on a social networking site, or sit and read this blog for hours, but whatever you do…be fully present for the moment will never come again.&amp;#160; All I know is, there are two times in my life when I seriously thought…what if I had died because of this… perhaps by not shoulder checking or having a car make a left turn at an intersection and then suddenly stop, not looking when I crossed the street…whatever the moment may have been.. I thought, what if this was it?&amp;#160; The end.&amp;#160; The first thought that came to my mind on both times?&amp;#160; I argued with my mother today.&amp;#160; My second thought was ew omg I can’t believe I was wearing mismatched underwear :P lol jk haha…&amp;#160; I know, I know, I just ruined the entire feeling and emotion of this blog with that last comment hahaha.&amp;#160; Go call a human being you’ve been staring at a computer screen for far too long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:6a9eb8a0-de4e-4f20-9d10-3d2b512fc8d6" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Love" rel="tag"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/sadness" rel="tag"&gt;sadness&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/joy" rel="tag"&gt;joy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Khalil+Gibran" rel="tag"&gt;Khalil Gibran&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/memory" rel="tag"&gt;memory&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/living+in+the+moment" rel="tag"&gt;living in the moment&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/moments" rel="tag"&gt;moments&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/car+accidents" rel="tag"&gt;car accidents&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/flawed" rel="tag"&gt;flawed&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/silly" rel="tag"&gt;silly&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/humans" rel="tag"&gt;humans&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/photograph" rel="tag"&gt;photograph&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/omniscient" rel="tag"&gt;omniscient&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/God" rel="tag"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-3481024977569305786?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/3481024977569305786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/when-you-go-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/3481024977569305786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/3481024977569305786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/when-you-go-away.html' title='When You Go Away'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-991029753259831682</id><published>2011-01-05T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:50:53.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audition'/><title type='text'>D’Angelo and Amanda = Superstars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TSVYlY8xmQI/AAAAAAAAAac/EiiWpWVJm60/s1600-h/165129_10150377182215383_527700382_16710500_3100820_n%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="165129_10150377182215383_527700382_16710500_3100820_n" border="0" alt="165129_10150377182215383_527700382_16710500_3100820_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TSVYmMyTjLI/AAAAAAAAAag/mur-qf0TB3k/165129_10150377182215383_527700382_16710500_3100820_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="392" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aw look at his face how cutee.&amp;#160; K WATCH THE VIDEO:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:778e1071-6f1d-4954-90e3-2c608e023a87" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="8f83883b-0918-4a7e-9453-4c0ffe1963fe" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bz042RRnjhk&amp;amp;hd=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TSVYnGK1YrI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7Z6MpyzWVnk/video1a29becf282d%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('8f83883b-0918-4a7e-9453-4c0ffe1963fe'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/bz042RRnjhk&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/bz042RRnjhk&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;D'Angelo Castro &amp;amp; Amanda Carbajales are my two new fav people!!!&amp;#160; I saw them on Paula Abdul’s new show Live to Dance and I was just blown away.&amp;#160; First of all I thought it was freaking adorable how they are “boyfriend and girlfriend” (did I mention she’s 10 and he’s 9?) and that they’ve been dancing together for 3 years!&amp;#160; They’ve been dance partners since they were like 6 years old that’s so amazing!&amp;#160; Honestly, some people are just born to dance.&amp;#160; Some people are just born to be amazing.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As soon as Amanda (ok D’Angelo is a lil cutie pie but I am dying over Amanda right now) walked on stage I was like &lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;WHOA this girl has IT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;#160; She’s a fiery little dynamo and she has grace, femininity and a sensuality beyond her years.&amp;#160; I’m completely in love with her she’s my new crush… not in a pedo way.&amp;#160; I just totally adore them I think they make a very cute couple (! my new fav couple awww!!!) and I think it’s awesome that their parents are there supporting them.&amp;#160; Actually throughout the whole show Live to Dance it was really nice to see so many children there with their parents cheering them on.&amp;#160; I really like the way she makes a little facial expression after certain moves like oh are you watching ooh check this out.&amp;#160; It’s the little oomphs and pows you say with your body and face as you dance like BAM yes I just did that… it comes across in your face.&amp;#160; She has “nakhra”, it’s something that comes from within that simply can’t be taught.&amp;#160; She knows her audience, she knows her body, she knows how to not only dance but PERFORM.&amp;#160; Her extensions and the way she finishes her moves and the effortless way she does it all gives me chills.&amp;#160; Love them!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TSVYoDLrcPI/AAAAAAAAAao/63gczsMB6FE/s1600-h/166645_10150377176965383_527700382_16710397_4871631_n%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="166645_10150377176965383_527700382_16710397_4871631_n" border="0" alt="166645_10150377176965383_527700382_16710397_4871631_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TSVYokGfUGI/AAAAAAAAAas/E4FMVATqvDI/166645_10150377176965383_527700382_16710397_4871631_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="389" height="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m one of those people who love a little bit of everything, so I’ve never really dedicated myself wholly to one thing, and in that way I’ve always felt a little bit like a fraud.&amp;#160; I mean how can I say I love dance when I haven’t trained for hours everyday or given up everything to pursue it like THEM?&amp;#160; How can I say I love the media when I don’t give myself to that… or acting or writing or whatever it may be.&amp;#160; Would Beyonce have become who she was without her parents support?&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Without her dad quitting his job or her mom supporting her?&amp;#160; Would Britney have?&amp;#160; Maybe, maybe not.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some people don’t have the luxury of pursuing their dream so I don’t really judge someone’s passion based on whether they are actively pursuing it as a career.&amp;#160; in general if someone tells me they love to do something I just figure they’re as madly, passionately in love with it as I am about the things I love… even if they didn’t give up their firstborn child to get it and just do it as a hobby.&amp;#160; Who am I to judge love?&amp;#160; Who am I to say that they can’t really love ________ because if they did they would have gone after it for real?&amp;#160; I do know though that, I love dance.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Without dance… there is no life.&amp;#160; I’ve been dancing since I was 4 or 5 years old (that’s as far as I can remember).&amp;#160; I really believe that, life is just black and white without dance.&amp;#160; People I know who used to dance and then stop and never dance again I feel have given up on their life and youth.&amp;#160; Dance has always been the thing that has kept me going.&amp;#160; I remember one day when I was going through a dark day… I told myself it doesn’t matter because as long as I can dance, I am not alone.&amp;#160; Ok wait, that’s actually not that powerful of a sentence because I’m sure I’ve said the same thing about chocolate, hindi movies, books and my mp3 player but you get the point… DANCE IS AWESOME.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How did we as human beings get up and start shakin’ our money maker?&amp;#160; When did this come about?&amp;#160; What is this thing inside of us that REACTS to music and beats the way that we do?&amp;#160; Dance is our soul telling our body to celebrate life and I’m going to keep celebrating.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:c0adff39-55f5-4fff-b793-fccc41b6d082" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/D'Angelo" rel="tag"&gt;D'Angelo&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Amanda" rel="tag"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Castro" rel="tag"&gt;Castro&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Carbajales" rel="tag"&gt;Carbajales&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Live+to+Dance" rel="tag"&gt;Live to Dance&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/new+show" rel="tag"&gt;new show&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Paula+Abdul" rel="tag"&gt;Paula Abdul&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/ballroom" rel="tag"&gt;ballroom&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/amazing" rel="tag"&gt;amazing&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/passion" rel="tag"&gt;passion&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/adorable" rel="tag"&gt;adorable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-991029753259831682?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/991029753259831682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/dangelo-and-amanda-superstars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/991029753259831682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/991029753259831682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/dangelo-and-amanda-superstars.html' title='D’Angelo and Amanda = Superstars!'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TSVYmMyTjLI/AAAAAAAAAag/mur-qf0TB3k/s72-c/165129_10150377182215383_527700382_16710500_3100820_n_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-6577382152899355631</id><published>2011-01-02T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:58:52.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deepika Padukone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Break Ke Baad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TSCiSNLJsUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wp7x4GmfZrY/s1600-h/break-ke-baad-wallpaper-08-10x7%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="break-ke-baad-wallpaper-08-10x7" border="0" alt="break-ke-baad-wallpaper-08-10x7" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TSCiSw3vETI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rHc1kQmV76A/break-ke-baad-wallpaper-08-10x7_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TSCiTUqNVcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/DvpY58ENjm0/s1600-h/break-ke-baad-wallpaper%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="break-ke-baad-wallpaper" border="0" alt="break-ke-baad-wallpaper" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TSCiT6p8jrI/AAAAAAAAAaY/bDGiXPejDXo/break-ke-baad-wallpaper_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="218" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If only life were really like a hindi movie.&amp;#160; If you haven’t watched this film yet…spoiler alert.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let’s see… this movie has some decent songs, nothing I’m going to put on my mp3 player but they were ok to watch, the characters were fresh and nice to watch and the story line was not too bad.&amp;#160; Deepika desperately needs a new make up artist, or a new dermatologist because for someone so beautiful her skin is so lacklustre and the complete opposite of luminescent that it detracts from her beauty.&amp;#160; Step one is she needs some blush.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The only thing I have against this movie is once again the “love conquers all” theme seeps into the movie and ruins everything.&amp;#160; It started off okay showing the love between Aaliya?&amp;#160; and Gelato?… or was it Gulati? or maybe his name was Abhay?&amp;#160; Sorry AALIYA AND ABHAY there you go.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BRIEF SYNOPSIS: They met when they were kids, had a mutual obsession for hindi movies… she was not your typical girl (other than the love for SRK and obsession for hindi movies bit).&amp;#160; She wasn’t the kind of girl who fantasized about her dream wedding lets just put it that way.&amp;#160; She applied to go to school in Australia without telling her mom and boyfriend and then she told her bf Abhay she wanted a break and kicked it to Australia.&amp;#160; He got insecure and clingy, subsequently she got mad, he followed her there, she got even more mad and officially broke up with him.&amp;#160; He stayed and refused to let go (or to leave the house she was sharing with 2 other roommates)…finally she thought he had moved on, he realizes she has moved on, she tells him to get married etc he leaves to go back to India.&amp;#160; He plans his wedding, the date is set everyone’s ready to roll, then she realized she actually did love him and flew back to India to propose to him only to find out that SURPRISE, he figured she would come back all along and the wedding that was scheduled was actually for the two of them.&amp;#160; They get married and live happily ever after.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I thought everything was pretty legit other than the end.&amp;#160; Aaliya seemed like a lot of people I know.&amp;#160; Sometimes people end relationships that they never thought that they would.&amp;#160; It’s hard for the Abhay’s of the world to deal with that and they often don’t believe it and so I thought it was interesting how they actually reflected this in the move.&amp;#160; I mean, Abhay was delusional in the movie.&amp;#160; I understand how he feels though… I mean you make promises to love a person no matter what, and to never let the relationship fail.&amp;#160; So all of a sudden when your love wants to end the relationship you think…is this just a test?&amp;#160; Didn’t I make a promise to never let this relationship end?&amp;#160; Maybe Aaliya thinks she wants a break up and then if I actually move on and she realizes that she made a mistake later, I gave up too early!&amp;#160; Maybe I’m supposed to wait this one out.&amp;#160; I mean, she loves me how can she not?&amp;#160; People expect you to realize that the relationship is over and to move on but do you just love a person and stop when they claim they stopped loving you?&amp;#160; Is that what love is…reliant on the other persons reciprocation?&amp;#160; Of course not!&amp;#160; That’s why you have to stick it through to the end Abhay!… love this person till you die and never love anyone else!&amp;#160; Until one day you wake up and realize… that she left you.&amp;#160; Something changes inside you after a certain amount of time and you realize…nothing can ever be the same again.&amp;#160; She left you, she didn’t want to try to sort it out, she was just done.&amp;#160; Finito.&amp;#160; And then you get somewhat mad.&amp;#160; You DO NOT make a fake wedding and chop her name on the wedding card “knowing” that she would come running from Australia to profess her love.&amp;#160; THIS IS THE PART OF HINDI MOVIES I HATE!!&amp;#160; It’s just not realistic.&amp;#160; And then when she does show up and she says she wants him back, HE DOESN’T EVEN YELL AT HER!&amp;#160; I would be like UM HELLOOOOO you forgot about all of this when you said we were done?&amp;#160; It would hurt too much to take you back and I don’t want to get hurt again?&amp;#160; Bye bye?&amp;#160; But no of course, they get married and live happily ever after.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bah humbug.&amp;#160; I’m going to bed.&amp;#160; Goodnight.&amp;#160; NO WAIT ONE MORE THING….WHAT KIND OF MESSAGE DOES THIS SEND KIDS?&amp;#160; Be a romantic, never move on with your life, have faith that the person who very calmly tells you she’s done is actually just confused?&amp;#160; That’s so wrong!&amp;#160; Honestly I would much rather the movie have shown them moving on and getting married to other people.&amp;#160; Sure maybe they wouldn’t love that person as much as they loved each other but that’s life.&amp;#160; It’s a good thing I’m not a script writer huh?&amp;#160; Everyone would leave my movies like whoa I can’t believe it ended like that and then everyone would lose hope in the goodness of life.&amp;#160; Well you know what they say about hope?&amp;#160; It breeds eternal misery.&amp;#160; On that bright note I bid you adieu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:170e4b06-e959-446a-99d8-d31dc89bc423" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/relationships" rel="tag"&gt;relationships&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/love" rel="tag"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Break+Ke+Baad" rel="tag"&gt;Break Ke Baad&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Deepika+Padukone" rel="tag"&gt;Deepika Padukone&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Imran+Khan" rel="tag"&gt;Imran Khan&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/betrayal" rel="tag"&gt;betrayal&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Australia" rel="tag"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/faith" rel="tag"&gt;faith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:aaf5d797-847f-47e1-8c5a-9f613326ecb2" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/movie+review" rel="tag"&gt;movie review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-6577382152899355631?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/6577382152899355631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/break-ke-baad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6577382152899355631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6577382152899355631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/break-ke-baad.html' title='Break Ke Baad'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TSCiSw3vETI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rHc1kQmV76A/s72-c/break-ke-baad-wallpaper-08-10x7_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-7193341927735057951</id><published>2011-01-01T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:35:12.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonamakapoor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonam Kapoor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whore'/><title type='text'>Sonam Kapoor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9asQwMzmI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AQ_-TPSwPxo/s1600-h/Sonam-Kapoor-at-a-Breast-Cancer-Campaign-001%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Sonam-Kapoor-at-a-Breast-Cancer-Campaign-001" border="0" alt="Sonam-Kapoor-at-a-Breast-Cancer-Campaign-001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9as4lE9hI/AAAAAAAAAaA/PMlf6yJHays/Sonam-Kapoor-at-a-Breast-Cancer-Campaign-001_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="266" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One good thing I can say about this girl is that:&amp;#160; She is not a whore. What exactly is a whore?&amp;#160; A whore is someone who does one of the following:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;work as a prostitute &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;have unlawful sex with a whore &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;compromise oneself for money or other gains; &amp;quot;She whored herself to Hollywood&amp;quot; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At no point in her career be it on the silver screen or in her public appearances has Sonam Kapoor made herself out to be a whore.&amp;#160; She has to my knowledge never danced raunchily, worn indecent clothing or just in general come across as whorish.&amp;#160; In fact, this is the most indecent picture of her I could find: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9atm4cNoI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vqojVXtUYR4/s1600-h/sonam_kapoor_011%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="sonam_kapoor_011" border="0" alt="sonam_kapoor_011" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9at3XKngI/AAAAAAAAAaI/J8d6N4XRXFk/sonam_kapoor_011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She has not sold herself, danced at receptions for $ or marketed a product she doesn’t believe in (for the most part).&amp;#160; I’m actually all of a sudden very impressed with this girl and I never was before.&amp;#160; One does not know a lot about her personal life or her friends and that’s saying something for a Bollywood celebrity!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Watching the movie Aisha was when I realized that she was not a whore.&amp;#160; If it was anyone else in that movie (example: Priyanka Chopra), they would have showed a lot more skin, cleavage, legs… and I was impressed that Sonam didn’t.&amp;#160; Maybe it’s because Sonam’s family is well off and so she has never had to whore herself out whereas other girls have to do anything and everything to get their dream?&amp;#160; Maybe it’s because Sonam Kapoor is tall?&amp;#160; Maybe it’s because she likes fashion and so that translates into her being less hoochy than most Bollywood celebs?&amp;#160; I mean if you flip through any fashion magazine you would see that models usually aren’t arching their back to pop their booty and jut out their chests…they usually are bending their back forward as if they have a tummy ache.&amp;#160; High fashion (haute couture) isn’t really geared towards “looking hot” so naturally people who appreciate fashion such as Sonam, dress more to look chic than they do to look hot.&amp;#160; Sonam is the type of girl who dresses more for herself and other girls than she does for men.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whatever the case, I’m glad that there is finally one person that girls can look up to in the Bollywood industry, and I am a little bit surprised to say this girl is Sonam.&amp;#160; Thus far I am impressed with the way she has handled her career and I’m getting sick of the other girls in Bollywood.&amp;#160; I miss the Rani’s, Kajols and Preity’s!&amp;#160; I miss the love stories.&amp;#160; I miss girls and guys who didn’t look like models and who just looked like NORMAL people with an edge.&amp;#160; The “normal” people that they have now (a.k.a the Genalia D’Souza type) are too average for my liking as they have no standout feature.&amp;#160; Rani looked normal but she had nice eyes and a beautiful smile, Preity had amazing dimples and a fresh faced quality..it seems like the only girls in Bollywood now are models or girls like Genalia who are just so BLAH!&amp;#160; As for the guys, they’re not even worth mentioning.&amp;#160; The original Khans are still the best and that’s really sad because they’re all like what 40 now?&amp;#160; FRESH TALENT NEEDED!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;WAIT SIDE NOTE:&amp;#160; I think to enter this industry you have to have a certain amount of exposure in this day and age and I do not think girls who expose are worse than girls who don’t but basically I still think Sonam has handled herself well and it was worth a mention.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:9f585757-111f-4101-8c3b-7ed2e20e1220" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Sonam" rel="tag"&gt;Sonam&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Sonam+Kapoor" rel="tag"&gt;Sonam Kapoor&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/sonamakapoor" rel="tag"&gt;sonamakapoor&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Twitter" rel="tag"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Whore" rel="tag"&gt;Whore&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Sexuality" rel="tag"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Celebrities" rel="tag"&gt;Celebrities&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Bollywood" rel="tag"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Beauty" rel="tag"&gt;Beauty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-7193341927735057951?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/7193341927735057951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/sonam-kapoor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7193341927735057951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7193341927735057951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/sonam-kapoor.html' title='Sonam Kapoor'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9as4lE9hI/AAAAAAAAAaA/PMlf6yJHays/s72-c/Sonam-Kapoor-at-a-Breast-Cancer-Campaign-001_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-5889298075286923363</id><published>2011-01-01T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T07:35:22.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9Jn6AG9nI/AAAAAAAAAY8/V4x8kgAx5Ns/s1600-h/us1%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="us1" border="0" alt="us1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9JoWDWxyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7lJGEtK2Ibw/us1_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="312" height="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9Jo9k6iFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/VqR_Ke1JCNQ/s1600-h/us%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="us" border="0" alt="us" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9JpPChsSI/AAAAAAAAAZI/IhS0xa8AfDg/us_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="157" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9Jpu_jQ9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/6xEPssdDveI/s1600-h/DSCF5821asdfasdf%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF5821asdfasdf" border="0" alt="DSCF5821asdfasdf" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9Jp57iGfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qCKH5OxzyvI/DSCF5821asdfasdf_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="127" height="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9JqQwJ4eI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jAlLh_T191k/s1600-h/DSCF5113%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF5113" border="0" alt="DSCF5113" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9Jq6B4XTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GtyVMWg_pGc/DSCF5113_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9JrbVbPWI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8kf5NVTvEXE/s1600-h/DSCF5543%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF5543" border="0" alt="DSCF5543" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9JrzRa6-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/BcWZr2WJ8Kc/DSCF5543_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="142" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9JsQzjebI/AAAAAAAAAZk/d0Ek9PWlenQ/s1600-h/DSCF0123%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF0123" border="0" alt="DSCF0123" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9JsvJv1zI/AAAAAAAAAZo/3i0SOMOEMzQ/DSCF0123_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="89" height="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9JtEqwmsI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bL6KWpXCL1o/s1600-h/47shop%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="47shop" border="0" alt="47shop" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9JtW84xfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/KRDScVuQKwY/47shop_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="148" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9Jt9F0wyI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ApQXoegRpUo/s1600-h/Singapore%20002%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Singapore 002" border="0" alt="Singapore 002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9JuQLVRMI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/K0qvESTsYTE/Singapore%20002_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="178" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-5889298075286923363?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/5889298075286923363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/if-you-see-this-girl-can-you-tell-her.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5889298075286923363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5889298075286923363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/if-you-see-this-girl-can-you-tell-her.html' title='If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TR9JoWDWxyI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7lJGEtK2Ibw/s72-c/us1_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-6164114543696632115</id><published>2011-01-01T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T05:05:11.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizzes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandmother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>2 Random Quizzes I Found on the Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thought I’d take a couple of quizzes on the internet since it’s the new year.&amp;#160; You might find this boring but I write for me so I can’t really apologize to you.&amp;#160; Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Why not me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have no idea what this question is asking.&amp;#160; Why not me?… to do what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Am I nice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I am.&amp;#160; I’m not naturally as nice as some people because I’m kind of sarcastic but I’m not fake when I’m being nice to someone.. if I’m being nice to you I mean it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Am I doing what I really want to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Definitely not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;What am I grateful for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;What’s missing in my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love and freedom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Am I honest?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.&amp;#160; I’m honest in the sense that I don’t lie to people (other than parents…they don’t count all kids lie to parents eventually), but I’m not honest about how I feel and I don’t always tell everything about how I’m feeling to people (sounds funny coming from someone who blogs about everything and anything but there you go I’m a walking oxymoron).&amp;#160; I do what’s best for me, or I try to at all times so if it’s in my best interests to not tell you that I think you’re a horrible person, or the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me than I won’t.&amp;#160; If that’s lying then so be it.&amp;#160; There are a handful of people in this world who I will never lie to and tell too much to!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Do I listen to others?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not really.&amp;#160; I don’t listen to what other people think I should do or how I should behave, I do whatever I think is right, and I guess this is why I am always getting in trouble in my family lol.&amp;#160; It might technically be the “wrong” thing to do but if I will live without regretting it, even if it’s the “wrong” thing, then for me it was the right thing to do.&amp;#160; Does that make sense?&amp;#160; For example, if I was lactose intolerant maybe it wouldn’t be correct for me to have an entire bucket of ice cream, but I would rather eat the bucket of ice cream because I wanted to than wake up the next day wondering what flavour it was.&amp;#160; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Do I work hard?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9.&lt;strong&gt; Do I help others?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;What do I need to change about myself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 9.&amp;#160; I should dedicate more time to helping other people.&amp;#160; My family as well as other citizens of the Earth :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Have I hurt others?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&amp;#160; A lot…all the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Do I complain?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the time.&amp;#160; I’m ashamed to say I’m a whiny person haha but in certain situations I don’t complain.&amp;#160; I will always complain if I feel cold, otherwise I’d say I’m pretty easy going.&amp;#160; I don’t complain about food when I’m travelling or accommodations. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;What’s next for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;Being happy and having fun are the only two things on my list of things to do.&amp;#160; These are the only goals of my life, beyond this I have no idea and no plans.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;14.&lt;strong&gt; Do I have fun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How funny that this was the next question.&amp;#160; Yes!&amp;#160; As depressing as I can get sometimes I always have fun every single day.&amp;#160; (As long as I have a book or a good laugh life is pretty awesome so I’m pretty easy to please…at the present time I’d like to thank my bff’s Youtube and Kobo).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Have I seized opportunities?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I am not prepared for the opportunities that arise and that’s horrible because luck is 90 percent preparation and 10 percent chance! However, what I have the capability to do, I do seize..yes.&amp;#160; Example: I once went downtown with my sister and friend to meet someone in the afternoon and suddenly an opportunity arose to be a part of something.&amp;#160; I said yes no questions asked… I stayed up all night in downtown Vancouver outside in the cold , rainy weather without an umbrella or proper clothes, alone and not knowing a single person there or how I was going to get home and went to work the next morning at 7am straight just so I could take part.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Do I care about others?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Do I spend enough time with my family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can never spend enough time with your family.&amp;#160; Never.&amp;#160; Everyone will realize this at one point or another.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Am I open-minded?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Have I seen enough of the world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Same as #17, you can never see enough of the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Do I judge others?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I love this question.&amp;#160; I never judge other people I firmly believe their choices and decisions are between them and God.&amp;#160; Unless they are a murderer or other such condemned individual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Do I take risks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;What is my purpose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To make other people smile?&amp;#160; To hopefully raise good children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;What is my biggest fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;How can I conquer that fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think you can’t.&amp;#160; If anyone knows how to please let me know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Do I thank people enough?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blah blah blahhhh I’m getting bored and so are you I’m sure… lets skip this one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Am I successful? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;What am I ashamed of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won’t tell it’s personal and it involves someone else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Do I annoy others?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask my sisters and my best friends haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;What are my dreams?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To do what I like to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Am I positive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’M SKIPPING QUESTIONS I DON’T LIKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;Does everything happen for a reason?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, always.&amp;#160; I believe in fate and destiny and there is always something to be learnt from things that happen in this world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;What can I do to change the world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be the best me that I can be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;Do I care what others think about me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not enough to stop being myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;What was the toughest time in my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It started on November 15th 2009 and hasn’t ended yet.&amp;#160; I’ll let you know when it does…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;51. &lt;strong&gt;What was the easiest time in my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It started on Feb 26th or 27th 2007.&amp;#160; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;What was the craziest thing I did?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;54. &lt;strong&gt;What is the craziest thing I want to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall in love again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;55. &lt;strong&gt;Do I procrastinate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ll answer this question laterrrrr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;56. &lt;strong&gt;What is my greatest regret?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not calling to speak to my grandparents enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;What has had the greatest impact on my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;58. &lt;strong&gt;Who has had the greatest impact on my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mother and her mother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;59. &lt;strong&gt;Do I stand up for myself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;Do I hold grudges?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;Do I listen to my heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too much!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;66. &lt;strong&gt;Do I constantly dwell on the past?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you live in the past isn’t it the present?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;67. &lt;strong&gt;Do I let other people’s negativity affect me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&amp;#160; I care too much about people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;68. &lt;strong&gt;Do I forgive myself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;When I help someone do I think “What’s in it for me”?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can thankfully say that thought &lt;font color="#00ffff"&gt;never&lt;/font&gt; crosses my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;70. &lt;strong&gt;Am I aware that someone always has it worse than me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, unfortunately I’m kind of a morbid person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;OK THAT WAS SO NOT A FUN QUIZ.&amp;#160; HOPEFULLY THIS NEXT ONE IS FUNNER.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;************SECOND QUIZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet?&lt;strong&gt; – NO ONLY BECAUSE THAT WOULD PROBABLY HURT HER FAMILY AND THAT WOULDN’T BE VERY NICE OF ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How do you flush the toilet in public?&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160; WITH MY FOOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160; YES ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you have a crush on someone?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;YES, BEN AFFLECK FROM THE TOWN.&amp;#160; UNFORTUNATELY THERE IS NO OTHER CRUSH WORTHY DUDE IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW.&amp;#160; MUST RECTIFY THIS IMMEDIATELY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Name one thing you worry about running out of. &lt;strong&gt;EYELASHES AND HAIR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What famous person do you (or other people) think you resemble? &lt;strong&gt;I’VE ACTUALLY GOTTEN LAUREN CONRAD FROM ENOUGH RANDOM PEOPLE TO OFFICIALLY SAY ITS HER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What is your favorite pizza topping? &lt;strong&gt;PEPPERONI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you crack your knuckles? &lt;strong&gt;NO IT GIVES YOU ARTHRITIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What song do you hate the most?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;99 BOTTLES OF BEER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Did just mentioning that song make it get stuck in your head?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE SO MEAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What are your super powers?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;I CAN READ PEOPLE’S MINDS AND I CAN MOVE MY PINKY TOE ON TOP OF MY OTHER TOE WITHOUT USING MY HANDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peppermint or spearmint?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;SPEARMINT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Where are your car keys?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;WHERE IS MY CAR IS THE BETTER QUESTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whose answers to this questionnaire do you want to hear?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;YOURS!&amp;#160; FEEL FREE TO COPY PASTE AND WRITE IN MY COMMENT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What's your most annoying habit?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;CALLING PEOPLE OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN IF THEY DON’T PICK UP AND I THINK THEY’RE ASLEEP OR LOST OR IGNORING ME.&amp;#160; HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Where did you last go on vacation?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;LONG BEACH CALIFORNIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What is your best physical feature?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;MY BIG…CHEEKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What CD is closest to you right now?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;IT’S ACTUALLY A DVD OF THE MOVIE “BREAK KE BAAD” WHICH I SHALL BE WATCHING AFTER THIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What 3 things can always be found in your refrigerator?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;MILK, EGGS AND BEER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What superstition do you believe/practice?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;NOT WHISTLING AT NIGHT.&amp;#160; BUT THEN AGAIN I DON’T REALLY KNOW HOW TO WHISTLE SO IT’S KIND OF AN EASY ONE TO FOLLOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What color are your bed sheets?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;BLACK AND WHITE PRINT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Would you rather be a fish or a bird?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;A BIRD BECAUSE I CAN STILL BE PART OF THIS WORLD.&amp;#160; BEING A FISH WOULD BE COOL BUT REALLY SCARY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you talk on your cell phone when you drive?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;HANDS FREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What are your favorite sayings?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;WHERE THERE’S A WILL THERE’S A WAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What song(s) do you sing most often in the shower?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;I CAN’T SING AND WON’T TRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you could go back or forward in time,where would you go?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;TO MARCH OR APRIL 2007 AND TO DEC 2000.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you could kiss anyone who would it be?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;IF GOD ASKED ME THIS QUESTION I WOULD SAY: “THE LOVE OF MY LIFE” AND WAIT ANXIOUSLY TO SEE WHO POPS UP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What do you do when no one is watching?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If they made a movie about your life, what actor/actress would be you?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;PREITY ZINTA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Would you rather die in a blaze of glory or peacefully in your sleep?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;I WOULD RATHER DIE IN MY SLEEP BUT BEING A SIKH I WOULD BE HONOURED TO DIE FIGHTING FOR WHAT I BELIEVE IN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Coffee or Tea&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;GREEN TEA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have you ever been in love?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you talk to yourself?&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;I THINK RIGHT NOW COUNTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:debe9171-6f19-4cd0-a644-7b5b3a75d03d" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/quiz" rel="tag"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Priety+Zinta" rel="tag"&gt;Priety Zinta&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Lauren+Conrad" rel="tag"&gt;Lauren Conrad&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Love" rel="tag"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/personality" rel="tag"&gt;personality&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/new+year" rel="tag"&gt;new year&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/kiss" rel="tag"&gt;kiss&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/death" rel="tag"&gt;death&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/regret" rel="tag"&gt;regret&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/questions" rel="tag"&gt;questions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-6164114543696632115?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/6164114543696632115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/2-random-quizzes-i-found-on-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6164114543696632115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6164114543696632115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2011/01/2-random-quizzes-i-found-on-internet.html' title='2 Random Quizzes I Found on the Internet'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-704742436506371904</id><published>2010-12-06T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T01:57:02.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Love</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Singapore at the moment and will be here for some time... just wanted to let my lovely anonymous readers know in case they missed me or wondered why I haven't posted!  I hope you have!  I do tend to post erratically as I'm sure you've gathered from the archive because I guess at times when I have too much on my mind I find it hard to write publicly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I watched Eat, Pray, Love on the plane and I went into it thinking I was going to hate the movie and was just planning on watching it because the book has such a fan following.  I loved the movie!  I shall post more on it when I get the chance but for now... it's time to be with my family here in Singapore (read: eat... is it wrong that I'm in Singapore and all I want to eat right now is Mcdonalds?! lol omg I'm addicted).  See you all later... eat, pray and love everyone :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-704742436506371904?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/704742436506371904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/12/eat-pray-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/704742436506371904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/704742436506371904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/12/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat, Pray, Love'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-2549234595611896988</id><published>2010-11-29T00:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:55:08.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Why Do I Write?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TPNqWcjO8-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/zsQANhjmUN4/s1600-h/DearDiary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DearDiary" border="0" alt="DearDiary" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TPNqXQX1I3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/_7zUC6AZkvQ/DearDiary_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="179" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TPNqZm4I7TI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zFljQc58tu0/s1600-h/alfredeisenstaedtmarilynmonroewritin%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="alfred-eisenstaedt-marilyn-monroe-writing-at-home1" border="0" alt="alfred-eisenstaedt-marilyn-monroe-writing-at-home1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TPNqaTOk8mI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gSkXx5IBKL0/alfredeisenstaedtmarilynmonroewritin%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s been almost 2 years since my &lt;a href="http://www.queensharin.com/2009/01/overflowing.html" target="_blank"&gt;First Blog Post&lt;/a&gt; and I just thought I’d recap on why I write.&amp;#160; I write because I have to.&amp;#160; It’s a necessity for me, I am constantly writing no matter where I go, whether it’s tweeting/updating my status/writing blog topics and memo’s to myself on my phone, or while I’m at work writing in my notebook there about my thought processes, or at home on my blog or one of my personal diaries - - I have to write.&amp;#160; It makes me a little crazy though I must admit because when you think in your head your thoughts process so fast that you don’t even see it, it’s like boom boom boom.&amp;#160; However, when you write, you see your thought process flow out before you and when you see how your mind goes from one thing to another, and when you analyze yourself that much, you wander a little from the sane group.&amp;#160; It also makes me a little crazy because there’s so much of me that I have to use different diaries to cover different things or I’ll lose my mind.&amp;#160; One diary has my deepest darkest thoughts and feelings, one diary is more for fun so that I can exercise my mind and play with words, one is for brainstorming…etc etc.&amp;#160; Why can’t I have it all in one?…&amp;#160; It’s because I need to purge myself, I need to quickly rip out my dark side and then shut that book so I can focus on something else for a bit.&amp;#160; Imagine if I just had my blog as my one sole diary, imagine how traumatized yall would be reading it!?&amp;#160; Lol I’m doing yall a favour trust me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I write for myself… I write to chronicle my life and so that when I look back one month, one year or one decade from now I can see who I was at that point of time.&amp;#160; Twitter for me is more a diary than anything else and same with Facebook statuses.&amp;#160; Yes I write to engage in conversation with the world but I’d say mainly its for me to look back on and see where I was and where I’ve come.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A diary entry of mine might simply be a list of songs on my playlist, or a header saying “Cozy” with a list of things that make me feel cosy and eventually it forms into a psychoanalysis of myself.&amp;#160; So as I said though, I do write for myself, these blog posts - -I love that people can read them, that even one person may have smiled at a post of mine or felt any kind of emotion at something that I wrote; it’s an amazing feeling and it’s a reason why I share my posts to the world, but I also feel exposed.&amp;#160; I feel exposed because my posts are ME, they’re not generic posts on fashion or Bollywood or technology like most blogs are, they’re posts about ME and my thoughts and beliefs.&amp;#160; I feel like people who read this blog in its entirety will walk away knowing a fair slice of me (not a whole lot mind you but a good glimpse) and it’s scary to open yourself to judgement in that way.&amp;#160; I am glad that I didn’t center my blog around a certain theme though this is my blog and I write about anything and everything I want…why restrict myself?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-2549234595611896988?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/2549234595611896988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/11/why-do-i-write.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2549234595611896988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2549234595611896988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/11/why-do-i-write.html' title='Why Do I Write?'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TPNqXQX1I3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/_7zUC6AZkvQ/s72-c/DearDiary_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-2407266949702766491</id><published>2010-11-28T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:28:12.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayal'/><title type='text'>Ho ho ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living well is the best revenge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The funny thing is I actually shed tears over the loss of our friendship, over the pain of your betrayal.&amp;#160; What’s that you say?&amp;#160; You say I’m a fool?&amp;#160; No ho, I’m just a decent person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:30a264e9-05cf-4c0f-89df-d065e25b20c7" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/ho" rel="tag"&gt;ho&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/decent" rel="tag"&gt;decent&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/betrayal" rel="tag"&gt;betrayal&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/revenge" rel="tag"&gt;revenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-2407266949702766491?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/2407266949702766491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/11/ho-ho-ho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2407266949702766491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2407266949702766491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/11/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho ho ho'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-8350687892603744629</id><published>2010-11-20T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:13:41.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eva Longoria &amp; Tony Parker ---- OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The only people who should really sin are the people who can sin and grin”&lt;/em&gt; – Ogden Nash&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkASDj5cI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EEIkspyzb24/s1600-h/article12901856978770C1AB579000005DC%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="article-1290185697877-0C1AB579000005DC-728894_636x654" border="0" alt="article-1290185697877-0C1AB579000005DC-728894_636x654" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkA6lbUII/AAAAAAAAAXA/-1dMPOf5TeY/article12901856978770C1AB579000005DC.jpg?imgmax=800" width="291" height="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is probably not how you expected this to open but: Remember how everyone used to go gaga for Jessica Alba?&amp;#160; I was never that into her…sure Jessica was hot but she was always so BLAND at the same time.&amp;#160; What’s her personality?&amp;#160; Can she crack a joke?&amp;#160; Have I ever seen her make an ugly face and still look pretty?&amp;#160; Jessica Alba is vanilla.&amp;#160; Kim Kardashian is HOT HOT HOT yeah (body wise) but that’s pretty much all she is… the ENTIRE PACKAGE WINNING HOTTEST CHICK AWARD has always gone to Eva Longoria Parker.&amp;#160; That little lady is 5ft 2 inches of straight dynamite.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkBmvMgoI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IxCai61Ad9Y/s1600-h/longoria_kardashian4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="longoria_kardashian" border="0" alt="longoria_kardashian" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkDM0303I/AAAAAAAAAXI/dQAom5no46s/longoria_kardashian_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="444" height="581" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kim has always been hot, no question but Eva is hot AND CUTE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkDqLfULI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Sig1EMROOyE/s1600-h/evatonyallwet3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="eva-tony-all-wet" border="0" alt="eva-tony-all-wet" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkEV68CRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cVu8S9Xdauk/evatonyallwet_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="333" height="463" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BAM.&amp;#160; Dynamite.&amp;#160; Need I say more?&amp;#160; Ok so her hotness.. undeniable.&amp;#160; Now the big question on everyone’s lips is: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why would any guy cheat (cheat= emotionally for sure/physically maybe whatever) on someone like…this: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkEy2RylI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GdN0NohgC_Q/s1600-h/EvaLongoriaCrystalCollection3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Eva Longoria (Crystal Collection)" border="0" alt="Eva Longoria (Crystal Collection)" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkFResgBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/o17BbDmLSYQ/EvaLongoriaCrystalCollection_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="229" height="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkF_59eKI/AAAAAAAAAXc/y1xyqD-hoAs/s1600-h/evalongoria3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="eva-longoria" border="0" alt="eva-longoria" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkG97D2WI/AAAAAAAAAXg/7NQXHNuhHL0/evalongoria_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="331" height="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkHQiftMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/do8ds3skHow/s1600-h/evalongoria_net_maximgermany2006oct0%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="eva-longoria_net_maxim-germany2006oct-05" border="0" alt="eva-longoria_net_maxim-germany2006oct-05" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkH7f-bUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/q_6rhsaU_uA/evalongoria_net_maximgermany2006oct0%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="304" height="394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkIQHneQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/r7HLB9KTv28/s1600-h/evalongoriaworksouttokeepherbackside%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="eva-longoria-works-out-to-keep-her-backside-toned" border="0" alt="eva-longoria-works-out-to-keep-her-backside-toned" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkJJZZICI/AAAAAAAAAX0/W-o2n48T1cA/evalongoriaworksouttokeepherbackside.jpg?imgmax=800" width="310" height="407" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;For THIS!?!?……………&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkKS21-iI/AAAAAAAAAX4/j-t71zji9J4/s1600-h/Erin_Barry%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Erin_Barry" border="0" alt="Erin_Barry" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkK6YOtGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/9j3GeYs0QSM/Erin_Barry_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="226" height="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; ?????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; It’s because THIS&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkLssZF4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Ny90gKdvhRo/s1600-h/erin-barry-4%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="erin-barry-4" border="0" alt="erin-barry-4" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOhkMILRkVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/XccARqOJv5I/erin-barry-4_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" height="361" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was not Tony’s wife.&amp;#160; Simple as that.&amp;#160; If Tony had married Erin Barry (she’s pretty fine too), he would have cheated on her with someone like Eva.. (if Eva was a lady of easy virtue).&amp;#160; It’s sad yeah for sure, but I find it so funny that people are like “wow Tony is such an idiot because Eva is so hot”.&amp;#160; Come on people, it doesn’t matter if Eva is hot, or if Eva has the best personality ever, or if Eva is a freaking goddess from heaven.&amp;#160; Forbidden fruit is always more alluring.&amp;#160; I think it has everything to do with his own timing and his own personal growth.&amp;#160; I don’t believe that it has anything to do with love or that if he truly loved Eva he wouldn’t have done it and that they weren’t meant to be.&amp;#160; Timing is everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m starting to think that it’s not natural for humans to be monogamous.&amp;#160; In some way or another, whether it be through sexting or just plain sexing; I just don’t believe humans are monogamous by nature. Maybe some of you always knew this but I honestly believed that we were, that one man and one woman could be faithful to each other.&amp;#160; My mindset has completely changed.&amp;#160; That’s not to say that there aren’t relationships out there that have been and will continue to be monogamous for life (who are you and tell me your story!); all I’m saying is that it just might not be in our natural instincts and is a struggle.&amp;#160; Sexual monogamy is having one sexual partner for life, forever!&amp;#160; For example, a goose will not mate with anyone else, even if their partner dies.&amp;#160; That is just not natural for humans!&amp;#160; You and I both know that.&amp;#160; Just because I’m saying this does not mean that I DON’T want a monogamous relationship.&amp;#160; I DO!&amp;#160; I wouldn’t be able to live with someone who had 100’s of text msgs sent to another woman while lying to me and not texting me, emotionally cheating on me with someone else, or having intercourse with another woman.&amp;#160; Yea… couldn’t live with that.&amp;#160; Team Eva.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why do people cheat?&amp;#160; It’s all economics.&amp;#160; Costs… benefits… A male would rather look at your boobs and be caught checking them out than NOT looking and NOT seeing anything!&amp;#160; I don’t believe that humans honestly think of the costs.&amp;#160; Was it worth it?&amp;#160; Was it really worth it…throwing away 3 years of marriage?&amp;#160; Jesse James cheated on Sandra Bullock… he cried on tv, said he was sorry and then moved on with his life.&amp;#160; Tiger… moved on.&amp;#160; Tony… will move on.&amp;#160; I just don’t think guys really care.&amp;#160; 100% Tony isn’t sitting there regretting that he carried on the affair… he’s sitting there thinking “Why the eff didn’t I delete those messages!?” haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maybe Eva and Tony weren’t meant to be and it was fate, and maybe they will be happier forever with other people and they’ll look back ten years later and be grateful that this happened because now they’ve found their “true love”… or maybe it has nothing to do with other people and everything to do with their own selves and their own personal growth and their own timing.&amp;#160; Maybe people would be happier if they weren’t told how their lives were supposed to be: married to someone of the opposite sex, have children, live together forever, white picket fence, etc etc.&amp;#160; One thing is certain though, tradition survives for a reason and hopefully one day I’ll find out why and I can come on this blog and say hey…marriage is awesome and here is why you should get married.&amp;#160; Omg that is SUCH A SCARY THOUGHT.&amp;#160; I’m going now.. bye!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:eb22b637-b14d-4a82-a9be-d0065c21844b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Eva" rel="tag"&gt;Eva&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Eva+Longoria+Parker" rel="tag"&gt;Eva Longoria Parker&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Eva+Longoria" rel="tag"&gt;Eva Longoria&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Tony+Parker" rel="tag"&gt;Tony Parker&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/basketball" rel="tag"&gt;basketball&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/NBA" rel="tag"&gt;NBA&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/husbands" rel="tag"&gt;husbands&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/wives" rel="tag"&gt;wives&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/divorce" rel="tag"&gt;divorce&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/marriage" rel="tag"&gt;marriage&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/monogamous+relationships" rel="tag"&gt;monogamous relationships&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/monogamy" rel="tag"&gt;monogamy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/polygamy" rel="tag"&gt;polygamy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Jesse+James" rel="tag"&gt;Jesse James&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Sandra+Bullock" rel="tag"&gt;Sandra Bullock&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Tiger+Woods" rel="tag"&gt;Tiger Woods&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Erin+Barry" rel="tag"&gt;Erin Barry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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I’m drained.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-8877779764633506158?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/8877779764633506158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/10/previous-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/8877779764633506158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/8877779764633506158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/10/previous-post.html' title='Previous post'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-8335992534556457204</id><published>2010-10-31T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:33:55.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TM5RP48CANI/AAAAAAAAAW0/V629P1lAZEU/s1600-h/angry%2Bface%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="angry face" border="0" alt="angry face" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TM5RQXTYJfI/AAAAAAAAAW4/u77qWdLfzDE/angry%2Bface_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="315" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;I can’t stand…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hypocrites and liars.&amp;#160; Those are my two least fav types of people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who double dip, it grosses me out!&amp;#160; It’s so rude and disgusting and I feel like puking.&amp;#160; I’m sorry but I don’t want your slimy little germs on my tasty little taste buds.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When people say: “You’re so pretty, wow you don’t even look Indian”.. I mean what am I supposed to say in response?&amp;#160; Thank you?????&amp;#160; Is that supposed to be a freaking compliment that I don’t look like my race?? Cause my race is so freaking ugly?&amp;#160; Screw you!&amp;#160; I look Indian, this is what Indian people look like and I’m proud to look Indian!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I get so irritated when people ask me how much the product is plus tax.&amp;#160; You see the price tag, you know how much our government’s tax percentage is, why the eff are you asking me?&amp;#160; Do I look like a calculator?&amp;#160; OR like someone who's good at math?&amp;#160; No and no.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Girls who scream when they see each other.&amp;#160; Or girls who swear a lot.&amp;#160; I can’t stand girls who sit on their boyfriend’s lap on the Skytrain unless they’re in a big group of friends..for some reason then it’s fine.&amp;#160; Girls who post stupid comments on boys walls just to show everyone that they hung out/are super tight (ex: “your bed is so comfy!”).&amp;#160; Please, save such comments for text msgs not facebook walls.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can’t stand Priyanka Chopra she is so hot but so irritatingly focused on being/looking hot it annoys me.&amp;#160; Watching her movies is like watching a Nivea ad.&amp;#160; Can’t stand Katrina Kaif either now that I think about it but at least she looks cute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who say on the phone “I’ll let you get back to what you were doing”… if YOU want to go, then GO!&amp;#160; If I want to go, I’ll say so!&amp;#160; Don’t “Let” me do anything, I’ll do whatever I want!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Racist people.&amp;#160; Racist jokes.&amp;#160; Sexist people.&amp;#160; Sexist jokes.&amp;#160; I don’t find them funny!&amp;#160; Also while we’re on the topic, don’t say the N word!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who assume that just because you live at home you have things easy/have no bills etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who constantly ask me why I have my name/watermark on my pictures.&amp;#160; For the record, it’s because I’m cool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who assume they know everything about me.&amp;#160; You know diddly squat buddy ol pal! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who comment on my clothes and say things like “Wow you must have so much time in the morning”, um no actually it doesn’t take me long to look this good ;)&amp;#160; (not like I’m even this crazy dresser anyways?&amp;#160; I usually rock jeans and a t shirt) On that note, I hate passive aggressive people!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who state the obvious: “You’re not wearing makeup today!”.. “Your ears are so big!”… etc etc.&amp;#160; Sniff, I’m just sensitive about my ears ok leave them alone they work perfectly fine until they have to hear your annoying voice screech.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Illiterate people.&amp;#160; Go read a book!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Judgemental people.&amp;#160; Example:&amp;#160; “OMG look at that slut over there look at what she’s wearing”… whoa whoa whoa hold your horses! Just because she dresses like a ho... doesn’t mean she’s a ho???&amp;#160; She just likes to look like one (lol jk).&amp;#160; Don’t call girls sluts!&amp;#160; Go watch a hindi movie…girls are goddesses and you’re just jealous she can rock it and you can’t, and that you care what people think and she doesn’t!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happily married couples.&amp;#160; I’m jealous of you :( &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who constantly drop names and dollars into their conversations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People who talk about money.. it freaks me out.&amp;#160; I don’t want to know how much your house costs, how much you can sell it for, how much your jacket costs, how much dinner was… I just don’t think it’s tasteful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok that’s all for now.. Part Two some other time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:27eb9efc-13ea-45b6-bc6f-90e0bc00d75b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/rant" rel="tag"&gt;rant&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/angry" rel="tag"&gt;angry&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/pet+peeves" rel="tag"&gt;pet peeves&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/hate" rel="tag"&gt;hate&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/jealous" rel="tag"&gt;jealous&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/jealousy" rel="tag"&gt;jealousy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/girls" rel="tag"&gt;girls&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/money" rel="tag"&gt;money&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/sluts" rel="tag"&gt;sluts&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/judgemental" rel="tag"&gt;judgemental&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/irritate" rel="tag"&gt;irritate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-8335992534556457204?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/8335992534556457204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/10/rant.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/8335992534556457204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/8335992534556457204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/10/rant.html' title='RANT'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TM5RQXTYJfI/AAAAAAAAAW4/u77qWdLfzDE/s72-c/angry%2Bface_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-6409989415570375335</id><published>2010-10-19T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:47:09.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Room drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is what’s been going on: my parents and I have been in a major stalemate since before the summer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes I know, it’s disgusting, yes I know I should clean it but I swear ITS NOT MY FAULT.&amp;#160; Ok it is but I don’t know WHERE TO START.&amp;#160; Debbie Travis can you help me PLEASE?&amp;#160; So.. basically… I cleaned my room in the summer!&amp;#160; It was beautiful I swear!&amp;#160; I was finally going to paint it white and stain my furniture black and put Marilyn Monroe pictures everywhere and have this whole old Hollywood theme going on…until my dresser broke.&amp;#160; And then my CLOSET broke.&amp;#160; My accessories ended up going on the floor, my clothes ended up beside my bed on their hangers and then I just gave up and every time I put something on or took it off I just chucked it.&amp;#160; I mean what was the point my room is broken where would I put anything anyways?&amp;#160; K so then my parents started yelling at me like crazy and I’ve just been super duper busy with life in general and when I finally have some free time I want to chill not clean my room.&amp;#160; All I heard all summer was: “find a dresser, buy a dresser, you need furniture, pick one and we’ll get it for you”.&amp;#160; I didn’t have TIME TO FIND A DRESSER OR FURNITURE AND BESIDES.. FURNITURE SHOPPING IS THE. MOST. BORING. AND. BIGGEST. WASTE. OF. TIME. EVER.&amp;#160; Plus I didn’t WANT new furniture I wanted old furniture that I could mess around with.&amp;#160; Stalemate.&amp;#160; Then I told them fine, you buy whatever you want, I don’t care anymore I don’t want to see it or think about it I’m sick of being yelled at.&amp;#160; I thought I dusted my hands off the whole thing.&amp;#160; NOW WEEKS later my parents have finally ordered furniture and it’s coming tomorrow!&amp;#160; And they want me to clean my room BEFORE it comes so that there is space for my furniture.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meaning.. all the stuff I’ve been chucking everywhere has to be put back on hangers and washed and etc etc etc.&amp;#160; I have to clean my room.&amp;#160; I’m going to cry.. I don’t know where to start!&amp;#160; I can’t yell at my parents anymore saying “well you still haven’t bought me a dresser obviously my room is going to be a mess” because they’ve BOUGHT ME THE DRESSER.&amp;#160; No more excuses.&amp;#160; The war ends today!&amp;#160; What colour was my carpet again?? :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:6dae46b4-82a4-4ab7-97df-7ea4fd80c5c6" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Room" rel="tag"&gt;Room&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Parents" rel="tag"&gt;Parents&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/interior" rel="tag"&gt;interior&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/teens" rel="tag"&gt;teens&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/argument" rel="tag"&gt;argument&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/clean" rel="tag"&gt;clean&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/messy" rel="tag"&gt;messy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/furniture" rel="tag"&gt;furniture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-6409989415570375335?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/6409989415570375335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/10/room-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6409989415570375335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6409989415570375335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/10/room-drama.html' title='Room drama'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-5524342548860977877</id><published>2010-10-03T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:07:39.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outsourced'/><title type='text'>Outsourced</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TKgwYukRvoI/AAAAAAAAAWk/wbMe6q9f5zU/s1600-h/outsourced_nbc_tv_show_logo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="outsourced_nbc_tv_show_logo" border="0" alt="outsourced_nbc_tv_show_logo" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TKgwY3m2a0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/rX1H-V-Bnlo/outsourced_nbc_tv_show_logo_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="470" height="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I decided to catch the pilot episode of NBC’s latest show, “Outsourced”.&amp;#160; I had heard a lot about this show and was hoping to watch a show that wasn’t some random American’s interpretation of everything India was, but I was wrong.&amp;#160; It was.&amp;#160; Do American’s honestly believe that this is how India is?&amp;#160; That they know nothing about American culture?&amp;#160; Do American’s think that all Indians sound like Apu from the Simpsons?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was so frustrating to watch this show.&amp;#160; Yes our food is spicy, yes a lot of India follows the caste system although it was legally outlawed, yes there are such things as arranged marriages and cows are allowed to roam the streets.. get over it!&amp;#160; Why does it have to be this huge “OMG” moment that HAS to be commented on?&amp;#160; Why couldn’t the writers for this show just have a cow in the background for authenticity rather than making it a “moment” on the show that they have to exclaim over?&amp;#160; I mean at the very least get the Indian accents right!&amp;#160; The actors themselves can’t seem to finalize their character’s accents!&amp;#160; Some start off with pronouncing their R’s as if they were born in England and then midway through their sentence they say a hard R as if they’re Apu again.&amp;#160; Clearly nobody actually studied an accent from someone who went to a British convent school in India, or just any middle class Indian families’ accent, nor did they seem to do any research at all other than maybe watching a few movies like &lt;em&gt;American Desi &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;Where’s the Party Yaar?&lt;/em&gt; Honestly, I could have written the script for this episode in gr.7.&amp;#160; It was that bad.&amp;#160; I’m just so sick of the stereotypes; the goofy/cute American, the silent ,angry Sikh… ok I’m watching episode 2 right now I really, really cannot stand their accents.&amp;#160; They can’t keep them straight?!&amp;#160; What kind of actors are these?&amp;#160; I bet by the third episode they’re all going to speak in a pure American accent.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In short there are two good things about this show, one being thatt I get to see “my people” on tv and the other is the BOLLYWOOD SOUNDTRACK BABYYYY.&amp;#160; I hope this show turns it around in the next couple of episodes because I do want to see it survive it just needs more meat.&amp;#160; No pun intended.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:99bc631c-6627-472d-9d98-423e15788ac4" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Outsourced" rel="tag"&gt;Outsourced&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/NBC" rel="tag"&gt;NBC&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/pilot" rel="tag"&gt;pilot&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/tv+summary" rel="tag"&gt;tv summary&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/stereotypes" rel="tag"&gt;stereotypes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-5524342548860977877?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/5524342548860977877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/10/outsourced.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5524342548860977877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5524342548860977877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/10/outsourced.html' title='Outsourced'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TKgwY3m2a0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/rX1H-V-Bnlo/s72-c/outsourced_nbc_tv_show_logo_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-5612102910821710669</id><published>2010-08-15T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:21:50.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love The Way You Lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domestic violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eminem'/><title type='text'>Love The Way You Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:022b579a-ba97-46ca-a79f-fa80027221c4" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="1001beb0-8867-43ba-b3e2-7944504286ab" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TGocaaxJQYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NIAGhyvjeHg/video785cc105f1fb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('1001beb0-8867-43ba-b3e2-7944504286ab'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Like every other girl out there, I’m a little obsessed with this song.&amp;#160; However, I have no clue why other girls are so in love with it.&amp;#160; Do they relate to it?&amp;#160; Do they just like the beat?&amp;#160; Do they like to picture themselves as the tragic heroine?&amp;#160; I like this song, I relate to it, but I think it popularizes domestic violence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I first heard this song on the Hills and thought it had a good beat.&amp;#160; I liked Rihanna’s part a lot initially but the more I listen to it the more I feel that Eminem definitely steals the show, plus it has enough swearing in it to soothe my anger problems while I’m driving and the song is on blast with the wind blowing in my hair.&amp;#160; Mucho enjoyment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The phrase Rihanna sings haunted me... love the way you lie..&amp;#160; How can you love the way someone lies?&amp;#160; Then it hit me, it’s completely true.&amp;#160; It might sound weird but essentially, people lie because they care about you and because they don’t want to hurt you!&amp;#160; Does the truth really benefit you?&amp;#160; It might, it might not.&amp;#160; Knowing the truth sometimes doesn’t give you any more power than just accepting circumstances without knowing the reasons behind it and being able to continue regardless.&amp;#160; Does it matter how Tutankhamen died?&amp;#160; In the end, he’s dead and that’s all there really is to it.&amp;#160; (Ok, that was kind of random but you know what I mean!).&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Sometimes things happen and you just have to deal with it.&amp;#160; Maybe one day you will find out the truth, but more often than not I feel that sometimes the truth is better left unknown.&amp;#160; People who lie to you are lying because they are not strong enough to speak the truth, but in the end, they do not wish to hurt you.&amp;#160; People who are being lied to often sense that they’re being lied to deep down but because they’re afraid to face the truth, they eat the lies. Being lied to is like hoping; you hope that what they say is true or could be and that’s why people love it when they are lied to, deep down.&amp;#160; Most people love to live a lie and deny the truth.&amp;#160; Hey, I’m not saying those are healthy people or relationships by any means but as long as people are happy, that’s all that really matters.&amp;#160; So, lets just say, I get what Rihanna means when she says “I love the way you lie”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What I HATE about this song however, is that I feel that it glamorizes and popularizes domestic violence, rather than just bringing awareness to this serious issue.&amp;#160; I feel that little kids who watch Megan Fox and whoever that dude is (?) thrash it out will get the impression that this is a normal thing for grownups to do in grownup relationships.&amp;#160; It actually even looks SEXY and if I were a kid I’d probably expect it to happen to me at least once in my life in the future.&amp;#160; Contrasted to when I was growing up; I never expected anything like what happens in this music video to happen to me.&amp;#160; The only time I heard about domestic violence or people hitting each other was when I saw it happen in families with lower social and economic status on tv.&amp;#160; You knew it wasn’t something that would happen to YOU PERSONALLY!&amp;#160; I feel like people will look at this song and when violence happens to them, they will think that it’s normal, that it happens to normal people and they will sit there and accept it.&amp;#160; That is the problem.&amp;#160; This is not normal, you should not accept it, you should be shocked and horrified if this ever happened to you, and you should seek help.&amp;#160; It’s scary, and it’s serious.&amp;#160; What if on every show on tv there was domestic violence between the couples on the show?&amp;#160; What if Doug hit Carrie on the King of Queens every time she pissed him off, or the other way around… what if Ross and Rachel were always shown hitting each other and then kissing passionately on Friends?&amp;#160; Do you not think that this would become more of a norm for people?&amp;#160; Do you feel that more physical abuse would seep into relationships?&amp;#160; Or do you think that you would never do that, never hit a girl, never hit your man?&amp;#160; There is no grey area, you can’t say “hey I just threw something at her/him, I didn’t actually hit her/him”, if it is an act of violence, it is wrong.&amp;#160; All I’m saying is, that when a song like this with popular artists and glamorous a-list movie stars in the music video depict abuse, they don’t bring awareness to this social issue, they simply glamorize it and make it more of a cultural norm, and I am against that.&amp;#160; It was such a huge deal when MTV showed the teaser of Snooki getting punched on Jersey Shore (although they didn’t air it in the episode) because of this EXACT REASON.&amp;#160; POPULARIZING DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.&amp;#160; ‘Tis a no no.&amp;#160; Let me know your thoughts on this issue :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TGjcYK1HIZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/L78ufiuRURg/s1600-h/violence2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TGjcYK1HIZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/rz2MIEFXkvY/s1600-h/violence3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="violence" border="0" alt="violence" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TGjca_m7HBI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pwqJrItI_h8/violence_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="383" height="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TGjccCgrtFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/dpHPtzq5u94/s1600-h/sanna_victim_of_domestic_violence%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="sanna_victim_of_domestic_violence" border="0" alt="sanna_victim_of_domestic_violence" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TGjccg-S_dI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Q0v9UlwIP24/sanna_victim_of_domestic_violence_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="458" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TGjcdd_4wFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/RHs3rxg5-Ek/s1600-h/rihanna-beaten-face%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="rihanna-beaten-face" border="0" alt="rihanna-beaten-face" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TGjcdvi_oUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/niasiKKsuwg/rihanna-beaten-face_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="443" height="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-5612102910821710669?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/5612102910821710669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/08/love-way-you-lie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5612102910821710669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5612102910821710669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/08/love-way-you-lie.html' title='Love The Way You Lie'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TGocaaxJQYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NIAGhyvjeHg/s72-c/video785cc105f1fb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-1346997597424456634</id><published>2010-05-04T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:41:34.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Trippin’</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“They Say I'm Different   &lt;br /&gt;They Don't Understand    &lt;br /&gt;But There's A Bigger Problem    &lt;br /&gt;That's Much More In Demand    &lt;br /&gt;You Got World Hunger    &lt;br /&gt;Not Enough To Eat    &lt;br /&gt;So There's Really No Time    &lt;br /&gt;To Be Trippin' On Me”    &lt;br /&gt;- Michael Jackson&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/S-ETG2wMpKI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9qos6oo34Dk/s1600-h/stupid-people-shut-up-pinkrabbit1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="stupid-people-shut-up-pinkrabbit1" border="0" alt="stupid-people-shut-up-pinkrabbit1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/S-ETHRcEI6I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Y7xefBtVGzQ/stupid-people-shut-up-pinkrabbit1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="216" height="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-1346997597424456634?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/1346997597424456634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/05/stop-trippin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/1346997597424456634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/1346997597424456634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/05/stop-trippin.html' title='Stop Trippin’'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/S-ETHRcEI6I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Y7xefBtVGzQ/s72-c/stupid-people-shut-up-pinkrabbit1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-1387986557638739551</id><published>2010-05-03T00:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:40:56.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fame'/><title type='text'>Final Season of The Hills!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://laurenconrad.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="lauren-conrad-swimsuit-photo" border="0" alt="lauren-conrad-swimsuit-photo" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/S958Hmd6PJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ezSuv0qMD8s/lauren-conrad-swimsuit-photo%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="335" height="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF4361" border="0" alt="DSCF4361" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/S958ysIyqPI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JlWVVNDiLGs/DSCF4361%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="323" height="423" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; I used to love watching this show.&amp;#160; Hearing Lauren Conrad’s voice.. the song in the beginning, the palm trees, the Hollywood sign..what’s not to love?&amp;#160; It was so cool to see these girls living a life that many girls including myself would want to live.&amp;#160; Lauren came from a well off family, was going to fashion school, working for Teen Vogue, partying, living in a big city, was pursuing her dream, and had cute boys as friends and even cuter clothes…it was the dream life.&amp;#160; She was likeable, relatable, she cared about her friends, she was down to earth, she made mistakes (yes, she will always be remembered as the girl who didn’t go to Paris) and she was losing her friend to a smarmy guy and couldn’t do anything about it.&amp;#160; It was electrifying television I tell you.&amp;#160; It was a show full of promises, it was youthful, and it was fresh.&amp;#160; As I sat down to watch the first episode of the final season the other day, I felt sick watching it.. where did it all go so wrong?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.ca" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="116708_preview-the-hills-season-6-the-final-season" border="0" alt="116708_preview-the-hills-season-6-the-final-season" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/S958IBL5pkI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Vc2sP0htWwY/116708_preview-the-hills-season-6-the-final-season%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why did I feel sick?&amp;#160; It kind of reminds me of this poem from the beginning of one of the best books ever: The Valley of the Dolls&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;You've got to climb to the top of Mount Everest     &lt;br /&gt;to reach the Valley of the Dolls.      &lt;br /&gt;It's a brutal climb to reach that peak,      &lt;br /&gt;which so few have seen.      &lt;br /&gt;You never knew what was really up there,      &lt;br /&gt;but the last thing you expected to find      &lt;br /&gt;was the Valley of the Dolls.      &lt;br /&gt;You stand there, waiting for      &lt;br /&gt;the rush of exhilaration      &lt;br /&gt;you thought you'd feel - but      &lt;br /&gt;it doesn't come.      &lt;br /&gt;You're too far away to hear the applause      &lt;br /&gt;and take your bows.      &lt;br /&gt;And there's no place left to climb.      &lt;br /&gt;You're alone, and      &lt;br /&gt;the feeling of loneliness is overpowering.      &lt;br /&gt;The air is so thin you can scarcely breathe.      &lt;br /&gt;You've made it - and the world says      &lt;br /&gt;you're a hero.      &lt;br /&gt;But it was more fun at the bottom      &lt;br /&gt;when you started,      &lt;br /&gt;with nothing more than hope and      &lt;br /&gt;the dream of fulfillment.      &lt;br /&gt;All you saw was the top of that mountain -      &lt;br /&gt;there was no one to tell you      &lt;br /&gt;about the Valley of the DOlls.      &lt;br /&gt;But it's different      &lt;br /&gt;when you reach the summit.      &lt;br /&gt;The elements have left you battered,      &lt;br /&gt;deafened, sightless - and too weary      &lt;br /&gt;to enjoy your victory.      &lt;br /&gt;- Jacqueline Susann, Valley of the Dolls&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; I felt sick watching it because of Heidi Montag.&amp;#160; She started off as a sweet girl, full of spunk and brimming with confidence.&amp;#160; She looked fresh faced and cute… Now, she’s a completely different person!&amp;#160; The allure of fame and living in LA has ruined her.&amp;#160; How is it good television to see someone fall apart?&amp;#160; I’ll admit it’s morbidly fascinating, and while that may help ratings, it leaves one with a bitter aftertaste in their mouth and that’s not good.&amp;#160; I just kept shaking my head in sadness and pity when I saw Heidi and her mom having their conversation in Heidi’s hometown.&amp;#160; I feel so bad for Heidi’s mom it’s crazy.&amp;#160; I can’t imagine how she feels, to see her daughter change so rapidly over just a few years and morph into someone who has succumbed to the pressures of living in LA.&amp;#160; It’s a horror story.&amp;#160; The Hills is supposed to resemble a fairy tale, not a horror story!&amp;#160; It’s become something that I would imagine a parent would show a child if the child said they want to become famous.&amp;#160; “Do you want to turn out like Heidi Montag?&amp;#160; Look what happened to her…it’s an evil world out there kiddo”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The episode really made me sick, Heidi’s plastic surgery nightmare, seeing her mom’s pain and sadness (I DO NOTTT WANT TO SEE A MOMMY CRYING ON TV! IT’S JUST TOO SAD!), watching Kristen do shot after shot, drug abuse accusations… it was too much I was cringing the whole way through the show.&amp;#160; I think to have fame and to go for a dream and enter a world that is cut throat, you need to be strong, level headed and grounded or you’ll just get chewed up and spit out.&amp;#160; Heidi got screwed and it truly is sad to watch.&amp;#160; The show used to have a point, it was about a girl pursuing her dream.&amp;#160; There is no point to the show anymore other than to watch all their lives derail.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:0b8aea3c-d2dc-4d18-9fbc-212d6dfcf756" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/The+Hills" rel="tag"&gt;The Hills&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Hills" rel="tag"&gt;Hills&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Heidi" rel="tag"&gt;Heidi&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Heidi+Montag" rel="tag"&gt;Heidi Montag&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Lauren+Conrad" rel="tag"&gt;Lauren Conrad&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Audrina+Patridge" rel="tag"&gt;Audrina Patridge&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Lauren" rel="tag"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/LC" rel="tag"&gt;LC&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Hollywood" rel="tag"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Kristen+Cavallari" rel="tag"&gt;Kristen Cavallari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-1387986557638739551?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/1387986557638739551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/05/final-season-of-hills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/1387986557638739551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/1387986557638739551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/05/final-season-of-hills.html' title='Final Season of The Hills!'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/S958Hmd6PJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ezSuv0qMD8s/s72-c/lauren-conrad-swimsuit-photo%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-6735955849694455882</id><published>2010-05-02T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:52:55.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So my doctor had prescribed me these pills… and I just decided to read up on them 2.5 months into taking them…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are some of the things I laughed at:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anxiety or restlessness:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;An increase in daytime anxiety or restlessness has been observed during treatment.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad taste in mouth:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;May cause you to have a coated tongue, bad breath, or a bitter taste in your mouth. These effects often occur when this medication is being used.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Behaviour changes:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;This medication may worsen symptoms of depression, including thoughts of suicide or wanting to harm others. It may also cause agitated or aggressive behaviour. If you experience these symptoms or any other behaviour change while taking this medication, contact your doctor immediately. Family members or caregivers of people who are taking this medication should contact the person's doctor immediately if they notice unusual behaviour changes.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Performing activities while not fully awake:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;People taking this may perform activities such as sleepwalking, driving, preparing and eating food, and making phone calls while not fully awake and unaware of their actions. The next morning, they may not remember what happened.&amp;#160; If you discover this has happened to you, contact your doctor immediately.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I swear to God I didn’t just make that up lol.&amp;#160; Wow.&amp;#160; Thanks doctors and pharmacists for not telling me any of this!&amp;#160; It was sooo not on the sheet that I was given but man I got a laugh out of this.&amp;#160; Haha sooo bang on.&amp;#160; Hahahhaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-6735955849694455882?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/6735955849694455882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/05/hahahahahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6735955849694455882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6735955849694455882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/05/hahahahahahaha.html' title='Hahahahahahaha'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-7992709676503922891</id><published>2010-03-01T22:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:17:00.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s really scary.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-7992709676503922891?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/7992709676503922891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/03/fear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7992709676503922891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7992709676503922891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/03/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-6924180234861367864</id><published>2010-02-25T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:20:13.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say my name, say my name.. you acting kinda shady, ain’t calling me baby.. why the sudden change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Destiny Child’s hit single..Say my name.&amp;#160; What’s in a name???????&amp;#160; Saying someone’s name when you are greeting the person, is normal.&amp;#160; Saying someone’s name while you are in conversation with them, or after you’ve already said your greetings, is a sign of intimacy.&amp;#160; Saying a shortened version of that person’s name or a special version, is an even greater sign of intimacy.&amp;#160; If you say “Hey Sharin how’s it going?”, that’s normal.&amp;#160; If in conversation you say, “Sharin.. I don’t know.. I’m just… I’m not really sure what to do Sharin… I need some help deciding”.. it’s not REALLYYY normal.&amp;#160; Normal would be “I’m not really sure what to do man/yo/dude” or “Hey.. I’m not really sure what to do.”.&amp;#160; Saying “Shar.. I don’t know.. I’m just… I’m not really sure what to do Shar?”etc etc IS EVEN MORE INTIMATE.&amp;#160; I’m not crazy!&amp;#160; It’s true.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;N what if you’re having physical relations with someone????&amp;#160; The only reason someone would say your name in the middle of a physical moment if they normally DON’T do that is because: a.) they’re reminding themselves who they’re with and quite possibly but not necessarily relishing the difference OR b.) they’re trying to get into it because they’re not.&amp;#160; Into it, that is.&amp;#160; Don’t say I didn’t warn you.&amp;#160; Trust me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s true…saying someone’s name other than in your initial greeting is a sign of intimacy … so much so that it is often used in sales tactics for that particular reason.&amp;#160; It’s a sign of closeness, friendship, and just by saying it, it forms a bond with that person.&amp;#160; Who knew a name was so personal?.. yes it’s your name but it’s meant for other people to use right???&amp;#160; I don’t know, I just feel weird when people know my name or speak it when they don’t really know me and just see it on a nametag.&amp;#160; What’s in a name?&amp;#160; A name.. or how someone says it, can tell you a lot.&amp;#160; If someone uses a person’s name more in conversation say or to call them or to tell them something (other than when they used it in the initial contact) rather than saying a generic term like “hey” “yo” or just avoiding using a noun… I duno it’s weird.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Long story short.. if you don’t know me well.. don’t keep dropping my name in conversation unless you think I’m into you… you’ll freak me out.&amp;#160; N if you want to hide intimacy with someone.. refrain from saying their name, especially a mod vers.&amp;#160; Ppl notice.&amp;#160; If you want to enforce a bond and strengthen it… say it like she’s Beyonce singing the instructions to you… say her goddamn name!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-6924180234861367864?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/6924180234861367864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/02/say-my-name-say-my-name-you-acting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6924180234861367864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6924180234861367864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/02/say-my-name-say-my-name-you-acting.html' title='Say my name, say my name.. you acting kinda shady, ain’t calling me baby.. why the sudden change?'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-2159049297169244264</id><published>2010-02-25T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:39:49.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CTV News Star | Sharin K, Surrey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newsstar.ctv.ca/entry/2076986?mail=true&amp;amp;msg=sendfriendsucces"&gt;CTV News Star | Sharin K, Surrey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-2159049297169244264?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.newsstar.ctv.ca/entry/2076986?mail=true&amp;msg=sendfriendsucces' title='CTV News Star | Sharin K, Surrey'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/2159049297169244264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/02/ctv-news-star-sharin-k-surrey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2159049297169244264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2159049297169244264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/02/ctv-news-star-sharin-k-surrey.html' title='CTV News Star | Sharin K, Surrey'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-75756686606879853</id><published>2010-01-11T00:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:46:28.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/S0rlYFqwoDI/AAAAAAAAASg/d8qw25yQtcE/s1600-h/loveaajkalwallpaper3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="love-aaj-kal-wallpaper" border="0" alt="love-aaj-kal-wallpaper" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/S0rlY4COgNI/AAAAAAAAASk/Rwxx_U8i8hk/loveaajkalwallpaper_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="374" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;memory&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient; at others, so bewildered and so weak; and at others again, so tyrannic, so beyond control! We are, to be sure, a miracle every way; but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;our powers of recollecting and of forgetting do seem peculiarly past finding out.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Jane Austen, Mansfield Park&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love Aaj Kal isn’t an accurate representation of love in today’s age.&amp;#160; It’s still just a hindi movie.&amp;#160; If it was real life, Jai (Saif Ali Khan) would have found another girl and said to himself – “eff Meera (Deepika).&amp;#160; That was the past.&amp;#160; I left her, it couldn’t have been that great anyways.&amp;#160; Life goes on.”&amp;#160; You really think, that he would fly out to India to see a girl who he thinks is married?&amp;#160; He wouldn’t even have attended her wedding in the first place in order to realize she was married.&amp;#160; Would any guy swallow his pride like that?&amp;#160; Would any guy even remember that what he had with that particular girl was special?&amp;#160; Would any guy even realize what special is?&amp;#160; He wouldn’t.. because he would have forgotten.&amp;#160; Even barring the fact that he remembered a few good memories and feelings, he would have said that it was just memories… nothing to build a future on, nothing to make someone stay with somebody.&amp;#160; I used to think Love Aaj Kal was an accurate representation of love today because he chooses career over love, he thinks with his head instead of his heart.&amp;#160; What Deepika in the movie did… letting him go to his dream job, not telling him that she left her husband…that was awesome.&amp;#160; It’s true, if she had told him, he would have come to her, but then his whole life he would have regretted it.&amp;#160; Regretted not going after what he wanted in life.&amp;#160; I agree with the movie on the part that in the end, once his dream was realized, he wouldn’t have found it as great as he once thought.&amp;#160; He would have become depressed and pondered the meaning of life and all that… but I don’t think he would have gone back to Meera.&amp;#160; She was the girl of his dreams, the true love of his life, but he just wouldn’t have.&amp;#160; True love doesn’t prevail, humans are too fickle for that to happen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m not the girl with the nice cheekbones and smile that is calm and sweet and serene and beautiful.&amp;#160; The kind of girl that you can just snap a candid shot of from a beach day together and be proud to put it up in your bedroom in black and white in a silver frame.&amp;#160; I’m not the girl with a bunch of friends that goes out and has a ton of fun and parties like no tomorrow.&amp;#160; The kind of girl that is the center of attention, the life of the party, the girl that gives spontaneous lap dances to her boyfriend while all the other guys think “damn he’s a lucky guy”.&amp;#160; I’m not the girl that has a good head on her shoulders and strives for what she wants in life (horrible, right?).&amp;#160; I’m not the girl who cares about big moments, big moments where you can snap a picture and say “I/we did that” and then only live by those memories.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m not that girl.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are lots of girls out there.&amp;#160; I’m not like them.&amp;#160; I’m sorry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-75756686606879853?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/75756686606879853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/01/love-today.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/75756686606879853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/75756686606879853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2010/01/love-today.html' title='Love today?'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/S0rlY4COgNI/AAAAAAAAASk/Rwxx_U8i8hk/s72-c/loveaajkalwallpaper_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-4794460323506719444</id><published>2009-12-20T02:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:54:56.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men and Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sy4Cdf4LeQI/AAAAAAAAARo/q9MSHYwIg0I/s1600-h/diamondforever%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="diamondforever" border="0" alt="diamondforever" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sy4Cd9GXmwI/AAAAAAAAARs/XMgiYtXwArg/diamondforever_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="234" height="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;hahahahhaha love that one it’s hilariousss&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sy4CeM73yFI/AAAAAAAAARw/Q7Y3gdscMM0/s1600-h/quotes%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="quotes" border="0" alt="quotes" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sy4Ce-dHsqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/MGt7Vte6IQM/quotes_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="262" height="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sy4CfaaeHGI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gUNdAN-MP6o/s1600-h/StupidCrazy.jpg%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="StupidCrazy.jpg" border="0" alt="StupidCrazy.jpg" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sy4Cfzq6oMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/dmxXrMI7tJ8/StupidCrazy.jpg_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="240" height="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Men and Women are equal.&amp;#160; You want to know why?&amp;#160; We’re equal because we’re both dumb.&amp;#160; We’re made for each other (um, no offence to Gay’s or Lesbians – love you! - I’m just being general here.. male characteristics and female characteristics shall I say!) and yet we are so incompatible it’s not even funny. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Men are stupid.&amp;#160; Women are crazy.&amp;#160; It’s totally true.&amp;#160; Men run away from problems, they don’t think about all the things that women do, they live life in the moment.&amp;#160; Women can’t live life in the moment because they’re too insecure and too busy worrying about everything and want to keep confronting problems even though doing so won’t make anything any better.&amp;#160; Men are actually little babies that can’t handle the truth, and women are programmed to tell everyone how they feel every second of the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You know what, I think that people are silly.&amp;#160; I think that out of a life span of 80 years or more, a couple bad years aren’t so bad if you’re going to have 60+ together and happy.&amp;#160; I would rather be mad at my partner in life for weeks on end than not have a partner in life.&amp;#160; I don’t get divorce or breaking up with someone.&amp;#160; It doesn’t make any sense to me because, the person that you’re breaking up with or divorcing like… you loved that person.&amp;#160; (I’m not talking about when ppl divorce because of like… domestic abuse n things like that I just mean regular “irreconcilable differences”)&amp;#160; I don’t think love goes away.&amp;#160; To me it’s like… whatever problems you’re going to have with one person, you’re going to have that with another anyway in some shape or form, so why not stick it out with the one that you’ve been with for so long and you know and .. love?&amp;#160; Everyone goes through problems.. everyone has ups and downs.&amp;#160; It’s natural to feel confused or to hate someone and to be weak.&amp;#160; The point is to stick things through.&amp;#160; The point is to KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THE PERSON.&amp;#160; N that’s ALL.&amp;#160; As long as you love someone… you can get through anything.&amp;#160; Even financial problems!&amp;#160; The world is a big place.. just dump the shame, the ego, relax and breathe.&amp;#160; Life goes on.&amp;#160; Life is important.&amp;#160; DON’T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF.&amp;#160; Trust each other.&amp;#160; Trust yourself, trust your BASIC instincts. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes people change, but so what.&amp;#160; The world keeps spinning and at the end of it all, you just have to remember what it was about that person that you loved and hold that and run with it till the finish line.&amp;#160; The prize is worth it.&amp;#160; Fall in love everyday (with the same person).&amp;#160; Stop yelling at each other.&amp;#160; Stop being disappointed.&amp;#160; Stop being insecure.&amp;#160; Stop being paranoid.&amp;#160; For me, everyday is a gift with the people around me.. even if it’s a bad day and I’ve fought and I hate them… at least I have them to yell at and to hate.&amp;#160; I’m just so glad for everyone I have in my life.&amp;#160; I’m so glad for the life that I have.&amp;#160; Just relax, and breatheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, at the end of the day, it’s all in God’s hands so there’s nothing for me to worry about.&amp;#160; Whatever will happen will happen… but where there’s a will there’s a way.&amp;#160; Goodnite everyone.&amp;#160; I’m totally sleeping pill deprived so forgive me for the rambling nonsensical post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-4794460323506719444?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/4794460323506719444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/12/men-and-women.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/4794460323506719444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/4794460323506719444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/12/men-and-women.html' title='Men and Women'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sy4Cd9GXmwI/AAAAAAAAARs/XMgiYtXwArg/s72-c/diamondforever_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-3055727930410413295</id><published>2009-12-19T03:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T03:19:37.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel so bad for my bird Baby.&amp;#160; He has a problem.. he bites and picks at himself.&amp;#160; I’m the worlds worst mother.&amp;#160; I did this to him.&amp;#160; I feel like I’m murdering an animal.. torturing.&amp;#160; I hope God forgives me although I don’t think He will.&amp;#160; I’m so sorry.&amp;#160; He cries at night because it hurts.&amp;#160; (U)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-3055727930410413295?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/3055727930410413295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/12/my-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/3055727930410413295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/3055727930410413295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/12/my-bird.html' title='My bird'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-9025518607226549640</id><published>2009-12-11T02:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:30:42.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s my birthday today!&amp;#160; December 11th 2009.&amp;#160; I’m a Sagitarrius, and a Dragon :) The two best signs I assure you ;)&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF6583" border="0" alt="DSCF6583" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SyIfUKkWGDI/AAAAAAAAARg/XB8JX5VAXRA/DSCF6583%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My mother and I (above) and just me (below)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCF6585" border="0" alt="DSCF6585" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SyIfUuzd30I/AAAAAAAAARk/8c1Sv5zI2e4/DSCF6585%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s something I read which I thought was quite true to what I am currently feeling:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cafeastrology.com"&gt;2009 will be a Number Seven year for you. Ruled by Neptune. This is a year of preparation, chance, and refinement. It is not a time of dramatic changes. Instead, it's a year when reflection on the past is helpful, and when refinements to your life path should be made. It's a good year to study and analyze. Unexpected twists to your life story and &amp;quot;chance&amp;quot; meetings are probable. Advice - take stock of your life in order to prepare for more exciting years to come, examine the past and plan for the future, get in touch with your deepest needs and uncover your personal power, don't strain yourself or actively try to expand.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t feel like this year should be some huge year for me where I go out and achieve a whole bunch of stuff.&amp;#160; This is the year where I want to just relax, take stock of my life as it said above, see what made me the person I am today and like regroup for the next few years.&amp;#160; I want to fix all the things that I should fix.. my diet, my sleeping habits, my room, my skincare regimen and just become the best me that I can.&amp;#160; Ok who am I kidding it’s totally not going to happen.&amp;#160; What a load of nonsense.&amp;#160; LOL haha just rereading that makes me cringe/laugh.&amp;#160; Well the relaxing and thinking part will happen but the fixing part… *-) maybe lol.&amp;#160; So many people have been telling me lately that I have a whole bunch of bad habits that aren’t affecting me right now but will when I’m older that I’m actually getting worried.&amp;#160; The amount of people.. it’s odd.&amp;#160; I didn’t think I was that unhealthy.&amp;#160; No honestly though, I’m at one of the lowest points in my life right now, financially, personally, academically… I’m very, very grateful for a LOT of things in life and the parts that are a low point for me (mostly everything) isn’t anything that can’t be fixed so.. yeah just got to get down to work and it can only go up from here right?&amp;#160; (Touchwood).&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-9025518607226549640?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/9025518607226549640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/12/birthday-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/9025518607226549640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/9025518607226549640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/12/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SyIfUKkWGDI/AAAAAAAAARg/XB8JX5VAXRA/s72-c/DSCF6583%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-2678891403772728051</id><published>2009-12-09T02:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:51:16.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Program At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In short: An emergency happened which the institution where I am currently taking classes would recognize and accept, yet a class at that very same school is not giving me an option to make up the work that I missed, and on TOP of that they’re going to charge me twice for this class.&amp;#160; Oh, and the icing on the cake if I don’t withdraw from that class (meaning pay for this semester and pay again when I retake it next semester), they won’t let me take any more classes at the institution where I am currently studying.&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Does that make any sense?&amp;#160; According to my friend, unfortunately the world only cares about money.&amp;#160; True that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-2678891403772728051?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/2678891403772728051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/12/my-wonderful-program-at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2678891403772728051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/2678891403772728051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/12/my-wonderful-program-at-school.html' title='My Wonderful Program At School'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-5022078797505511989</id><published>2009-12-04T03:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T13:01:19.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandmother'/><title type='text'>My Grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSCF6222" border="0" alt="DSCF6222" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sxj4qU_YhKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZD_MzbDmnsw/DSCF6222%5B14%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="270" height="209" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSCF6523" border="0" alt="DSCF6523" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sxj4qw2ZaQI/AAAAAAAAARA/7KXHcOodixE/DSCF6523%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" height="208" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Singapore 605" border="0" alt="Singapore 605" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sxj4rX3XQ5I/AAAAAAAAARE/Qqp5gd7Z0VA/Singapore%20605%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="276" height="212" /&gt; &lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="s2 090" border="0" alt="s2 090" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sxj4r51NkaI/AAAAAAAAARI/BX9aZOLlhvk/s2%20090%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="211" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSCF6658" border="0" alt="DSCF6658" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sxj4sYoyBZI/AAAAAAAAARM/ahkth5yQgXI/DSCF6658%5B19%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="222" height="285" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I really love her so much, and I respect and admire her.&amp;#160; She has quiet strength, and she is undoubtedly the purest, kindest, most good hearted person I know.&amp;#160; She’s simple, she’s pure, she’s patient, loving, caring, and so wise.&amp;#160; Oh and she’s SO CUTE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As a child and just as a person in general, I’ve always liked and enjoyed hanging out with males (my cousin bro’s in law or my male cousins, nephews, friends), although it’s always my female crew that I have deep conversations with.&amp;#160; It was the same with my Grandfather… he had such a huge personality.. huge (!!) and for me growing up he always overshadowed my love for my grandma (I call her Manji, she is my mother’s mom) and I always enjoyed his attention more.&amp;#160; It’s one of those situations where kids jump for joy when their Dad comes home or enjoys their days out with their fathers because… their mom is always there.&amp;#160; That’s how it was with my Grandmother.. I know she’s always there and so for me growing up she was kind of the second one in their relationship.. she was the one I would go to if I got hurt or sick, but it was my Grandfather that I would sit beside to listen to his stories and hear his voice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When my Grandfather passed away (wait – side note – my dad’s parents: I never met my grandfather and my grandmother passed away when I was five years old and I loved her v. much as well), I regretted not calling him enough, not spending time with him enough, and till this day I’m not over his death and wish that I could have properly said goodbye to him.&amp;#160; Now that he’s gone, my Grandmother is the only grandparent I have left in this world.&amp;#160; I’ve gotten to know HER more, and paid more attention to her.&amp;#160; I’m not saying I ignored her before or that I didn’t love her before…nothing like that at all… I just loved her like any kid loves her mom.. in the taken for granted kind of way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve never sent her flowers (but I will change that this coming year!!!!!), I only recently bought her the first present I’ve ever bought her (a shawl!) (to be fair I was a kid most of the time and since 2000 I’ve only seen her…this year – 2009 because I went to Singapore twice this year!).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She was born in India but moved to Singapore (which was known as Malaysia at the time – it was before it’s independence) when she was around 2-3 years old.&amp;#160; She married my Grandfather and had 6 kids; two boys and four girls (one of my aunts is missing in the picture below).&amp;#160; She now has 11 grandchildren and I am her fourth oldest grandchild.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSCF6433" border="0" alt="DSCF6433" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sxj4uPH69iI/AAAAAAAAARY/6NLzffaT64o/DSCF6433%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="259" height="341" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bapuji (my grandfather) was a pretty strict, tough guy when he was younger although by the time I rolled along he was chilled out and jolly for the most part but I could still see and hear the fierceness.&amp;#160; He had that quality about him.&amp;#160; Manji was a sharp contrast.&amp;#160; I heard she could be fairly strict herself, but to me she was always the water to his fire..essential, yet not loud and crackling.&amp;#160; Manji taught her children (well my mom – the oldest child for sure) how to speak English (they spoke Punjabi when they were little and did go to English speaking schools when they were older).&amp;#160; The best part is?&amp;#160; My grandma didn’t even know English!!!&amp;#160; My mom used to think that my grandma knew English but didn’t realize that actually my grandmother would get her English speaking neighbour to teach her the words in an English book and then my grandma would memorize it and teach it to her kids.&amp;#160; My mom guys never knew that Grandma actually didn’t know how to read it herself.&amp;#160; In the end that is how my Grandmother learnt an entire language, through memorization and being able to pick it up fast.&amp;#160; That’s pretty cool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Manji I don’t think has ever used makeup, maybe on her wedding day but there are no photos of the event, she’s never used a hair product before (her black hair at age 70 something is all natural!) and so I always feel super weird when I’m all glossed out and flat ironed in front of her especially because for most of my life that she saw I was makeup less with a curly mop of hair, or with it in a braid.&amp;#160; She prefers to keep things simple and that’s why she is so inspiring to me.&amp;#160; She loves God, she loves her family, she doesn’t gossip or trouble anyone… she’s just amazing.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I went back to Singapore she told me that I have to wake up early and make my bed and not talk back to my parents lol :) I wish she stayed here in Canada and then I could get told what to do from her all the time!&amp;#160; As it is I’m totally jealous of my newest cousin because he gets to live with her!&amp;#160; So not fair, I want Manji to sing me songs (He’s 6months old)!.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alright that’s all for now… if you take anything away from this.. talk to your loved ones, get to know your elders, and spend time with them!&amp;#160; My only grandparent lives across the world from me and I don’t get to see her very often.&amp;#160; Listen to them, listen to their stories, write them down if you get a chance!&amp;#160; There’s a reason why they tell you what they do, they’ve been through a lot and you should appreciate what you have.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:ec904ff5-39f8-44b0-aa28-4fe7dbeb6658" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/grandparents" rel="tag"&gt;grandparents&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/grandmother" rel="tag"&gt;grandmother&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/elders" rel="tag"&gt;elders&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/respect" rel="tag"&gt;respect&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/love" rel="tag"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******* ADDED NOVEMBER 26TH 2010******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;Hey everyone who is reading this.&amp;#160; On November 18th 2009 I found out my grandmother had lung cancer.&amp;#160; She has never smoked a cigarette (duh if you read the blog you should know this but just had to mention it) or anything like that, these things just happen I guess.&amp;#160; She is still bravely battling it and all we can ask for at this point is to pray for her to not feel any pain and to be with family in her times of need.&amp;#160; I would love to be with her more than anything at this time and hope I can make it out there...&amp;#160; Thank you for all who read this, it makes me feel nice.&amp;#160; I’m sorry for my crap writing in the blog I’m sure there are tons of grammatical errors…I just felt like I needed to confess that in case people think I’m some awesome person, I’m not (just in case you thought that… now you’re sitting there thinking psh why does this girl think anyone would think that?!).&amp;#160; I could have shown my love for her more and I haven’t so yeah I’m not like some amazing grandaughter.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-5022078797505511989?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/5022078797505511989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/12/my-grandmother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5022078797505511989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5022078797505511989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/12/my-grandmother.html' title='My Grandmother'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sxj4qU_YhKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZD_MzbDmnsw/s72-c/DSCF6222%5B14%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-5984515060596631018</id><published>2009-12-04T01:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:20:36.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One moment can change your life forever.&amp;#160; Life is so important, so fragile, so beautiful.&amp;#160; We never live each day to the fullest.. we never properly love the ones that mean the most to us.&amp;#160; Pointless fighting, bickering, not understanding each other.&amp;#160; It sucks that we can never fully understand our loved ones and their desires and hopes but we can try.&amp;#160; As for me…no one will ever understand how I feel right now.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All I care about right now is my family, my parents, and making things easy for them.&amp;#160; My life right now has to be focused on that.&amp;#160; Nothing else… as much as I may want to travel or have fun or whatever, now is not the time for that.&amp;#160; Maybe when I’m older but right now I just have to focus on school, my family, and being the person they want me to be because I know why they want me to be that person.&amp;#160; Hopefully I have the strength to actually do it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just can’t believe everything that has happened.&amp;#160; I feel like such a different person.&amp;#160; I feel like other people are different too.&amp;#160; I’ve been affected by death before but nothing like this.&amp;#160; Hopes, dreams, love, family, innocence… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I look at old photos of my family and I just think wow.&amp;#160; Who knew what life had and has in store for all of us.&amp;#160; The smiles on my sisters’ faces, the innocence we all had breaks my heart.&amp;#160; It’s one reason why I am so attached to my old house.. it’s the house where we all grew up into adults…&amp;#160; My family would never have thought that we would live in Canada, I just never thought our lives would turn out like this, whatever this is.. but I know God has everything written and we may not understand it now but like I’ve said before.. when things don’t go according to our plan, that means that it is going according to God’s plan, and he always knows what to do and we just have to trust that and have faith.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-5984515060596631018?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/5984515060596631018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/12/one-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5984515060596631018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/5984515060596631018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/12/one-moment.html' title='One Moment'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-1581436009210434308</id><published>2009-11-11T02:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:17:09.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don’t know who this girl is but I was having a conversation with my friend Terence and I randomly stumbled across this picture (while searching for Marilyn Monroe wallpapers… SIDE NOTE why is that for EVERY Google image search that you do at least ONE picture of the Jonas Brothers pops up?? Even if you search for “Penguin Wallpapers”.&amp;#160; So irritating!).&amp;#160; I thought she was really pretty and sent her picture to my friend.. he said meh and I just thought she’d be a good model to try my hand at some virtual plastic surgery using Photoshop CS4 (I have a trial version you can download it from Adobe’s website.. anyone have a crack for this send it to me!).&amp;#160; Yes I know how to use photoshop (somewhat) and no I do not use it on my own pictures.. unless I’m making my pictures glowy or brighter.. or making me fly over Sleeping Beauty’s castle :)&amp;#160; I totally would use the whole “plastic surgery thing” on my own pictures except for the fact that I look better as I am ;) lol it’s hard to improve perfection you know!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SvqOZdV_kVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4IMsZPsn7X0/s1600-h/1%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1" border="0" alt="1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SvqOaOq1DVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tuS9kuxs1cA/1_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" height="534" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SvqOa1DiyYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/aFaNded_70s/s1600-h/2%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2" border="0" alt="2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SvqObqNA0MI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tMYZ0gD_7fc/2_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="398" height="565" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:7b8be7e9-27b0-4338-abf9-7b95c440adce" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/photoshop" rel="tag"&gt;photoshop&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/adobe" rel="tag"&gt;adobe&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/cs4" rel="tag"&gt;cs4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don’t mind her eyes so much cuz I did this really quickly but yea.. Neway I think she looks cute before n a little plasticky after but I was just like cool I gave her plastic surgery lol so I thought I’d share it with you guys.&amp;#160; What do you think hot before or after?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Doesn’t this make you sick?&amp;#160; It makes me feel all weird inside like.. what is the world coming to because.. yea I’m showing you guys this but.. in the real world if this girl wanted to be like an actress or something.. guaranteed within a few years she would end up looking like the bottom picture!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-1581436009210434308?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/1581436009210434308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/11/photoshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/1581436009210434308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/1581436009210434308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/11/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop!'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SvqOaOq1DVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tuS9kuxs1cA/s72-c/1_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-896853076612543285</id><published>2009-10-28T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:27:05.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Khalistan Activists Attack Journalist in Ontario</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalpost.com/news/story.html?id=2145149"&gt;http://www.nationalpost.com/news/story.html?id=2145149&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Read the story.&amp;#160; I can’t begin to tell you how against Khalistan I am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:19ab263e-dd29-4c52-a6c2-f1778340eb1b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Khalistan" rel="tag"&gt;Khalistan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-896853076612543285?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/896853076612543285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/10/khalistan-activists-attack-journalist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/896853076612543285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/896853076612543285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/10/khalistan-activists-attack-journalist.html' title='Khalistan Activists Attack Journalist in Ontario'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-724990832021459437</id><published>2009-10-27T03:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T03:46:21.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake? Fun? Dilemma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SubPbbFCrfI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mnF5WdcFxfM/s1600-h/awaicon2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="awaicon2" border="0" alt="awaicon2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SubPcXZawxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9nCUKDYfLAg/awaicon2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="274" height="548" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:de5a2779-18e9-4cd1-b2ff-1043e73c7f07" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Waicon" rel="tag"&gt;Waicon&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Trikolor" rel="tag"&gt;Trikolor&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/contacts" rel="tag"&gt;contacts&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/contact+lenses" rel="tag"&gt;contact lenses&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Haifa" rel="tag"&gt;Haifa&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Haifa+Wehbe" rel="tag"&gt;Haifa Wehbe&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/grey" rel="tag"&gt;grey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alright so I’ve ALWAYS wanted to try out coloured contact lenses… and I never have just because they’re so obviously fake and also because everyone would just be like whoaa who does this chick think she is/she’s obsessed with her appearance.&amp;#160; I mean. .everybody obviously knows that you didn’t just grow a pair of blue eyes overnight.&amp;#160; At the same time, everyone is pretty much obsessed with their appearance or they wouldn’t dye their hair.. do their eyebrows.. put makeup on, etc.&amp;#160; The beauty industry is a billion dollar industry for a reason.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So what do I do?&amp;#160; Do I care about what everyone’s going to say or do I just do what I want?&amp;#160; I mean.. personally… when I see girls wearing contact lenses (coloured ones) all the time I instantly just think “CONTACTS”.&amp;#160; I hate how Indian models and celebrities wear contacts in every single movie, at every single outing, for every single shoot.&amp;#160; It just gets seriously annoying because at that point I look at it as a cultural problem.&amp;#160; It becomes on par with things like skin lightening creams.&amp;#160; There’s clearly a reason why so and so is wearing contacts as if that’s their natural eye colour, you know what I mean.&amp;#160; Maybe for some celebrities like Haifa Wehbe or Celina Jaitley it’s kind of become their “thing” and even though I think they would look better without it, maybe they wouldn’t be as famous if they didn’t have them on.&amp;#160; I don’t know.&amp;#160; In general though, I just don’t like when someone wears contacts all the freaking time.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I think it’s dumb and they should just be happy with their own eye colour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On the other hand, I personally&amp;#160; look at contact lenses as another accessory/makeup item.&amp;#160; It’s fun for once in a while maybe for a couple hours but not for everyday use.&amp;#160; I’m a really girly girl.. I love makeup (it’s like candy for me) and I don’t think it’s a bad thing to like makeup but I do think it’s a bad thing to pile on makeup 24/7.&amp;#160; You gotta let your natural beauty shine, ESPECIALLY when you’re young because this is when you’re naturally going to be at your most beautiful level.. it’s all downhill from here so why not showcase your natural beauty while you have it!&amp;#160; It’s one thing if you want to dye your hair blonde for a few months even though it’s naturally brown, but I think once you start doing it all the time until people forget you were actually a brunette, that’s wrong (barring waxing/threading/shaving because that’s just NECESSARY lol).&amp;#160; My whole thing is = do what you want, as long as you don’t pretend it’s you/do it all the time.&amp;#160; Wear makeup, dye your hair, get contacts, do whatever.. but don’t let it become you.. just use it as an accessory.&amp;#160; Natural beauty = best.&amp;#160; :)&amp;#160; What do you guys think?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh and as for my contact lenses dilemma.. I am&amp;#160; going to try them out.. but like I said not for everyday use because I’m against that :)&amp;#160; I know people will hate because people like to hate but I think it’ll be cool to try em out.. I’ve never worn em before so hopefully they work out alright.&amp;#160; Um the contacts I am probably getting are Waicon Tri-kolor lenses and they’re supposedly really good (Haifa Wehbe uses them) and unfortunately it’s like a yearly pair that imma get so.. either I like em and find places to wear them off and on for a year or it’s going to be a total waste of money lol!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SubPdKYW9iI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eZSDzspz_Ag/s1600-h/Haifa_Wehbe1-1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Haifa_Wehbe1-1" border="0" alt="Haifa_Wehbe1-1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SubPdqSyMjI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/eSNWixXeDVs/Haifa_Wehbe1-1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="365" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SubPefrWrQI/AAAAAAAAAQU/U5UieAnzXfU/s1600-h/haifa-wehbe_34217%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="haifa-wehbe_34217" border="0" alt="haifa-wehbe_34217" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SubPfLFhM7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/iAs2Mb9--PY/haifa-wehbe_34217_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="358" height="508" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-724990832021459437?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/724990832021459437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/10/fake-fun-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/724990832021459437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/724990832021459437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/10/fake-fun-dilemma.html' title='Fake? Fun? Dilemma!'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SubPcXZawxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9nCUKDYfLAg/s72-c/awaicon2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-7262482199052696692</id><published>2009-10-21T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:24:19.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aishwarya Rai Bachchan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aishwarya Rai'/><title type='text'>From the Vault = Ash Verve Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://aishwarya-spice.com"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ash1" border="0" alt="ash1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/St_3aKXS7kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7m3Cacc0w9U/ash1%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="412" height="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/St_3a_eWUdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zD_1bcsMNSE/s1600-h/ash2%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ash2" border="0" alt="ash2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/St_3b_jCZ7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/gus_pp9gHn0/ash2_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" height="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Before you all start pouncing on me, I happen to think Aishwarya Rai looks beautiful in both pictures (it’s hard not to when you look like her cough I’m biased cough).&amp;#160; I thought it’d be great to post this because it’s just enlightening to see the work and effort that goes into a photo shoot (not so much of it is the retouching but body positioning and lighting help to get that magic shot). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the picture above, Aishwarya has bags under her eyes, a looser neck than in the picture below, wider body positioning, bigger boobs, a slight furrow or tension in her forehead and a crumply &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;dress.&amp;#160; In the picture below, her arm size has definitely been reduced, her entire frame is smaller than in the above picture and it looks like she’s been positioned further back, her dress is fixed, her boobs look more “streamlined” shall we say, her eyebags have been reduced – although they are still there, the tension in her forehead is still there but because of the way she is posing you can’t really see much.&amp;#160; Her pose in the second picture is a million times better than the first picture, as she looks considerably less “hefty” and a lot more delicate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I def think she looks older in the above picture, but wow she looks so breathtaking!&amp;#160; The second picture, while tightened and more youthful, does seem a little robotic and plasticky to me.&amp;#160; I wish more magazines would release untouched images from photoshoots… they are very enlightening!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:2ded7b70-52c3-4c9d-80f8-d53f3b22dc7d" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Aishwarya" rel="tag"&gt;Aishwarya&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Aishwarya+Rai" rel="tag"&gt;Aishwarya Rai&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Bachchan" rel="tag"&gt;Bachchan&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/photoshoot" rel="tag"&gt;photoshoot&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Verve" rel="tag"&gt;Verve&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/retouched" rel="tag"&gt;retouched&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/photoshopped" rel="tag"&gt;photoshopped&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-7262482199052696692?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/7262482199052696692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/10/from-vault-ash-verve-photoshoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7262482199052696692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7262482199052696692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/10/from-vault-ash-verve-photoshoot.html' title='From the Vault = Ash Verve Photoshoot'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/St_3aKXS7kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7m3Cacc0w9U/s72-c/ash1%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-448311823617094773</id><published>2009-09-28T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:29:31.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time for everything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SsE4x8muySI/AAAAAAAAAOo/3UqpgyegOC4/s1600-h/chocolate_fondue_set%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="chocolate_fondue_set" border="0" alt="chocolate_fondue_set" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SsE4yo6pzrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WKeOBsxfQZk/chocolate_fondue_set_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="250" height="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You would THINK that someone who LOVED CHOCOLATE as much as I do would have had Fondue many times by now but nope.. yesterday was the FIRST time I had fondue.&amp;#160; Can I also say I had a completely ditzy moment where I pondered at why the chocolate had hardened.&amp;#160; Apparently the chocolate hardened because it wasn’t flowing anymore which, ok, I get, but then why do chocolate bars melt so easily???&amp;#160; I mean you would think that the chocolate in a fondue fountain thingy would be a little bit heated so that it wouldn’t harden up so fast?&amp;#160; Anyway.. I want chocolate covered strawberries every day :(&amp;#160; they are so delicious!&amp;#160; My mouth is watering.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:2c57ba92-3171-49e1-8951-6f9800bc6561" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/fondue" rel="tag"&gt;fondue&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/chocolate" rel="tag"&gt;chocolate&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/strawberries" rel="tag"&gt;strawberries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-448311823617094773?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/448311823617094773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/09/first-time-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/448311823617094773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/448311823617094773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/09/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First time for everything!'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SsE4yo6pzrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WKeOBsxfQZk/s72-c/chocolate_fondue_set_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-7672965263935761246</id><published>2009-09-28T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:15:26.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aishwarya Rai on Oprah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="oprahash" border="0" alt="oprahash" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SsE1feU75XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/fpxYFt6Op0M/oprahash%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="373" height="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yay I absolutely CANNOT wait to see Aishwarya and hunky hubby Abhishek on the Oprah Show today!&amp;#160; Aishwarya looks completely stunning in a sari by Indian designer Sabyasachi.&amp;#160; Look’s like Sabyasachi has replaced Aishwarya’s once favourite designer Neeta Lulla and thank God for that!&amp;#160; (Remember Neeta’s disastrous Cannes outfits for Ash during Ash’s days as a juror?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope Aishwarya is not too reserved and diplomatic in today’s episode like she normally is on international television.&amp;#160; The episode airs locally in Vancouver at 4pm so there’s another 45 minutes to go for people like me who don’t have cable!&amp;#160; Most people who have watched it have favourable things to say but I will definitely update with my review in a bit!&amp;#160; Check this space for the update!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:1f3c220d-5b24-49a0-93ed-7aaa06ea4406" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Aishwarya+Rai" rel="tag"&gt;Aishwarya Rai&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Aishwarya" rel="tag"&gt;Aishwarya&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Abhishek" rel="tag"&gt;Abhishek&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Bachchan" rel="tag"&gt;Bachchan&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Oprah" rel="tag"&gt;Oprah&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/The+Oprah+Show" rel="tag"&gt;The Oprah Show&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Sabyasachi" rel="tag"&gt;Sabyasachi&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Cannes" rel="tag"&gt;Cannes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Neeta+Lulla" rel="tag"&gt;Neeta Lulla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-7672965263935761246?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/7672965263935761246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/09/aishwarya-rai-on-oprah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7672965263935761246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7672965263935761246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/09/aishwarya-rai-on-oprah.html' title='Aishwarya Rai on Oprah!'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SsE1feU75XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/fpxYFt6Op0M/s72-c/oprahash%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-7364786830930200131</id><published>2009-09-27T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:06:14.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG IT’S ME! :D SHARIN FOR MUCH MUSIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sr_Twws2M6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/ewzZgM1nKho/s1600-h/tisme%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-7364786830930200131?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/7364786830930200131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/09/omg-its-me-d-sharin-for-much-music.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7364786830930200131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/7364786830930200131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/09/omg-its-me-d-sharin-for-much-music.html' title='OMG IT’S ME! :D SHARIN FOR MUCH MUSIC!'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sr_Txdeye0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/oMQ_Yxt6MQY/s72-c/tisme_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-1797638826496410766</id><published>2009-08-10T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:33:12.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archie Andrews Weds Veronica Lodge?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://archie-blogs.archiecomics.com/betty/"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="a601.600" border="0" alt="a601.600" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sn_MULLHrKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xXVKOKhUGco/a601.600%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="348" height="524" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I DIDN’T KNOW HE PICKED VERONICA OVER BETTY!!!&amp;#160; How did I not know that this huge event happened?&amp;#160; I can’t believe they’re actually finally making Archie choose one or the other.&amp;#160; I wanted Archie to be with Betty initially but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that Veronica is the best choice for him.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Archie doesn’t deserve Betty.&amp;#160; Betty is such a nice, sweet, kind, loving person that she deserves someone that will love her back just as hard and worship the ground that she walks on.&amp;#160; Archie always made Betty help him with his homework, eat her baked goods, and basically used her, while treating Veronica like a princess.&amp;#160; Veronica isn’t as needy as Betty and will be able to handle the indecisive, irritating but lovable and well meaning boy that Archie is.&amp;#160; The fact that she’s rich should also help because Archie doesn’t really have any special talents other than being the cutest red headed freckled boy ever.&amp;#160; It’s a good thing that he picked Veronica and it’s a good thing that she isn’t needy or insecure.&amp;#160; After 68 years of sharing him with another woman, a woman like Betty would always have lived in fear that Archie would leave her (or worse, cheat on her) with the more glamorous and exotic Veronica.&amp;#160; Veronica on the other hand is so confident of herself that she would never dream of a man cheating on her, or leaving her, and even if Archie did she would always have Reggie!&amp;#160; If the media pressure got too high and the relationship crumbled, Betty would have been broken, whereas Veronica would likely still come out smelling of flowers so it’s a good thing that Betty was given the heartbreaking news now rather than losing him later.&amp;#160; At least she has the chance to move on now, at long last!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can’t believe they actually made him decide.&amp;#160; Apparently, they’ve set the new set of comics 5 years later, so all three have graduated from Riverdale High (tragic, I know!) and Archie might actually have a real job.&amp;#160; While it would be nice to find out what kind of job Jughead and the rest of the gang would have and in general to find out what happens to some of the most famous high school students ever, it really pains me that they’ve to me, ended the story.&amp;#160; It’s not like Barbie where they’ve always had a storyline for her (you DO know that her and Ken broke up right?&amp;#160; They’re now divorced..after 43 years of plastic perfect marriage), the Archie comics have always been set in one time period.&amp;#160; They weren’t supposed to grow up (!!) they were supposed to run tabs at Pops and drink milkshakes and go to dances forever!&amp;#160; It’s like the end of childhood!&amp;#160; The major selling point of the comics for me was the fact that you never really knew which girl he would end up with.&amp;#160; SPOILER ALERT: It’s like in Gossip Girl (the book version not the tv show) where Nate sails off into the sunset without picking either Blair or Serena…some things are just better off left to the reader to decide.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hope Betty finds someone that will treat her right and eventually I hope she’ll move on, although 68 years is a long time to love somebody ;)&amp;#160; The funny or not so funny thing is how I see this exact scenario mirrored in real life.&amp;#160; Too often is the girl who pines and worships her love overlooked when it comes down to the guy popping The Big Question.&amp;#160; Guys inevitably end up choosing the one girl who delivers excitement, the one that makes their heart race rather than beat comfortably, the one that treats them like crap but makes up for it with sweet kisses when they do something right.&amp;#160; I’m sick of girls like Betty who place their object of affection on a pedestal and ALLOW boys like Archie to have their cake and eat it too.&amp;#160; Betty’s of the world allow their Archie’s to eat up the lovely dinner they give them and then eat dessert elsewhere.&amp;#160; Yes, Veronica let Archie be with Betty as well, but she never bowed down and did things for Archie that didn’t require more effort than a swipe of a credit card.&amp;#160; Plus, she went on dates with Reggie at the same time, so it’s not like she was really ever on the losing end of the stick.&amp;#160; I mean, the fault is not with Archie, it would be with Betty.&amp;#160; Why wouldn’t a guy want the best of both worlds?&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, now that I’ve gotten over the shock of my favourite childhood love triangle cease to be a triangle anymore I just have one more thing to say:&amp;#160; Veronica Lodge, I really expected you to have a better wedding dress!&amp;#160; What the hey is that?…If they were all gung ho on the being real and ruining the fantasy world they were living in thing they could have at least put some more thought into her wedding dress.&amp;#160; Even Heidi’s (The Hills) dress was nicer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:43c89455-f53a-4748-8743-7e0ebb1e26d7" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Heidi" rel="tag"&gt;Heidi&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Hills" rel="tag"&gt;Hills&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Archie" rel="tag"&gt;Archie&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Archie+Comics" rel="tag"&gt;Archie Comics&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Archie+Andrews" rel="tag"&gt;Archie Andrews&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Veronica" rel="tag"&gt;Veronica&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Betty" rel="tag"&gt;Betty&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Veronica+Lodge" rel="tag"&gt;Veronica Lodge&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Betty+Cooper" rel="tag"&gt;Betty Cooper&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Wedding" rel="tag"&gt;Wedding&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Love" rel="tag"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-1797638826496410766?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/1797638826496410766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/08/archie-andrews-weds-veronica-lodge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/1797638826496410766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/1797638826496410766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/08/archie-andrews-weds-veronica-lodge.html' title='Archie Andrews Weds Veronica Lodge?!'/><author><name>Sharin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900575588232988490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/TOolLXh0JyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7CVZFpkh7ac/s1600-R/sharin1_bigger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/Sn_MULLHrKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xXVKOKhUGco/s72-c/a601.600%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9042911950021894391.post-6703639387743563449</id><published>2009-08-07T00:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:26:48.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Aaj Kal'/><title type='text'>Love, today.. Love Aaj Kal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SnvXNfAqdyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/nItnfm26Xz8/s1600-h/love-aaj-kal-movie-poster%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="love-aaj-kal-movie-poster" border="0" alt="love-aaj-kal-movie-poster" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_qkmPQ2TXnds/SnvXN95gl_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/IswP7ZBHzuU/love-aaj-kal-movie-poster_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="351" height="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This movie was great.&amp;#160; It really was all about love in today’s times.&amp;#160; Have you ever watched DDLJ (Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge)?&amp;#160; Have you ever thought that it was a little unrealistic because that would never really happen in today’s day and age?&amp;#160; I mean, which guy would you meet on a train ride across Europe that would fall in love with you during those few weeks.. fall in love so hard that he would follow you to India in order to break up your pre-arranged marriage?&amp;#160; It’s just not possible or realistic.&amp;#160; Love Aaj Kal is a love story for today’s generation as it deals with practicality and is actually realistic (not including the unbelievable gorgeousness of the couple and the random worker from a coffee shop that helps another random stranger with his love story and also not including the crazy song and dance sequences).&amp;#160; Other than that though, it deals with a big dilemma that many couples and singles have today– Career vs. Love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Would you choose love over career or vice versa?&amp;#160; Do you have to choose?&amp;#160; What if you did and you thought that just because you have to choose means that this isn’t your true love?&amp;#160; Do you even believe in one true love or do you just think that eventually, people get over it, and time heals all wounds?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think time does heal most wounds but sometimes people mistake time for like.. false love.. what I mean is.. someone may fall in love with someone and then heals that wound over time but thinks that that person wasn’t a true love because of the fact that they got over it!…when really.. it was time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Continue later.&amp;#160; Tullered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:b3aabb09-264c-455f-be9a-c460978b43a1" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Love" rel="tag"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Aaj" rel="tag"&gt;Aaj&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Kal" rel="tag"&gt;Kal&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Love+Aaj+Kal" rel="tag"&gt;Love Aaj Kal&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Saif+Ali+Khan" rel="tag"&gt;Saif Ali Khan&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/Deepika+Padukone" rel="tag"&gt;Deepika Padukone&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/love" rel="tag"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/today" rel="tag"&gt;today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9042911950021894391-6703639387743563449?l=www.queensharin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.queensharin.com/feeds/6703639387743563449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/08/love-today-love-aaj-kal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6703639387743563449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9042911950021894391/posts/default/6703639387743563449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.queensharin.com/2009/08/love-today-love-aaj-kal.html' title='Love, today.. 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