tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54081239186571941632024-03-18T19:55:16.459-07:00Hindi BindiUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-59618370297845620682013-08-28T22:22:00.000-07:002013-08-28T22:22:28.295-07:00Embarrassing Moments [4] <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I dedicate this embarrassing moment to a dear fan, who was concerned about the frequency of Hindi Bindi posts. Due to the entirely busy schedule that had become mine over the past year, the frequency of my posts became stagnant and since our conversation, I wasn't able to change it much, but I promised this post... and I try my best to keep my promises. I'm not keen on calling names, but Ms. Potter, you know who you are. =) <b><i>Congratulations</i></b> to you on your impeccable results and everyone else who excelled in their 2013 examinations! It took a great deal thinking about the perfect embarrassing moment to dedicate to you as I was hoping to impart a great life lesson lol. Then it hit me that you did so well in form 5, that the school would undoubtedly take you back for form 6, and although I can't guarantee you learn a great life lesson... I can almost guarantee you won't be making the same embarrassing mistakes I made in form 6. </span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> So surviving form 6 seems pretty easy apart from dreadful CAPE, but looks can be deceiving. Being in form 6 for the first time, you will definitely feel the <b><u>power rush</u></b>, I mean you're apart of a selected few who have the authority to do and say whatever you want [within reasonable limits obviously]. You have designated free periods, you have a shelf in the library that you finally qualify to borrow books from, you can be in the hallways during scheduled class times, you have BFF status with some of your teachers, you can spend your lunch times in the labs, you have younger students asking for your help, permission and finally giving you respect, you now have friends in high prefect posts to help you out a little, you get to make major decisions such as the theme your house will choose for sports day and the bazaar booth that you all will run if there isn't a disco..... should I really go on? You get the point, being in form 6 brings on a lot of responsibility but it's nothing that you can't handle without having fun... except for packing and stacking chairs in the hall =/ </span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Back in my lower 6 days, which was 3 years ago [feels old* as it felt like just yesterday =( ], I was a dedicated form sixer and felt as if would have gone to any end to make matters work for my school. <u>Save yourself</u> the embarrassment from the start, and don't go extremely out of your way and put yourself out of convenience for non-academic ventures in school, as your actions would not be greatly appreciated in the long run. That sounds like bad advice, but seriously! Say you come home on a Wednesday night with a lab due on Thursday which also happens to be a non-academic event, for which you need to make a banner because you are the 'artistic' one in form 6. You could do your lab first and then stay up as late as necessary to finish the banner, or you could complete the banner and then rush to do your lab which you probably can't complete because you're too tired and will eventually finish it off in the morning. Your biggest mistake was bringing this shitty banner home to complete all by yourself! Because let's face it, as that banner hangs above everyone's head at the event; no one is going to know exactly who did it, no one cares who did it, no one cares that you stayed up till 3 am completing it, and no one will pay more attention to it because you, 'an artist' did it, compared to if a 'non-artist' did it. And the greatest truth of it all, is that after this grand event, your 5 hours of painting and colouring will be resting sweetly in the garbage bin. Save yourself this embarrassment that comes with this form 6 responsibility, and instead of taking on this project by yourself.... during a double free gather some friends to help you even if they say that they can't paint. Firstly it'll be much more fun as you'll have the company to joke and laugh with, secondly you'll finish faster as with 4 helping friends you may finish in 1 1/2 hours leaving you with loads of time to finish your lab early and catch some sleep and thirdly, even if it's not a masterpiece nobody cares! It does it's job just fine =) Sadly I must confess that I have fallen victim to this banner shit for Sports Day, luckily I didn't have any labs due.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> As I said, I would go to any length for my school... and the lesson of this post is to not venture to too far a length as you could eventually<b> fall off a cliff and die.... o</b></span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>f</b> <b>embarrassment! </b>The second and main instalment of this post occurred when I was in lower 6. My cousin, who was fed up of the boring, lame repetitive stalls that we have every year, decided to think up something new and well I who was quite bored of our bazaars as well was quite intrigued by this new idea. So basically this idea was that we'd have a booth which would obviously be <i>Fanta-bulously</i> decorated, where people who wanted to model their outfits for bazaar and wanted to be considered the 'Best Dressed' would come and model on a podium for about 15 minutes. Within that time they would be assigned a number and other people would come in, and pay $5 to vote for their favourite outfit and we called this; L'ambiance Chic.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Like I said, my friends and I were very dedicated to this cause of creating this new stall. We tried to gather other people to help but I don't think they were particularly fond of this idea as it kind of seemed as if we were whoring out people =S. I don't think that the teachers were fond of this idea either, but somehow we got the permission... I'm not sure how it happened, but I know it happened during a free period. Now my cousin was the head planner for this as it was her idea we were working with, and well it kind of seemed like a brothel because the original idea was to "get 'good looking' models to come model and people would come and vote for their favorite". Lmao, and well the theory behind this is that "people would pay to come and see good looking people". This is really embarrassing already! Now without thinking this completely through and not yet realising how superficial this really was, we began looking for models. Now the problem is that contrary to what you may believe, not many people are keen on modelling and putting themselves up for display. While the decorating and the budget was on track....the income of willing models was not. This is when our desperate and thirsty man behaviour began as we tried to recruit people to model or else we wouldn't have a stall. We began going from class to class asking people to model... however being an all girl school, getting guys was difficult. So here's a list of embarrassing things I did in order to make our bazaar stall successful:-</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">- I was forced to give my name and contact info to this guy at lessons, who we asked to recruit models at his school for us...... He never recruited anyone!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-At a later and more desperate state, I had casually asked this same guy to model and he said yes, but never showed up......For the rest of extra classes that I had with them and probably all now; they think that I think that they are gorgeous model material.... which they aren't.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-At a much later and a much more desperate state, my cousin managed to convince me to ask people on facebook and for some crazy ass reason I put aside my sense of dignity [btw a key point to surviving form 6 is that when dealing with people that aren't from your school, never ever part with your sense of dignity] and actually starting asking guys from my chat to model for us. I can't remember how many people I asked, but I know that I was rejected my all! Never send an ugly person to do a good looking person's job! Obviously that was the prime mistake we made lol...... Now I have to live with the humiliation that several people on my facebook think that I'm crazy attracted to them as I asked them to model for me.... when that is definitely not the case.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-On the day of bazaar, a few of us partnered up and went around asking people to come to our stall and vote lol.......Desperate times call for desperate measures.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">- In the end, my friends tallied the votes and we had to present this 'Best Dressed' tie and sash that I made, to the guy and girl who got the most votes. Now time was drawing near to the end of bazaar, we had closed our stall and somebody needed to make the announcement over the sound system and well no one wanted to do it ...so I volunteered as I figured that no one would know it's me on the mic [it won't be embarrassing as nobody would see me]. By this time, the hall was crowded and they had somebody performing blah blah... They cut the music for me to make the announcement of the winners and I believe the runners up. When I volunteered for this task for some reason I thought that the winners would come outside and meet me, I completely did not think that I would have to go on stage and present the winners with their tokens while talking on the mic still and be seen by everyone.... but I did have to =| It was one of those awkward moments when you know people want you to come off the stage really fast and so while I was talking on stage my idiot level went sky high! I think I was talking really fast so that I could just get it all done with, and when you talk really fast nobody understands a word and basically you sound stupid. =|</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> After something like that, how could you not enjoy hiding at home for a three week long vacation?? Oh! I believe we managed to make $500 doing this crap lol =) So that was my advice for avoiding embarrassing moments for incoming form sixers, just in time for the start of school next week =D You're all welcome! =P Other tips include; don't get dots and don't get on your teacher's bad side... AHHHHH What the heck! You're only in lower 6 once, go ahead! Embarrass the hell out of yourself! Make wonderful lovable memories as that's what you'll have to keep you warm as you face the cold face of CAPE unit 2 =) </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-3352071804637950332013-08-17T18:24:00.001-07:002013-08-17T18:24:40.008-07:00Becoming 20<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> </span><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I turned 20 today. My teenage years have officially come to an end! And weirdly enough, I don't miss it and I'm quite accepting of this change. Maybe because the change isn't so prominent, like I'm still using the same toothbrush as I did when I was 19 for goodness sake =P. I remember last year when I turned 19; I had so many regrets, unfulfilled wishes and desires which left me with the worst feeling in the world, and I could only pacify myself with the sole accomplishment of placing on the CAPE Merit List. As a result of that, I made a promise to myself to change this and accomplish everything I wanted to do throughout my teenage years in this last final year of teen-ess. I even made a list! By the way, lists are very efficient... so I'm definitely a list mak</span><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">er now lol. I'm very proud to say that I kept this promise to myself. With a year off I had enough time to be able to accomplish many things since turning 19 last year. I worked hard to accomplish the things on my teenage list, that it almost makes sense to turn 20 now; so that I can start a new chapter of my life and make a new list.</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> In my last year of teen-ess, I managed to:-</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Get my drivers license.... but still not allowed to drive =|</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Learn to drive both right hand and left hand cars....... and still not allowed to drive!</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Somewhat dye my hair a crayz colour... but I learned that dying your hair isn't everything it's cut out to be...it was pink for a while but black is more professional.</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">- Finally clean/pimp my room.... so that I could actually walk on the other side of the room lol.</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Write SAT's and 2 SAT subjects..... I wonder why I didn't do this after writing CXC :S</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Write BMAT.... never had I felt so stupid but I did manage to score really high in the essay! But then again I don't know anyone who hasn't :/</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Write CXC Physics and get a distinction.... I'm so proud of this because in September my mother tried to put me in lessons and everyone refused me. I remember talking to this one lessons teacher in particular and when I said that the only topic in Physics that I know is graphs, he told me that it is impossible for me to learn the entire form 4 and 5 syllabus in 4 months. Well with the help of my friends and a brave lessons teacher that we only came to know in the middle of December, I was able learn everything in one month =D Take that mean teacher man! hmph.</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Attain two scholarships.... open government schol and an admissions schol from UoT, lolz even though the University of Toronto one isn't so big, it makes me feel better about myself =P lol lol.</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Get into medical school... =D Med school is very hard to get into btw!!! sigh*</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Get my hair cut properly..... and re-grow it lol.</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Start learning classical Indian dance......... key word is learning lol.</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Umm.. Read 7 books so far this year..... lolz that's a lot, I usually read like 3 books a year =| </span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Umm...Try sushi... and love it.</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Actually play Holi... on public grounds with strangers..... way too much freaks for my liking lol.</span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">-Raise a baby parrot... :D she's too adorable... well at least I believe it's a she....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Well obviously I didn't too many 'cool' things this year, but at least I got some stuff done and I have no regrets...which is a most awesome feeling. However there are things I haven't managed to do like write a book, which is something I always wanted to do before turning 20.... It was hard not accomplishing it at first but even though my teen-ess is over and I won't be noted as an amazing teen writer... life goes on still, and I could still be the next Rowling perhaps?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Within a year I was able to learn so much and I had time to think and look at life from my perspective not society's perspective. When I was 18, falling in love and doing crazy teenager things seemed to be the things that made you a normal eighteener. But now I know that there's more to life than falling in love and having a great love story. Eventually I realised that it wasn't about silly stories that I couldn't tell and more about stories that I would want to tell... stories that if the world knew I could hold my head up with pride. And that became more important than having many little stories that I could never tell anyone. Over this time, I learnt that setting goals for yourself is most important, or else you would have spent the time wandering aimlessly. I've learnt that any relationship involving people should be discussed between them to prevent misconceptions of where the relationship stands. I've learnt that no matter how badly you try to prevent it, things will always change, including yourself, so be gracious and accepting about it. I've learnt that the only people you can truly count on is yourself and God. I've learnt that the key to making delicious, melt in your gulab jamoon is using less flour ( yea I'm somewhat of an expert now lol). I've learnt that guys don't care about your face, for them it's all about the body. I've learnt that the phrase 'the truth will set you free' is most accurate, no matter how biblical it sounds. I've learnt that not everyone that you're fond of will have your best interest at heart, so learn how to identify those people so you can keep a safe distance. I've learnt that confidence is really what makes and breaks a person and as cheesy as it may be; your inner thoughts really are reflected outwards. I've learnt that the proper way to wash your hair is to actually massage your scalp, not scrub. For the longest time I wanted to be 'popular'... oh dear God I feel like this should be an embarrassing moments post but anyway, might as well continue. For the longest time I wanted to be 'popular' for the same reason everyone wants to be popular and well I guess from the start of time I was never popular people material so my dream of popularity was never attained. It's only now I realise that I shouldn't have wasted my time trying to be popular but rather have realised my nerdiness earlier and work towards being more successful and skilled to have an impressive resume. So the summary of this lesson is to be yourself and don't pretend to be something you're not, especially if it's counter productive. I've learnt that being independent is very important for survival but breaking away and leaving your parents is as difficult as self dependency itself. So to decrease the difficulty of moving away from your parents, slowly learn to do things for yourself over time, this is great advice for those of you planning to study away from home. For introvert people like myself, I've learnt to not be afraid of stepping out of my comfort zone as there's so much out there, you just need to be brave. And lastly, many people learn from their mistakes, however I try to limit my embarrassing moments these days and I find it wiser to learn from the mistakes of others. Obviously this last lesson requires judgement as you can't watch your friend marry their first love and have their marriage end in a divorce and tell yourself that you won't marry your first love as the same may happen to you. However you can see that their spouse was an adulterer and know not to marry that person as it would be lead to the same outcome........ unless they were cheating on your friend with you because what you both had was real unlike their marriage to your friend. In a case like that you are a horrible friend, and well in the end if they could cheat on your friend they could cheat on you... which brings us back to my lesson of learning from the mistakes of others which is what this post is somewhat about, all of you learning from me =). </span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I hope that these lessons would have somehow helped you and made an impact on you as it did on me. I started this post on my birthday and I'm finally posting it now, some weeks after so please forgive that. Another goal of mine that I didn't get to complete before turning 20 is completing 100 blog posts... but it is now my goal to complete that before heading off to university, so stay tuned =). For those of you turning 20, Happy Birthday and may the start of this new decade move you closer towards the person you want to be and bring you your heart's desires =)</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-79762469308278917692013-06-13T19:25:00.002-07:002013-06-14T20:45:56.536-07:00Grads Dresses: 2013 Fashions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> It's that time again, when we feel a little older and a little more accomplished knowing that we just ended another chapter of our life. And to celebrate the end of this undoubtedly huge chapter, what could be more appropriate than Grads? However, we all know that choosing a dress for Grads can be a terrible pain in the 'arsenal', especially if you're like me and tend to have many favorites. A great example of how horrible I am is the fact that, if you asked me to choose my favorite dress out of all that are in this post.... I won't be able to choose just one! AsI have chosen all my favorites for this.=S</span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Since I love you, I'm going to try and make life a bit easier for you, and let you know what you what before you enter the stores, so that you don't go gaga for everything. Usually I do colour posts, about which colour is best for you----> <a href="http://hindibindi.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html" target="_blank">if you missed it, and don't know what colour you should wear, click here!</a> But this time, to have you in the know and all fashionable this year, we're going to discuss the latest trends for Grads 2013.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> So this year it's all about <i>standing out</i>, <b>being bold</b>, <u>different </u></span><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and capturing the attention of the entire room and you would see this as the reason for many of the other trends this year. Wearing a golden dress would certainly make you the belle of the ball. It has been trending on the red carpet this year as well, making it not as much as a fashion crime as you would have thought. <i>Que: all gold everything</i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><i> </i><b>#Pro Tip: Gold works well with all complexions</b>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> Yup, square necklines, v necklines, round necklines, asymmetrical necklines are all out... ok not the asymmetrical necklines. Those are in! But more importantly so are Sweetheart necklines! Sweetheart necklines have always made dresses look cuter and it's not hard to find a bra to wear with. However, if you're on the DD spectrum of the scale, this might not be the best cut for as it will just push <i>everything</i> up, edging your look further away from classy. </span><b><span style="color: #38761d;">#ProTip: Sweet heart necklines compliment any chest, giving a curvier top figure.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> We're always advised to add a pop of colour to accent our outfits and now we're going past that inch and taking a whole yard. This year it's all about being bold and standing out, and you can't do it better than a bold brightly coloured dress! Or a lovely innocently pastel coloured dress. Anything's better than a washed out beige this year. We have some lovely in colours for 2013, so you can choose from those if you'd like. My fav is definitely grayed jade. </span><b><span style="color: #38761d;"># Pro Tip: Find your perfect colour and rock it, here's your chance to have fun with it and not seem like a crazy person.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> It's all about blinding the hell out of your classmates this year. The shinier the sequins, the better! I love sparkly Grads dresses just because they're so party-ish and fun and this year they're definitely in style.</span><b><span style="color: #38761d;"> # Pro Tip: If your dress is sparkly, you can save money on accessories as they wouldn't have to be as eye catching as your dress. Simple pearl stud's can do your dress justice.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> So perhaps you're not so big on the whole </span><i style="color: #6aa84f;">lot's of Sequins</i><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> idea, but have no fear. You can downsize your bling factor, and settle for an embellished bustier this year. The bottom half of your dress says classy and the top half says party! A perfect mix of both worlds.</span><b><span style="color: #38761d;"> # Pro Tip: embellished bustiers save you money as you wouldn't need to buy a fancy necklace, and they also draw attention to the bust for a more busty appearance.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> Embroidered print dresses are a great subtle, yet eye catching substitute for sequins. So take your pick between the two. Prints don't scream party but they sure look classy. </span><b><span style="color: #38761d;">#Pro Tip: Large prints make you look larger and small prints make you look smaller, so strategize!</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> Spice up a plain simple dress with a wonderful necklace. Notice the trend here? Splurge on the dress and save on the necklace, save on the dress and splurge on the necklace! Go ahead and choose a necklace that's flattering and comfortable to wear. </span><b><span style="color: #38761d;"># Pro Tip: With a fancy necklace, there's no need for earrings.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">The Ombre; it looked hot on your hair, it looked hot on your nails and you're damn right if you're thinking that it'll look hot on your Grads dress too! It's a great way to have fun with not just colour but colours. </span><b><span style="color: #38761d;">#Pro Tip: You don't have to choose just one colour and you can accesorize using the most minimal colour on the dress rather than the most prominent colour.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The high slit is back! If you can't decide between a short dress and a long dress, then this is a great way to have the best of both worlds.You get to cover your legs and show your legs through the night. While the high low dress does provide this same luxury, this is it's classy alternative. </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;">#P</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;">ro</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-weight: bold;">Tip: You can just shave the leg closest the slit and leave the other as no one would see it =P </span><span style="color: #93c47d;"><i><!-------><!-------><!-------></i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Despite having so many embarrassing moments, it seems that I am reluctant to share them with you, as this is only my third post. When I started my blog, I figured that at this time I would be at post 21 not 3. You all must understand that embarrassing moments are embarrassing and it takes a lot of courage to share them. Even now when I look back at previous posts I feel embarrassed and sorry for myself lol. <i>But what's a girl to do?</i> Many of my embarrassing moments have stemmed from my utter stupidity and lack of being a normal social being, but today I bring to you embarrassing moments which stem from my temper. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> My first story it set about two years ago in Trinidad. One summer, my friends and I were at this 'Science camp', and that meant that we had to spend a week away from home. It was night time, and one of my best friends and I decided that we should go and sleep fairly early. As we approached the door to enter the building leaving everyone behind, this guy calls out to my friend. We had spoken to him before and he was friendly enough, and well I wasn't dumb enough to not realise that he was interest in my friend. I'm guessing that she didn't f</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">eel the same way.... After he calls out and gets her attention, he boldly asks her, "<b>Do</b></span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> </b></span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>you</b> </span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>have a ba</b></span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>by?</b>" in a very non-sarcastic tone. <i>I'm not sure why, but this infuriated me! </i><b>I have no idea what was going on in my head</b> but somehow I managed to think that he had realised that she was not interested in/rejecting him and this was his way of getting back at her. Asking her if she was a victim of teenage pregnancy, so as to justify her not wanting him as she already had a man and a baby.<span style="font-size: large;"> "W</span></span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">hat the hell?? Why would you ask her if she had a baby??!</span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Does she look like she had a baby to you?!" I blurted in a scolding manner. Ok well I may or may not have said those exact words but something close to it. I really can't quote myself but let's pretend I said that for the sake of the story. I was ready to argue when I realised that both of them were just watching me with a 'WTF' expression plastered on their face. If memory serves me right he replied, " I didn't ask her that." "So what did you ask her?"I asked meanly. "I asked her if she has a </span><b style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><u>bb </u></b><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">[ blackberry]." Wellll I definitely felt stupid as the two of them carried on their exchange of words like decent human being without my input. I think I apologized, I'm not entirely sure... but I'm entirely sure that he thinks I'm crazy. Even my friend thought I was crazy, so I could only imagine what was going on in his head.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> My second story happened about a year ago. I have a feeling I might regret typing this, but that's why there's a delete button. <i>Sigh</i>*<i> takes a de</i></span><i style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ep breath</i><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">* ok well it was my cousin's second Sunday. If you're not familiar with Hindu Weddings, you should know that the wedding takes place on a Sunday and during the week the bride will come back to her parents house and on the following Sunday [i.e the Second Sunday] the groom and his family will come to the bride's house to take her away to his house. And well it's a custom that the bride's family would powder the groom's family for taking her away from them... but apparently that is a dying tradition.</span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> It was time for them to leave and my family brought out the powder and all of them were too scarred to powder the new in-laws, so they sent me because I was the brave one. The fact that I was the brave one is really something because if you know me, you would have never used that word to describe me. I remember doing this for my aunt's wedding and it was super fun as it was sort of like a white phagwa. So I ran wit the powder bottle to sprinkle powder on them and well with the wind blowing most of the powder didn't land on them. And for some reason they didn't want powder on them as if powder would have stained??!?! or as if it was hard to dust off!?! My whole family watched from the balcony as the groom's bulky older brother who's married and has a child, forcefully snatched the powder from my hands and held me down and began pouring it on my face so that I can barely breathe, with an awful grin on his face. This pissed me off greatly! Because I'm a little girl compared to him and this is tradition, if he has a problem then I think he should have stayed home, also he broke my princess Santa hat. Secondly, I'm not lying, this guy looks like Ravana the Demon King and so that bothered me mentally as I always saw him as a force of evil. Thirdly I did not feel that he had any right to hold me down and I felt it was rather in appropriate and I felt unsafe. So I did one of the most regrettable things... I kicked this man where the <i>sun do</i></span><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>n't </i></span><i style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">shine </i><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">in front of everybody, my anger towards him fuelling my strength. The embarrassing part of this was not just his stupid actions towards me but also the look on everyone's face when I realized that they were all still watching. I felt like I had no choice but to defend myself in the way I did and I may most likely fight again to defend myself. But I figured if put in the situation again, I'll just follow my dainty cousins and just sit back and watch one of my best cousins leave and not powder anyone so as to avoid the whole scenario, because from that day on the groom and his family hated me and I feel as if my actions have affected my cousin negatively in her new home. However I can't undo the past to get that second chance, so I can just apologize and hope to live it down... although I doubt that'll ever happen as my other cousin [ the bride's brother] always reminds me of the event. So... to my cousin and her husband and her in-laws... I'm greatly sorry for wanting to powder people and to Ravana.... I apologize, but you didn't have to be such a dumbass in the first place, you cud have just taken the powder like everyone else and dust yourself off after, but no you had to be a giant bum hole and do what you did. And to my family.... why the hell didn't any of you step in?! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> <span style="color: #674ea7;">We've all tragically fallen victim to bad hair days, and the worst thing about bad hair days.... is that they're <b>unexpected</b>! From mine own experience, I can say that my hair is the worst when it matters! It's the most awful thing when you're getting ready to go to a grand event such as a wedding and your hair won't straighten and only keeps frizzing instead! That's pretty much the story of my life and I've learnt quite a lot, so I'm here to help =)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> <i> <b>Having beautiful hair is really essential to looking groomed.</b></i> You can have perfect make-up and a gorgeous outfit, but if your hair looks like crap;<b> dry and over processed,</b> it all goes down hill from there. Whereas on the contrary, if you had beautiful hair, you would look amazing and be more confident, you can even get away with very amateur makeup to top it off. So to help prevent bad hair days and treat bad hair days, I'm telling you my secrets, as I've become somewhat of an<b><i> hair extraordinaire</i></b> as I try to fix my own hair. These tips are all wallet friendly or organic concoctions that you can do yourself, because salon products are quite costly. Also, it would be a fairly simple blog if I just decided to name drop, which I won't do because that's silly and I want everyone to be able to share in the joys of my secret to beautiful hair. However, I do use store bought products in my hair, none of them will be mentioned here, so if you're curious... feel free to ask me. These are all quick remedies for your hair, keep in mind that they won't cure unhealthy hair. Many times when you're looking for hair care tips, you find things about <i>drinking lots of water to keep hydrated, quit smoking, don't drink too much alcohol, start exercising etc. Yada! Yada! Yada!</i> Even though those are very good points that we should all follow in our lives.... <i>'ain't nobody got time for that'</i> when you have an hour or two to get ready and your hair's gone all <i>Wild Wild West/ Book Hermione.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> So I'll begin with the most common hair trauma to hit all seven continents... <b>FRIZZ</b>. Usually, in my younger days I would use any hair shine product to try and tame my hair, however that would never work for me. I would keep applying more and more because it seemed as if my hair was just absorbing it and remaining frizz, until a point came when it seemed to work.... but by then it would be over saturated and I'd have flat greasy hair [despite just washing my hair yesterday]. Your hair frizzes because it's dry and seeks moisture in the form of water from the air, so to really cure frizz you need to hydrate your hair and seal in that hydration, so that it's not thirsty for atmospheric water, and also stay away from heat which will ultimately dry out your hair.</span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One of the best ways to moisturize your hair, is to use a leave-in-conditioner. It leaves your hair feeling silky smooth, manageable and also <u>FRIZZ FREE</u>. There are many leave in conditioners on the market, and you can purchase one from your favourite hair care line. A natural alternative is simply using coconut oil. Rubbing a small amount of coconut oil in your palms, and then uniformly applying to your wet locks from the base of your neck till the ends of your hair, will leave you with soft, frizz free hair when it dries. It is necessary to use oil sparingly as it is really easy to apply too much and make your hair so oily that the strands will clump together like wet dreads. Indians have long used coconut oil for their hair and we've all seen the results of that. Be sure to use a high grade coconut oil, like the one used for cooking and not the low grade one used for lighting lamps/deyas. Another recipe for a leave-in-conditioner is<i> 1/4 cup jojoba oil</i> and<i> 1 tbsp olive oil</i>. Jojoba revitalizes and hydrates hair, whilst olive oil hydrates and tames frizz and fly-aways. A few drops of lavender oil will fragrant the mixture nicely. It should be stored in a dark coloured bottle, preferably kept in the fridge and should be lightly applied/massaged to damp hair from root to end.</span></li>
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> <a href="http://www.organicauthority.com/delicious-beauty/diy-homemade-hair-mask-hair-treatment.html">De-Frizz Your Hair Mask</a></span></strong></h4>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The only thing worst that frizzy hair, is having flat oily hair. Oily hair is so annoying because when your hair is oily it falls flat on your face, you look sick and you can't do anything to make it look better besides wash it! Hair will get oily as the hair roots secrete oils and we also add oils to tame our hair, as a result of all this oil, the hair on the head slicks back while the ends are finally looking the way we want them to. If you have naturally oily hair, then you would want to stay away from adding anything oil based as well as shampoos& conditioners which add oil. I'm no stranger to oily hair and I can tell you it's aggravating. Sometimes you may have forgotten to wash your hair and then thinking you can get away with it.... you realise it's <i>too oily to style</i> decently and you can't go and wash it quickly because you don't have time to tame that beast. Well you need to get rid of that oil! And get rid of it fast.. how to do so?</span></div>
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<li><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So whether your hair got oily and you don't have time to wash it, or if you washed your hair and added way too much essential oils, you can try this home-made dry shampoo recipe which will absorb the oils. Mix together <span style="background-color: white; border: none; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i>1 tablespoon of cornstarch</i></span><span style="background-color: white; border: none; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">, <i>4 </i></span><span style="background-color: white; border: none; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i>tablespoons of water</i></span><span style="background-color: white; border: none; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and </span><span style="background-color: white; border: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i style="line-height: 20px;">1 tablespoon of rubbing alcohol</i><span style="line-height: 20px;"> in a spray bottle and just spray where hair is most oily. Be careful not to drench your hair with the mixture, just dampen and shake bottle before spraying. After spraying, use your blow dryer on low heat to dry it so that you can style your hair and get on with your busy schedule. Or you can let it dry naturally.</span></span></span></li>
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<strong><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://www.organicauthority.com/delicious-beauty/diy-homemade-hair-mask-hair-treatment.html">A Thickening Mask for Massive Volume</a></span></strong></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why beer? <i>Well, beer has properties that help to thicken the hair, giving the appearance of fullness and volume. It also contains proteins that provide shine and strength. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> <span style="color: #0b5394;">Firstly, I'd like to congratulate everyone on their CAPE/CXC examination results! So <b>CONGRATULATIONS!!!</b> Looks like being more religious this year to thank God for my results last year really paid off for this year as well =) <3 I must say that I was really surprised and grateful for my results,because for me it wasn't so easy and thus I can undoubtedly say that the only thing more difficult than exams is .... being <i>Good Looking.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Yes, I may be a honorary Ugly person, but I am also a self-proclaimed Good Looking person, and I can tell you that it is no walk in the park. It's a hard life, and people always assume that you have the best of everything just because you're Good Looking. We may not have the best of everything but we almost always get our way just because of our Good Looks, but damn! It just isn't easy! Before I was a self-proclaimed Good Looking person, I would always assume that their life was perfect and that everyone loved them and that if I was Good Looking, things would finally be easier. But now that I am a self-proclaimed Good Looking person, I see that having the perfect life, and being loved by everyone is part of the package but it isn't so easy. It's as if I've brought the 11th plague upon myself. Imagine a world where you have nothing to wear, because you're<i> too sexy for your shirt</i>! <b>The horror!</b> Being Good Looking is quite stressful, and yes I've never actually experienced the stresses of being a Good looking person since I'm not,[I know it's difficult, through practice simulations =P] but I've done my research to bring to you the Top 10 Good Looking People Problems, in a very random order, just so you'll know that beauty like this is more a curse than a gift.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">GLPP#1 - Be A Model.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> So imagine yourself casually walking down the road and someone randomly stops you and says, "Oh my God! You have the perfect height and body, and your bone structure is amazing! You're so Good Looking, you should be a model!". Ok yes, it's flattering <strike> the first </strike> <i>every</i> time, but gosh is it annoying?! I mean yes being a model looks nice and all, but just because people are Good Looking, it doesn't mean you want to flaunt your body for the world to see! Good Looking people have dreams of becoming highly respected business men and women, doctors, lawyers, engineers etc., where they get to cover themselves up with suits, scrubs, lab coats and coveralls. They have these high dreams and aspirations but does anyone ever stop them to say, " Holy Shit!!! You have the perfect look to be a doctor!!!", NOOOOooo..... To make matters worse, people are always entering you name into beauty pageants and competitions just because they know you're Good Looking and will win, but they never stop to ask if this is what you want to do. It's almost as if you have no control over your own life! Priyanka Chopra is a fine example of this, as her mother and brother nominated her for <i>Miss World</i> despite her being busy and working hard towards being an engineer. Did she win? <b>Yes</b>. But despite her having won the Miss World title, and becoming a most popular and well famed Bollywood actress backed by many awards, and having her own solo album...... it was done against her will all because of her<i> Good Looks.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #0b5394;">GLPP#2 - Stalkers.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> That word says it all! <b>Stalkers</b>... You know you're officially Good Looking when you've got yourself some stalkers. It might seem really creepy at first but it takes some getting used to. It's part of the natural cycle of life; ugly person sees really Good Looking person and crushes on them majorly, but yet they're too shy and scared to approach that person because they know that they'll get rejected and nobody likes to get rejected, so instead of undergoing the humiliation they just stand from a far and admire the Good Looks. All Good Looking people have stalkers, and well yes it's freaky, but you need to learn to cope with this very natural part of life. Stalkers can vary; some just admire from Facebook pictures, some like hard copies of pictures so they can kiss and so they build a shrine and well others like the action live so they'd follow you around your daily life, sometimes with a camcorder to record some action for keepsakes. It's a dangerous life, but your Good Looks enslave you to such generous service. Tough luck.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #0b5394;">GLPP#3 - Everyone Flirts.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Parties are the usual place where drunk guys and gals like to flirt up a storm, but when you're Good Looking, people don't need to be drunk! As soon as you enter the party, everyone's on you like a fly on shit. You made the worst mistake of not coming with a date, so everyone knows you're single and wants to dance with you, people are even winking at you from the far far end of the room. Bringing a date wouldn't have helped your situation at all, since people act as if your date isn't even there. And well it doesn't stop at the night life, <b>IT'S EVERYWHERE!</b> Everywhere you go, people want a go at your sexiness. The cashiers are flirting with you, the gas attendants, the vagrants, even people of the same gender! It's really ridiculous and makes having a love life difficult as your lover will always feel insecure about the relationship.If you're single and you're looking for someone it's perfect conditions to really scope the scene but then you have to pretend not to notice the butt ugly ones to avoid hurting their feelings. At least you can get a few free drinks, refills and gum from life... it's not much but it will have to suffice for your screwed up love life.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> <i>With Good Looks, comes great responsibility</i> said a wise man once, somewhere on this Earth. He didn't go down in history for some weird reason, but he definitely knew what he was talking about. With Good Looks comes popularity, the hottest guy/girl you know, expensive gifts from admirers that want to impress you, you get chosen first for good things, all this and much more. Having all these things that so many people desire dearly, makes you a target for envy. Everyone envies you and what you have and they want to be just like you, in hopes that they will soon get what you have. You may even start to notice people copying your style, it's not really that you're a fashion prodigy but because people are trying to be just like you. Jealous people aren't always creepy in the good way that they want to be like you, they are those creepy in the bad way that wish you die and that you wake up with warts on your face. They wait at the sidelines waiting for you to get fat and ugly, because beauty isn't permanent and they know it.... unless you can afford a good plastic surgeon. It's really scary and nerve wrecking to be in the center of such negative energy that it really messes with your mind. There's no way to combat jealously, unless you became unGood Looking... but <b>that's impossible</b>.... so you must live a life of misery.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> It's not out of reason that Good Looking people can be stupid. Many people have the theory that ugly people are smart because they need something to get by on; they need intellect to get high paying jobs to make lots of money to attract a spouse. But Good Looking people get spouses without trying, heck they get a lot of things without trying. Hence it proves that Good Looking people don't need to get/be smart to succeed in life and therefore many people believe that Good Looking people are all stupid since they've seen a lot of not-so-smart Good Looking people. That generalisation hurts since there are quite a few really Good Looking people who are incredibly smart! They're topping their classes, acing the shit out of tests, attending Harvard and what not, all while being so Good Looking it hurts. It is quite hurtful to 5 billion people that you possess these two coveted attributes,... but who cares about them? What really hurts is that nobody thinks you're smart just because you're Good Looking! They talk to you like you're an idiot, and referring to #1, they don't think you can do anything but look pretty, so they never expect you to do something where a lot of thinking is involved despite you being more than capable.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Making friends can be pretty difficult, but that is definitely not the case when you're Good Looking. You have people following you around, sucking up to you, and practically begging you to be your friend. However, it's difficult knowing who's really going to be there when the going gets rough. When it comes to friends, the term <u>quality over quantity</u> definitely applies, but it's so hard for you to determine who are your really good friends since everyone is so busy trying to be on your good side to maintain the relationship. This is probably one of the most difficult things about being Good Looking, since the only way to find out who'll be there with you through thick and thin, is when you're actually going through a crisis! And by that time you would have probably hurt the people that matter most, been abandoned for dead by those whom you thought cared and drowning in your troubles probably so far out that you can't be rescued. No one can out run fake friends, it's just that Good Looking people have to deal with 15 times the amount of fake friends than that of the average person, and that is far from pleasant.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> William Shakespeare once said that if <em>Music be the food of love, play on</em>. Music speaks to the soul on a level that words cannot and hence that is why there are sooo many love songs out today. Finding songs that aren't about a significant other; either someone you love, someone you're crushing on, someone who broke your heart, a friend with benefits, someone doing something that stirs up passionate feelings, can be a very daunting task. Since there are soooo many songs about love and break ups, it's really difficult to be a Good Looking person amidst music. Good Looking people counteract Shakespeare, wishing that Music which fuels love must stop. These are strong feelings, but from their stand in life, love songs and breakup songs make no sense and are a waste of time. Good Looking people rarely fall in love, because like normal human beings they're always looking for someone better than them and well since they're so Good Looking, such is impossible to come across, therefore they can't relate to all this mushy gushy crap about seeing someone, and having your heart race out of your chest and your breathing increasing so much that it almost stops altogether. And if they never fall in love, you could understand why breakup songs are completely ridiculous to them. Plus if a Good Looking person were to fall in love by some miracle, they would be the one dumping as Good Looking people are never dumped and this further more proves why they would think breakup songs to be completely pointless. Love songs fuel the soul, I guess they keep us dreaming and they comfort us in times when words don't seem to do, and unfortunately Good Looking people will never get to experience this and the magic of Taylor Swift.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">GLPP#8 - No Relaxation.</span><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Mostly everyone desires alone time, and frankly we need alone time to reflect upon our actions, rejuvenate our minds by reading a book or by taking a nice cat nap. Honestly we need that solitude to keep ourselves from injuring people, even if it's once a week just for half an hour. It can really do a lot for you. However being Good Looking provides such a busy schedule that it's difficult to find time for yourself. People are always following you around, you're always invited to parties; which seem to happen every other day, people are always inviting you to go out with them to hang out, people are stalking you constantly, you have to go to your sports practice or club meetings, you're swamped by work, people keep asking you out on dates, modelling agencies are always ringing your phone off the hook, you have to shop for new outfits every weekend either to keep your clothes as fresh as your looks or a friend wants your Good Looking opinion.... should I go on or do you get the point? Basically Good Looking people are so busy all the time, they have <strong>noooo </strong>time for themselves, they're like Mother Theresa's spawns. These wonderfully beautiful creatures, must suffer the hustle and bustle of the day, every day without a single minute to keep to themselves to maintain their sanity..... and all for the sake of the people.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"> </span><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now pretty much everyone has tried to play Cupid in their life, setting up so called "<em>Perfect</em>" mismatched couples and seeing how that plays out. Some of us are actually successful and do actually create a perfect and loving couple. But when you're Good Looking, being a match maker usually has a complicated ending. The problem arises when you're setting your friend up with someone whom you think is perfect for them, and while you're getting to know this person to tell them about your friend [sometimes even before this]..... BAM! That someone is in love with you, crushing on you instead. You become part of a creepy love triangle where you're friend's supposed new partner is crushing on you and not you're friend because your Good Looks are irresistible. Matters are made worse when your friend has been crushing on the person you were supposed to be setting them up with, for a while. This is the kind of thing that ruins friendships, especially if the friend is ugly. And well we all know that it's the ugly friend that needs you to hook them up, or else they would have had someone by now. With Good Looks like yours, it's hard to not break up already existing relationships and creating new ones seems like an evenly matched task........ is that a match made in Heaven?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Life transforms into the biggest bitch when you realise that you're one of a kind and there won't be another as Good Looking as you. Yes there are other 'Good Looking' people out there, but they aren't as Good Looking as you, <strong>no one could ever be as Good Looking as you </strong>or could anyone ever be worthy of your Good Lookingness other than yourself. And so many sleepless nights are spent crying over the fact that you can't date yourself. Whether you accept it or not you'll have to settle for someone ugly as everyone is below you, and that is just a bummer considering your astounding Good Looks.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> And there you have it, the seemingly only 10 problems there are to being Good Looking. This just goes to prove that <em>All that Glitters is not Gold</em> [ I'm on a roll with Shakespeare tonight]. Good Looking people, I sympathize with you and, Ugly people count your blessings. This post was started a while back and I finally took the initiative to finish it! Happy 2013 as this is somewhat my unofficial first post for the new year. The year is still fresh, so good luck with all your endeavours and being Good Looking.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-7420427849467479452012-11-27T00:03:00.000-08:002012-11-27T00:03:11.272-08:00Violence Against Women<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> In honour of <b>UNESCO's International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women</b>, which is recognized on the 25th of November, I have come to blog about violence against women. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I haven't much to say, so this should be rather short because I wouldn't want to waste your time repeating all the usual things </span><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">about stopping </span><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">violence</span><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> now and gender equality etc. despite their importance. However I do come to make two points.</span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The first, is something you all may know already; </span><i style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the way a man treats his mother is the way he'll treat you</i><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">. I find it so necessary to bring up this point, because I feel that a lot of young ladies these days blindly go into relationships and end up with the worst end of the stick. The reasoning behind this statement, is that a boy spends his whole life with his mother and by extension, his sister/s and while growing up he can either respect them as equals or treat them like shit. However he treats these important women in his life, is how he will treat his future wife as these customs and this behaviour have been apart of him forever and qualities like that hardly ever change, and it takes very little to send them back to their former selves if they do 'reform'. So I beg, that in our struggle to eliminate violence against women, that young ladies keenly observe their future spouse and ask questions to truly know what they are getting themselves into. Trust me, it's not always obvious, as I know a guy, Zack, who pretends to be a nice guy. He's only 15 and has the worst temper, and often explodes; he curses his mother and hits his sister but if you ever hear him talk on the phone with his girlfriend, you'd wonder if this is the same monster. And his devious mind is surely at work as he pretends to be a loving and caring son and brother only while on the phone with his girlfriend to put on a show. What a good show indeed, because she's surely fooled by his trickery and wouldn't listen to a good word of mine.</span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> And that brings me to my other point; I have told you the previous story, which by all means is completely true, even though it was embarrassing for me to type and inform you all that I know such an arsehole. In preparing and thinking about writing this blog, I truly had an internal battle of whether to state this or not and even how to state it because I was embarrassed and I'd like to think that along with fear, embarrassment is what also keeps violence going. The embarrassment of knowing an abuser and of being abused is really tremendous, and it coerces you to keep it a secret. It's being consumed by the shame that one could be so weak to let someone take advantage of them, and the fear of being judged for letting this happen. But I want to say that the time for fear and embarrassment must come to an end, and it is time for a revolution. Why should those who have been abused be embarrassed, when those who abuse are much worse. Abusers are the ones that should be cowering in shame to show their faces, they should be afraid of people knowing the horrible acts that they are capable of. It is the fear of the abused that keeps abusers going and keeps them thinking that they are strong and in complete control, and this must end. It is a cycle where the abuser is afraid of letting people know what he does, that if the abused does say something, the abuser will strike again, leaving the abused in greater fear. It's a complicated topic that is beyond my resolve, but I do believe that if we create a loving and understanding environment for those that are abused, they could be more comfortable in disclosing their stories. Let's not move backwards in time and have women cowering in the shadows of their male counterparts but rather let us move forward where equality is real. Let us reform our society, free from stereotyped roles of masculinity and femininity, so that we can be equals amongst each other living without violence.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-55922953643137701982012-10-25T11:48:00.001-07:002012-10-25T14:34:01.738-07:00Le Francais de Google<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Ok, go ahead and hate me!!! I know that I haven't blogged since forever and that's a total breech on the promise that I made about 2 months ago. But in my defence, so much has happened, I need to start thinking ahead and applying to universities and with that comes....... <b>more exams!</b> Yea, so even though I've finished school... <i>school hasn't finished with me!</i> <b>The horror!</b> So I've been trying to get my shit together, and right now I'm taking a break from my shit altogether so I'm blogging!! Yay!! </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I come to you today with the most meaningless post in the world! Last year I did a post entitled, <i>El Espanol de Google</i>...a phrase of which it's meaning, I have no clue of... but if you haven't seen it before, you can check it out now----> <a href="http://hindibindi.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-espanol-de-google.html">http://hindibindi.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-espanol-de-google.html</a> . So as I mentioned previously, I learned both French and Spanish... and Hindi at some point in my life, but that's really far back and all I can remember is how to say my name; <i>mere nam becky hai</i>. And I don't even think I spelt that correct, or if it the sentence structure is correct to begin with =S So Hindi is definitely out of the question especially since Google Translate doesn't Translate Hindi, and since I did a post for Spanish I figured why not do one for French! YAY! So, I used to do French, I love French but it has been some time since I've actually had the need to speak French so, it' quite rusty....<b>VERY RUSTY!</b> Hence forth this is the perfect timing to do this post and put the very little of what I remember to work; as a result, make a fool out of myself for not remembering a language which I took over five years trying to learn, merely for your entertainment. I'm a sweetheart, I know! So this works just like the Spanish one; I'll write original lines from songs, translate it to French using my knowledge and then we use the incredible Google Translate to translate it back and see what happens. This is going to be horrendously embarrassing if my French is way 'out of the galaxy' off =S, but let's not delay this suffering any longer. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">1. Original Line: </i>Oh what you think about that? Now you know how I feel. Say you can handle my love; Are you for real?</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;"> My French: </i>Oh, c'est quoi tu pense ce ca? Maintenant te sais comment je touche. Dit que tu peux controle mon amour; c'est tu es vrai?</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;"> Google Translate: </i>Oh, what is it you think that? Now you know how I touch. Says you can control my love; is true you are?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">2. Original Line: </i>With a taste of your lips I'm on a ride. You're Toxic, I'm slipping under.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;"> My French: </i>Avec le gout de ta bouche je suis sur une journee. Tu es Toxique, je suis tombe de bas. </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i> Google Translate: </i></b>With the taste of your lips I'm on a day. You're toxic, I'm falling low.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">3. Original Line: </i>When I look into your eyes, it's like watching the night sky or a beautiful sunrise.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;"> My French: </i>Quand je regarde tes yeux, c'est comme regardent la ciel soir or une tres belle soleil levee.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i> Google Translate: </i></b>When I look at your eyes, it's like watching the night sky or a very nice sun levee.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">4. Original Line: </i>Told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;"> My French: </i>Je dit a moi que tu es correctement pour moi, mais c'est tes sole dans ta presence.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i> Google Translate: </i></b>I told me that you are fine for me, but it is your sole in your presence.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">5. Original Line: </i>I trade my soul for a Wish, pennies and dimes for a kiss... I wasn't looking for this, but now you're in my way.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;"> My French: </i>J'ai donne mon soul pour un echantement, l'argent pour une bec... Je ne regandent pas pour ca, mais maintenant tu es en ma route.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i> Google Translate: </i></b>I give my soul for Enchant, money for a nose ... I do not look for that, but now you're in my way.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;">6. Original Line: </i>You want her but she's so mean. You'll never let her go, why don't you let her go?</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="font-weight: bold;"> My French: </i>Tu veux elle mais elle es tres fache. Tu ne pas prend pas elle, pourquoi tu ne prend pas?</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-10921743692328987462012-08-25T21:43:00.002-07:002012-08-25T22:05:18.753-07:00Life's Many Laws<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> In case you all didn't know, I'm 19; as was expressed in my toting post, and I had found a poem I wrote when I was only 15. I found this poem a year now, and when I read it a year ago, I thought it was bloody brilliant how I got the words to rhyme and make sense. Especially since this was actually written as homework for English class, and no one really puts effort into homework as it's always rushed, but I felt all special as my teacher commented, 'I believe you have the heart of a poet!',.... because who wouldn't? Anyway, being amazed at the skill I had back then I decided that one day I would type it up for you all to read...... and while typing, it was really freaky how much this poem applied to my life right now! It's as if my younger self knew what I would be facing now, and there couldn't have been a more perfect timing for me to put this up for you. So I hope you like it, and maybe if you're in a predicament like mine, it'll offer words of motivation =)</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's your choice,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Be yourself!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hold nothing to heart!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Make life your own vision,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's really your decision.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Laugh each day,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Live a reality!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Snatch your victory.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Never swim in defeat,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's not the end you want to meet.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Empower your heart.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Life's not a race,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">People change and things go wrong,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Doesn't mean all is gone.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's your life!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And life goes on.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-2689228831905166722012-08-24T00:29:00.002-07:002012-08-24T00:44:38.408-07:00Men vs. Handbags<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> </span><span style="color: #351c75;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Wow, I've been so busy lately, that I haven't had time to just sit down and think and blog =( I'm working on quality blogs, so don't worry. I have two that I'm currently trying to piece together, but I don't want you all to think that I've completely stopped blogging, since I haven't posted anything in a while. So my friend sent the following to me a while now, and as I was cleaning out my inbox I just had to read it again. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> When we were younger, my friend, Bobochuks, and I had some definite cool issues. We were the dorks who wanted to be cool and therefore we made <b>great</b> attempts. We've done some pretty ridiculous things together, and one of the sanest was trying to start up our own chain mail. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We always received chain mail and we decided to make our own.... <i>several times</i> actually..... So we made this one, when we were probably only 13, comparing guys to women's handbags, and I must say we did a pretty good job. How did we think of all this? I have no idea, but it's quite ingenious although we sound like<b><u> real players</u></b>, but I figured I should share our wits with you. The following is our chain mail, feel free to share this link with all your friends and make our 13 year old dreams come true =)</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><br /></span><span style="color: #674ea7; line-height: normal;"> Ever wonder what's the difference between having a new handbag and having a new guy? Well if you haven't found any differences don't beat yourself up, because they aren't that different. And lucky you! A couple rational minds have put together some of the top reasons to why having a new guy is just like having a new handbag.</span><span style="color: #674ea7; line-height: normal;">Here we go....</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Garamond, Times, Serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">Reason</span><span style="line-height: 23px;">#1. Everybody has one.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Garamond, Times, Serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">Reason#2. Whenever you get a new one, you always see something better out there.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Garamond, Times, Serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">Reason#3. There's so many, that it's sometimes hard to choose.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Garamond, Times, Serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">Reason#4. In some cases, you just can't have only one.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Garamond, Times, Serif; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">Reason#5. They don't retain alot of things. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;">Reason#8. You need a different one for every occasion {you wouldn't use the one you used to the </span><span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;">football game, to a formal event?!}</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;">Reason#9. You go everywhere with them.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Garamond; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;">Reason#10. Once they start looking the slightest bit worn out or old you toss 'em out the door!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I was really bored today, so I decided to try and write this pointless short story, which is really pointless but I just felt like being really descriptive today. And well everyone doesn't have a name quarter because I couldn't decide what name to use and three quarter because I wanted the characters to be anybody the reader imagines. So yea... they have no names and no age for that reason. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> This is the story of a girl who did not believe in
fairytales. She could watch the dark night sky above her and see the stars fall, but she could never make a wish because she knew it was pointless. She would blow out her birthday candles with
a clear mind because she knew it was only a flickering flame. She would cry in
her dreams because she knew that they could never come true, but she could find
solace in a book, where the pains of her world were drowned and forgotten.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> She could never get over her imperfections, her small eyes,
big nose, broad mouth, dark skin, big ears, short neck, wide shoulders, acne scarred face and stumpy body. How could God make a monster of her? She had nothing in
this world; she was always over looked because of her flawed face. She was
never paid attention to for her lack of talent; she couldn’t even peel a potato
properly if that could be considered a talent. She had no money, her family was
average, and when you can’t compete in an economically thriving society where
you can’t afford to sport the latest fad every week, then its best you remain
invisible. She wasn’t a scholar, but she tried. She tried hard. If there was
one thing she worked towards and wanted most was to become rich, just so she
could afford to look pretty for once. Every trip to the mall’s wishing well, she
would throw a penny and wish that tomorrow she could be as pretty as the last
person she saw on TV. She thought that
the wishing well gods weren’t appeased by her penny, for looking pretty can be
quite costly, so she threw dollars into the well, but nothing happened; if anything
she’d say she got uglier. She’d say she’s gotten a little bit smarter, for now
she knows wishes don’t come true and that she shouldn't waste her time. But
every once in a while, a blue flame of hope flickers in her heart and dances and
sends thrills to her mind; the <i>what if’s</i>. <i>What if wishes do come true? What if I’ve
just been saying it wrong? What if it just wasn’t my time? What if today is my
day? </i>But like any smart girl, she’d extinguish that flame with the tears of
knowing for sure that wishes don’t come true.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> She never bothered to talk to a boy before because what boy
wants to talk to a hideous beast? Boys willingly spoke to the other girls… but
not to her simply because she was too ugly for their liking. But when the world
saw her, they saw a timid girl who was shy and meek. They saw the embodiment of innocence and a
mind full of wonder, they saw a soft starry gaze and a sweet smile that would
cross her rose pink lips when words failed to work, they saw beautiful ebony
tresses that framed her face like a picture, they saw a small tanned girl that was
always dressed decently, they saw hormones teasing her as it did everybody. They
tried to talk, they tried to make her see they were there but to see you must look, sadly her head was always in a book.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Many years have passed her and every day is the same, except today. Today was different. As she sat on the lush grass away from the large crowds, under an enormous shady tree, enjoying the company of her latest book and her home made lunch she heard a
voice, calling "hey". She ignored it because these formalities were never directed to
her. It called again and she ignored once more.
A hand upon her shoulder shook her from her book; she slowly turned her
gaze to meet their compliance. Their bright eyes met hers, and she gave that
flawless smile when she saw one cross his thin dry lips. His chiseled face only
a short distance from hers, his un-gelled hair falling on his face as the wind
blew gently. She could feel the warmth of his breath upon her, she could feel
his strong grip still on her shoulder as if promising he would never let go and
yet she was still lost in his eyes, staring at his soul. She hadn't a clue what overcame
her face muscles as she couldn’t stop smiling, she suddenly felt this warm tingling sensation across her face in the cool air and it wasn’t his breath; for it
crossed and stayed on the apples of her cheeks, it felt so warm as if a fire was starting there.
She placed the cool palms of her hands upon her cheeks to soothe her face from
turning to ashes. It was hot, burning hot. <i>What if she was catching the cold?
What if she’d just been outside too long? Or what if this is what she read
about? What if all the books weren’t completely fiction? What if they were
based on real life? What if what she read was right? What if she was
experiencing this sensation she’d long since deemed silly? What if she was in love?</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Hello,” a small soft, shaky voice escaped her lips.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Sorry to bother you… but I’m new here. And I really have no idea where to go or what
do to. This may be too much to ask but I was wondering if I can have lunch with
you? Perhaps you can walk me to my next class? Please?” he ended with a hopeful
smirk and raised eyebrows awaiting confirmation. His eyes were undoubtedly
saying that he had nowhere else to go.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “That wouldn’t be a problem,” she managed, smiling and he giddily
seated himself. They sat and ate and
they genuinely laughed. She never had lunch with anyone since high school,
especially not a guy. She could feel herself letting go of boundaries as this stranger
spoke so charismatically about himself. He was so wonderful; she definitely
tried to impress him using what little she learned about these things in books.
This was new to her, she was a stranger in these parts and now she had found
someone like herself. It was safe to say they were friends, but with each
passing day she craved that they could be much more. Crave not wish. Everything about him was perfect; it was a miracle really that he would even talk to her. His talk, his walk his everything could leave
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Time passes like time always does, leaving us unaware of how
much time we have left, leaving us with hope that there will be a tomorrow; a
tomorrow to execute all that we have put off from today. That hope lights a
small blue flame in a girl’s heart; <i>what if she told him how she felt?</i> She
strolled passed the stores with her bags in hand, her mind flooded with <i>‘what
if’s’</i> and as she turned the bend she caught sight of the wishing well. It’s sparkling blue tiles glistening under
the crystal waters which reflected the ambient lighting. It was beckoning to her. Mindlessly she reach
into her pocket and pulled out a quarter, each stride taking her closer to the
wishing well and she froze as the tip of her shoe rubbed against the cold tiles.
Staring at her solemn reflection she asked herself what she was doing. She knew
she couldn’t be wishing for anything, because smart girls don’t wish for
impossible things just because they are impossible. Wishes don’t come true,
she wouldn’t waste her time wishing that he could love her the way she loved him.
She would never do that is what she told herself, yet as she released the silver coin
through her stout finger,s she wished for that very same thing. Hastily she
walked away from actions, her eyes precariously seeking an exit. Just before she found the red and white sign emblazoned with the words she’d been searching for, she saw
him. There he was in a cute little jewelry store right beside the exit. It was
very small, he was half standing out and half standing in, she tried hard to
turn away and not be noticed for the shame of what she just did consumed her
entirely. Of all the things she had ever wished for, altering someone else’s
feelings for her was the most embarrassing. It’s like asking the sun to rise
only for her, like asking a flower to bloom only for her, its selfish and
rude. The flower may feel free to bloom for whoever it wishes, who was she to
demand that it bloom for her? And well the sun, the sun rises for everyone; it’s
not selfish, unlike her. She pulled the hood of her grey sweater up over her head, to
half aid in her disguise.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “No, it’s for a very good friend; she’s not my girlfriend,
well at least not as yet anyway,” he chuckled boyishly to the jeweller. A smile
danced across her face. As she ran towards the exit, she managed to hear him
talking about his very good friend. In fact she believed he was buying a gift
for his very good friend as well. In the books, when the boy buys jewelry for a
girl it only ever means one thing.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> They weren’t in the same classes but they would always meet
in their lunch spot, their spot. A few times now, she ate alone, but that was
normal and he was busy. She walked towards their spot with a giddy smile on her
face hoping he would join her today for lunch, her hair clipped neatly up, not in its usual untidy bun and she was
wearing the top she bought yesterday. She
couldn’t look any cuter if she said so herself. Her walk was more of a merry
skip and she heard his voice calling out to her. <i>What if she was just so in
love she was day dreaming? </i>She looked around to clear the voice from her head,
and saw his hands frantically waving above his head, calling her name two,
three times. He was at a table and there were five other people with him and
one empty seat which he was saving for her. She moved over shyly, hardly
believing that this was happening. She wasn’t too comfortable with new people,
but the way they all greeted her made her feel relaxed amongst them. They were
actually really nice people, why hadn’t she met them before if they were so nice?
Perhaps because they were all in his classes and not hers or perhaps because
they were all so beautiful that it was intimidating. It really surprised her
that there she was, sitting at a table with a group of friends, dawned in nice
clothing and sitting across from him. It was like nothing she could ever
imagine for herself since she was so ugly. It was as if things worked out it
the end, maybe she hadn’t been wishing for the right thing all along? Amidst
the talking and laughing and exchanging of numbers, time slowed. Time slowed as
she saw him reach into his pocket pulling out a small baby blue box, time slowed as
she saw him remove the cover and set it on the table beside his sandwich. Time
slowed as he lifted the stunning silver necklace from its black velvety bed, dangling
it in front of her. Time slowed as he unclasped the necklace, with its pearl
pendant sparkling in the sunlight and time slowed as she opened her mouth to
thank him? To kiss him? To praise him? To tell him; oh no he shouldn’t have? As
she opened her mouth, no words came out, her eyes wide set with horror as the
slender peachy girl beside him, pulled her long strawberry blonde hair to one side
lifting it off her neck as he clasped the necklace, smiling handsomely. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> She closed her mouth immediately and smiled as if she hadn’t
seen a thing, as they thought her to do in the books. She pinched herself hard
for making a stupid wish and for believing it would come through, for wasting her time. But she didn’t
let it bother her; it didn't affect her at all, not even for one moment. After all she never believed in this, she
never believed in fairytales.</span><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-1257699709847884292012-08-02T20:36:00.000-07:002012-08-02T20:39:29.304-07:00El Dia De Los Muertos<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> With this said, my inspiration was a contemporary skull as there is an inversion of the black and white. There are no flowers in this simply because my face isn't big enough lolz. This was done with paint and kajol, and editing was obviously done. I haven't editted pictures in a few months so I'm a bit out of it, so forgive my mess ups please. I was so excited to do this that I really didn't think about practising, and fixing it didn't seem like a likely option =S</span><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-76028313528279756132012-07-26T20:43:00.000-07:002012-07-26T20:43:05.824-07:00Hasta La Vista 18<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I can’t believe it! Today’s my last day of being 18 and it
breaks my heart! When I was a child, I was fascinated with the age 18. If I
could have chosen to remain one age forever, it would undoubtedly be <b>18</b>. There
was something about it that awed me, the idea of still being a teenager, yet
being an adult at the same time was just <u>mind blowing</u>. But now that I’m a few
hours away from being 19, I must say that being 18 hasn’t been so great because
I haven’t made the best of it. I’ve really done nothing while I was 18 to be so
proud of being 18 and that depresses me greatly.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I have no great stories of my
18<sup>th</sup> year to tell my future generation. A story as simple as my
first love won’t even exist. I’d have to shift words around to make myself seem
awesome, but then again what would history be if we never did that? I’d have to
begin; <i>well 22 hours ago, when I was 18, I broke the norm of society! It was
customary that at the age of 13, a girl should shamelessly think she had fallen
in love with some boy who would only later break her heart. And by 16 years of
age, said same girl should have met another lad, with whom she would have
fallen in love with completely, regardless of his feelings for her and wait a
maximum of 4 to 5 years, to see if this is the person that was truly meant for
her. However, me being the daring, witty and beautiful adventurous rebel that I
am, I refused to succumb to the foe called love, so far for 18 years of my
life, I avoided the treacherous ailments that had befallen many and led them to
their demise. I was strong and determined, and I ventured with the few that
were as worthy as me, to escape the illusively warm grip of love’s icy claws.</i>
Yes, Yes… that sounds about accurate, don’t you think? </span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Yesterday I watched
<i>Zefferelli’s 'Romeo and Juliet' </i>and it really made me think about my nonexistent
love life. It was quite good, seemed like the real deal with the setting and
costuming, and I can’t seem to get over how Leonard Whiting crazily looks like
Zac Efron. Two young souls madly and
helplessly in love with each other, so much that they can’t live without the
other. I tried to think of how my seemingly impossible love story would
unravel, but even that was difficult. Love is something I haven’t yet stumbled
upon, I’ve done such a great job at avoiding it since I’m an expert at pushing
people away. The only thing I have that can come close to a good love story,
are my very embarrassing moments. And it was then that I realized that that’s
all I’ll probably ever have, my life is one big embarrassing showdown.
Everything in my life competes with each other to see which can embarrass me
more.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Let’s take a look at my lack of good timing. I remember about 4 years ago
I was talking to an old friend on msn. You see, I had now come back to Trinidad
on April 1<sup>st</sup> and I was picking up wireless from my cousin’s
neighbours at two in the morning. So obviously my friend had to prank me
because it was April fool’s, but I’m usually the pranker not the prankee. So, for some time then I had been asking him
questions on guy-behaviours because I wanted to write a book [I only reached
chapter 3 with that- Failure!] and I wanted it to be realistic, I wanted guys
to be able to relate as well as girls. But because of this, they thought I was
seeking relationship advice, which seemed really silly to me at that time. So I
was like, '<i>ok yea I’ll play on his suspicions and tell him that I have a
boyfriend, yea that’ll be a good April fool’s because they’ll surely believe it
but it won’t be true. Yes! Awesome idea!' </i>So I proceeded with my supposedly
awesome plan, and I really can’t remember what their reaction was, but I know
that before I could tell them April fool’s the internet connection <b>dropped!!! </b>I
got cut off from the conversation and I tried for a whole half an hour to get
back on but I couldn’t. So I never got to tell them it was a April Fool’s and I
never bothered to clear it up in later
conversations as I hoped they, unlike me, would have forgotten about it. Basically in the end, not only am I the loser
to have never been in a relationship, but I the biggest loser who attempted to
lie about it, giving myself a fake boyfriend with a name, which is the<b> saddest
part. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> But I guess since I’m almost 19, I should review something
shitty that happened while I was 18. Let's take a look at my lack of life skills. Hmm... I have just the story, but I’ll
have to make it quite vague. Okay, so
most people would think me a bitch because I’m selective of whom I talk to. I’m
sorry, but when I meet someone for the first time, within 5 minutes I decide whether
you’re worth my time or not based on your interaction with me and those around me. Therefore if we're friends, then I think you're pretty cool and worth my time, so congratulations you lucky fools =). I try to
stay clear of jerks and bacchanalists and I don’t run down people to talk to
them. If you talk to me, cool! We’ll have a conversation [However awkward that
may turn out], but don’t hold your breath waiting for me to approach you or
else you will die because I’m really shy when it comes to meeting people
=S. So now that you know so much about
me, I can proceed with this embarrassing experience. So I met this guy, and my
blood didn’t take him at all, based on first impressions. However every time we’re in the same vicinity, he
would come and say 'hi', so I began to think that maybe I'm judging him too
quickly, that I should try and be nice to them because they just want to be friends.
Then an incident happened, where I was made to realize that this person who I
forced myself to believe was nice, was actually using me. And well I hate
users! I’ve been used conveniently many times in my short life, perhaps more
times than I was embarrassed =S, therefore I was really pissed that I let myself
get used again…. So just like that I stopped talking to that person completely.
I should have listened to my instincts the very first time and leave it like that,
but we all know how evil can be deceiving =P So yea, some people may think I handled this
immaturely but I just really wanted to stop talking to this person and forget
about how stupid I had been. So some time later, that person ended up falling
for and dating someone who was already in a relationship. This someone happened
to know me well and decided that for love’s sake, they should tell their lover
all that they know about me. Which is very disturbing, because I really don’t
like people knowing my background and whatever, yes I tell you all about my
life on this blog, but there are private things about my life that I wouldn’t
want the world to know. However this someone happens to think very highly of their
self and for quite some time they believed I was ugly and jealous of them, I
was far from jealous of this person by the way. And well, remember how I
mentioned this someone was cheating, and I really don’t stand for that bullshit, so I tried to put an end to it, along with my awesome friends. In conclusion; we stopped the blasphemy, made some new enemies and apparently rumour has it
that I’m in love with this person, and that’s why I’m so stuck up… because apparently
they broke my heart. I never even knew I had these feelings lolz and the worst
part is that I really never had any feelings for this person whatsoever, and
they really weren’t my type so those type of feelings would have never even developed. The fact that I didn’t like this person, but everyone thought I
loved them totally pissed me off, and seeing that they talk to people and I don’t,
it really gave them grounds to light this fire. So now, I’m also the asshole
that was in love with this person who believed they were a gentleman, and I got
my heartbroken by him and my best friend…. And I didn’t even care if they were
baby-making; I just wanted her to be fair to the other guy in this whole thing.
I guess it’s true what they say; doing the right thing is very VERY hard.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So yes, in my 18<sup>th</sup> year of life I proved to be
really pathetic in the field of love and attraction and shit like that... and well that's not a story I really want to tell the future but what's a girl to do? So
hopefully, in my 19<sup>th</sup> year, if I steer clear of anything of the
sort, my name won’t get muddled and I won’t add to the lump of sadman-ness that
is already me. I'll just stick to my original story in the intro and well I was great at avoiding it for 18 years, what's another year to add??To those turning 19 this year, enjoy your last teenage year and
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Wow! So I think I need to be slapped, because I haven't made a post since last month! My apologies! I've just lost my zeal to write and I felt that all my previous ideas weren't good enough for you folks. But then I decide; "you know what, you all need to love me regardless, we're in this together and there will be good posts and bad posts in our way, but I'd like to believe that our love is strong enough to overcome these barriers". Ok, Ok so I'm actually going to make my first post for the month of July, which is quite sad because July is my favorite month! Not just because this was the month I was born in, but it's <b>awesome</b>... <i>like hello? no school!! Boo-yah!</i> So the idea for this post came to me while I was studying for CAPE, and well I'm now acting on this instinct.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Ugly people are people too despite however ugly they may be, and like all people they too have problems! And well, being ugly actually presents a shit load of problems, and I don't think that my life is long enough to permit me to tell you all of them.But being ugly isn't so bad, with every 3 disadvantages comes 1 great advantage. Therefore there are a few unexpected perks to this ugly thing. So as an honorary ugly person who has had the privilege to experience these few joys of life, compared to the many problems encountered on a nearly daily basis, I present to you the top 10 ugly people pros in no conventional order.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Top 10 Ugly People Pros:-</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">UPP #1 - Power of Invisibility</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Everyone on this earth wants superpowers, whether they're open about it or not. Boys watch <i>Superman</i> and wish they had his super strength, or more of his X-ray vision. As a little girl I would watch <i>Charmed</i> and wish I was Piper, but obviously we can't be these fictional characters, the closest thing us Ugly people can come to is <i>Invisible Woman/Man</i>. Being Ugly means that no one really wants to look at you, they don't check you out continuously wherever you go and you have no stalkers unlike Good Looking people, therefore you can enter and exit scenes unnoticed [Talk about super criminal! and amazing stalker!]. You can attend a party, <i>if you ever get invited</i>, and no one would ever even know you were there.... you could say you're practically <b>invisible</b>. And that makes us more super than everyone else; we can be somewhere and not be there at the same time.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">UPP #2 - Genuine Relationships</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Well one thing's for sure, all you're friendships are to be treasured. Being ugly, is like friend- having and dating repellent! These social relationships are really hard to come by, since everyone's afraid to talk to one because of your face. But if you're Ugly and you're lucky enough to actually have friends, keep those bastards close to your heart and love them dearly, because they really like you for who you are on the inside. For example, if you're like me and you're dead ass ugly, broke and dumb, then you know you're friends can't be using you to get popular and they're definitely not trying to hook up with you, they aren't using you to get nice things from you because you can't even afford nice things for yourself, and well you really don't know how the hell to do your own homework so they're definitely not going to ask you to do theirs. I'm sure right now you're wondering.. '<i>why are my friends even my friends if I have nothing to offer?</i>'... I really don't know why they're our friends, they must think we're beautiful on the inside, and you can't throw that away. Sniff*</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">UPP #3 - Rich Bastard</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Because you're Ugly, you'll never get asked out on a date. If you're never asked out on a date, then you don't need to go and buy nice clothes to impress that person on the date. Because you now have no one to impress, and you really can't impress yourself because you already know what you look like, then you don't need to buy make up or hair care products. And well you'll never have to spend money on that person, buying Valentine's and Birthday gifts etc. Since none of this ever happened, there'll obviously be no wedding happening and you know what this means besides the fact that you're forever alone?? It means you're <b>stinking rich</b>! Think of all that money you saved for yourself just because you're too ugly to get a date. Now you can buy a sick ass car and drive around and make people wish they dated you. Have fun planning you're revenge on the world my forever alone forever rich friends. <b>P.S. You can even be the next Batman!</b> Bet those ladies want you now!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">UPP #4 - Fear Not!</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I know that sexual offences are a serious dilemma that we are faced with in this society. Rape is not a joke! The word itself makes me cringe and want to cry. But in this world, as teenagers and young adults, rape can seem insignificant and unlikely to us when compared to our immediate problems like; what to wear tomorrow, or if that certain someone will notice you, or whether or not you'll ace that exam next week. Whatever your story, you have too much going on in your mind to be bothered my what's going on in the world, but Ugly people, you have less to fear, you have one less care in this world. You needn't worry about these tragedies, it's all good until someone's visually impaired.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Normally, when people take pictures and someone looks retarded and everyone else looks good, they scold that person for ruining their pictures and making them take another one which might not look as good as the first. People also get furious at photobombers for ruining a perfectly good meaningful picture. But when you're butt Ugly, you look so retarded all the time that when you take pictures and ruin them for everyone else, nobody cares really because they're used to seeing you look like that, so you don't get yelled at by your pretty friends. And if you accidentally or purposefully photobomb a picture nobody gets on your case because they think you're acutally supposed to be there. Three cheers for photo-bombing!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">UPP #6 - Non-punishable.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> One of the biggest punishments parents force upon their children is grounding them. Which is basically banning them from social activities such as hanging out with friends and going anywhere that isn't home and by grandma's. But when you're Ugly, you're never invited to parties, unless it's your own and only if you're lucky, then you'll have friends to hang out with... so how can your parents take away the social life you've never had?? They can't! And that's what makes you unpunishable! I can tell you from experience that when you get into trouble, your parents will be there fumbling for a punishment and then they'll just end with... you're in trouble! I'll tell you from mine own experience how unpunishable you are... To punish someone you need to make them suffer, so at first your parents will tell you that you can't hang out with your friends.<i> But how often do you do that anyway?</i> Then they'll tell you no internet. <i>Ok yes that hurts, </i></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>but face it you have no friends to talk to on-line either, not even on Omegle lolz.</i> B</span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ut I just type up more blog posts to post up when I get back internet and that is fun for me, so still no punishing. They may ban the computer all together. They may also ban you from your phone, but let's face it; <i>who really calls you? Who texts you? your mom? Well now she's at a lost</i>. So what's left to do?<b> Read an awesome book</b>, <i>which is what ugly people do best!</i> [ because good looking people have too busy a life to read]. <b>Reading is fun!</b> If they ban you from reading [which is something that is unlikely to happen], you can just sleep, and who doesn't like to sleep? Ughhh.. just don't push it so that you're stuck with a year's worth of chores because that sucks, but then again <i>we have no life and that's extra day dreaming time</i>; we can just pretend that we're Cinderella cleaning the house, waiting for Prince Charming [Ughh.. Guys... I don't know who you are, but yea you're waiting for your princess to rescue you too] </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So who are they really punishing? Not the Ugly people, I can tell you that, because if your parents keep punishing you like this then they'll be raising a socially awkward child. Who wants to take one of those to large social gatherings and family reunions?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Ok so when people are in a relationship, they're really concerned about the other guys and gals their partner hangs out with. The best way for me to describe this one is through a story, so let's go... If Jill/Jack started dating Steve/Eve who happened to have other friends way before this relationship started, and one of them happened to be really good looking, Foxy Tina/Tom, Jill/ Jack would be really paranoid. Everytime Steve/Eve said they were hanging out with Foxy Tina/ Tom after school, Jill/Jack would get all worked up thinking about what they would be doing. They'd be paranoid and haunted by the thought that they were being cheated on with this good looking person who has so much history with their partner. Jill/Jack would then proceed to make a big scene, to force Steve/Eve to choose between them or Foxy Tina/Tom, and well they'd have to ruin a great friendship for the sake of 'love'. But if Steve/Eve were best friends with Ugly Lucy/Luke, then Jill/Jack wouldn't worry at all, in fact they would be happy to know that Steve/Eve were hanging out with them, because they know that Ugly Lucy/Luke is way below their partner's taste level, and that Steve/Eve would never cheat on them if present with Ugly Lucy/Luke. So in short, Ugly people get to keep their best friends of opposite gender when they start dating. Yay for friendship!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">UPP #8 - Unforgettable Face.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> When you're Ugly, you have a really messed up face, one that haunts people's memory and they could never forget about you no matter how hard they try. But this is how people get famous, so congratulations! Plus, maybe one day you'll creep from their mind into their heart, because let's face it, if you're on their mind constantly, then they might fall in love with you since you're all they can think about. So face it, if you're in a crowd of pretty people, you're going to stand out like... <i>a bowling ball in a haystack</i>, and isn't that what first impressions are all about?? <b>Making an impact</b>? Well believe you me, you're ugliness has made such an impact on that person's mind, it has left a crater!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Think about the endless job opportunities! When you go for an interview, you'll be all they can remember! You my Ugly friend, are getting a call back despite your shitty resume, all thanks to your shitty face. <b><i>Three cheers for Ugliness!</i></b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So don't worry! Later in the night, that hottie you've been eyeing won't remember any of the good looking people they've met that night, only your ugly unforgettable face. Sigh* Now this is romance! Top that <i>Shakespeare</i>! lolz.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">UPP #9 - Beauty Fades but Ugly Stains.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So yes, we're stained with the Ugly! We needn't worry about teenage pregnancy, and sadly you'll never get to star in <i>16 and Pregnant</i>, because your face is your own form of birth control...and I guess that Would bring us back to #3, where you'll save money not having to buy condoms etc. Most importantly, since we're stained with Ugly, it is unlikely that we'll get prettier as time goes by, and it's really impossible for us to get any uglier, but soon enough we'll get used to it. If we're lucky to find someone to marry, they'll love us for all our flaws and if we get uglier, then it really has no impact on them because we were ugly when this whole relationship started, so they'll accept our hideous changes pretty quickly. For example; if you're fat now and that person loves you, I'm sure they're not gonna mind if you gain weight in the future. [Being fat doesn't mean you're Ugly, but in today's society full of ass-holes, the two can be thought of as synonyms =( ] For my ladies out there, if you have a child and you put on weight, you know your husband won't cheat on you with skinnier girls because he always liked your plus size. Also, since you're ugly you know that they love you for how you are on the inside, as metioned in #2, and no amount of increasing ugly can change that. However if you're good looking, your partner is only interested in your looks, I mean that's what first attracted them to you in the first place, especially if you're not so nice on the inside, and well <i>beauty eventually fades</i>. Yes you can be gorgeous in your younger years, but as you age, things begin to fall apart, <i>unless you're rich and can afford surgery</i>. Your partner is most likely shallow since they married you for your looks and when your looks start to go, they'll start looking for somethign better. But if you're ugly from the start, you know that this will last forever.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> The Laws of Attraction state that opposites attract and likes repel. Therefore by this statement alone, we see that two Ugly people could never be together, and two Good looking people can never be togther either. In a relationship, one has to be however slightly uglier than the other, whilst the other is however slightly more appealing than the other. So what does this mean? It basically means that if you're butt ass Ugly then you're most likely to be paired with someone who's drop dead ass Gorgeous! So my Ugly friends, we've come out pretty good in this whole relationship scenario =D. However, the Good looking people have the shorter end of the stick, because they're doomed to end up with us Ugly folks. But hey atleast we get to rub it in people faces, how an ugly thing like us ended up with someone so good looking and plus there'll be a glint of hope for our offsprings.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> And there you have it people, the Top 10 reasons why<b> being Ugly is so great!</b> Yes, although it may seem like a disability at first sight, there's so much more joys to be Ugly, than Good Looking people could ever imagine. So let's toast to these advantages and remember the great words of one yellow hero, and let us all be <b>Ugly and Proud</b>.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Wow, it has been a long time since I've blogged, mainly due to exams. And I apologize for that, but now that they're almost over and I just have two more papers to do I'm feeling quite free. Well for me, during exams is when I have all my profound realizations and thoughts. I'm not sure if it's me deliberately trying to limit my mind to certain perimeters that it eventually breaks loose and starts thinking of the most useless, irrelevant crap, or because I just don't want to study. Either way, I have all these thoughts, but I have to lock them up till exams are over and I can rant to you all until =D Well this post is on one of those random thoughts: <b><u>Skin Color!</u></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> You wouldn't believe the impact that skin color can have on a person's life. And yes, we live in the 21st century ; interracial marriages are the flick and people actually want to be tanned these days! In this modern society being fair skinned isn't the only trait of beauty, whether you're pale as snow, or black as ebony; <i>you're beautiful</i>. But darlings, that mentality is far from realized in Trinidad!</span></div>
<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Living in Trinidad and being of brown skin, I can assure you that having dark skin makes you feel nothing more than an ugly duckling. Yes, despite this skin color revolution that seems to occur globally, our small Trinidad is still blind sighted to it. And yes there are those who have come to accept their beautiful skin after some heartaches, and those who have loved themselves all along, but trust me when I say there is a countless many out there who hate being 'dark' and who go to far ends just to have that fair radiant skin of a Bollywood actress. I'm serious, when I say people will try all kinds of shit to lighten their complexion, we're talking face creams; Vicco tumeric creams, Ashe skin whitening, Emammi Naturally Fair, Fair and Beautiful [This name pisses me off, because it just suggests that you need to be fair to be beautiful] and home made pastes of saffron and tumeric and someone will even take the chemical route of bleaching their skin, despite the harmful consequences that follow. Some people wax themselves thoroughly to appear fairer, as you know hair, especially black hair, can make you look darker than your skin actually is. Yes homedogs, I know the works because I myself wanted to be fairer once upon a time, but now I've come to accept my skin color and who I am. And yes I use a lot of products on my face, because I'm not condemning beauty products, but mainly to brighten my complexion. And there's a big difference people ought to know about brightening and lightening. Lightening your complexion is basically bleaching and what not to become fairer, and approach white on the color scale. [I'm trying to not go all technical in this, so please excuse the repeating of words etc. lolz] whereas brightening is adding a glow to your already established skin tone, and that makes all the difference because skin is only bright and glowing if it's healthy and properly maintained.... and well that my friend is beautiful skin! Healthy skin is in, no matter the color.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> But we wouldn't find the need to go to such extents if such a large importance wasn't place on skin color. In Trinidad, I feel like people judge you as soon as they see you, just based on your skin color. If people see a fair Indian they automatically associate that person with traits such as beauty, intelligence, wealth and class, where the opposite would apply if they saw a dark Indian,where they would associate them with being ugly or not as pretty, not that smart, coolie, poor etc. Where do we get off on judging people not only by physical appearance, but by just one physical trait?! And yes this mainly applies to Indo-Caribbeans, because I feel that they have the biggest issue with skin color. I believe that this can be associated with two aspects. One is that in India the highest caste would be people of fair skin, whilst the lowest caste would be of dark skin [ I'm not too keen on all the details, because I don't want this to be longer than it might be lolz, but Google, if you want more accuracy], therefore light skin would be admired, held in great esteem and respected etc. The other point includes colonisation and indentureship, where the Caucasian man was in charge, and therefore being white once again played a role in people being at the height of the societal strata. But people, you need to wake up and realize that that was the past and today is a new day! And well basically, assholes you need to stop putting so much emphasis on skin color or else I will slap yuh upside yuh flickin' big ass head! =D People may think that I'm just saying this because I am dark, but if that was the case I would consider fair people to be ugly, but no I think everyone's beautiful regardless [tis very true, you just need to open your eyes and see it]. I mean some people don't know how to wear the right colors for their skin tone... but that's a next post.</span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> What irks me the most is that Trini people [mainly Indos] place a lot of emphasis on marrying/dating someone fair skinned.... because they are held in esteem for no valid reason, just their skin color. Both guys and girls do this like there's no tomorrow! If you're fair skin then you're considered the sexiest shit to ever walk this island, and well if you're Caucasian then you're sexier than the sexiest shit. And I just get really sick in my stomach when people actually say that they want a white man or woman. Like honey, yes there's nothing wrong with white people, but you have to realise that white people are people too.Just like Trinidadians, they are bad white people, there are good white people, are there are those in between. Just because their skin is white, it doesn't mean that they're better than any black or brown person you've ever met, the only difference is that their skin is white.... and white is just a color [or the absence of color :O?! lolz ] You must realize that white people can hurt you just the same as a Trini person, or even worst than you've ever hurt before. You need to get over your dumbass self and realize that there is so much more to a person that just the color of their skin. And if you're one of those people who pray every night to meet a white man/woman and you only date fair people because you're that 'awesome', seriously eff you, because <b>you have no decency in you</b>. At the end of the day the people who want a white woman/man and place so much importance on it, are black or brown, and basically you need this person to feel better about your dumbass insecure self, because you feel like effing shit being the color that you are and you need this white person to make you look better and feel better about your own self. Because by yourself you're just brown! [ and we all know the adjectives that are associated with that] but with a white person at your side, you think you appear better. But no, you're just an asshole, using that decent man/woman who deserves much better than you! plus if you're that insecure about yourself, you shouldn't even be looking for a relationship, cause that just isn't going to work.And Trinis, let me get this straight ok, when you go around saying that you don't like Trini people and you don't want to end up with a Trini guy/gal, how you want a white person, you sound like a friggin dumbass! Because you know what?? <b>YOU'RE A TRINI TOO!!!!</b> [and no effing amount of vacations to America is ever going to change that!!!] So basically if you don't want to date a Trini, then <i>who the eff is going to date you?</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thank for your time, feel free to leave hate comments or what ever, but this shit is true. And for those of you who have heard me say that I don't like Trini guys and think I"m being a hypocrite, I mainly say it because most of the Trini guys I've come across have managed to be jerks to me, but I'm still open to the idea, and that doesn't mean I don't like colored people =) okay? okay! Feel free to hate, especially that set of people who this post is dedicated to. =D</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-15718724966169546162012-04-11T17:58:00.004-07:002012-04-11T18:18:30.326-07:00More CAPE Joys<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> Sniff* Sniff*</i> <b>It smells like CAPE time?!?!</b> Woot! Woot! =P Yes, you know it's that lovely time of the year again, when the Poui trees blossom, the cane fields burn and exams try to kills us =) <i>Sigh*</i> It's that time when we should be studying, yet everything else seems <i>soooo</i> appealing.... I would know all about that, since that's pretty much what I'm doing right now lolz. So instead of learning chem, in which I'm completely lost, I'm here blogging and as much as I want to change that I can't bring myself to it, sadly.The most terrifying thing about this though, is that it's my last year and there really is no redemption after this... but what's more terrifying than that; are my parents, who are looking forward to a scholarship...open =/ Nothing comes without hard work, and my parents happen to be very aware of that, so at night when I'm laughing on the phone, all you can hear is, "<b>I HOPE YOU'RE STUDYING!</b>", and when I sit down to watch t.v, " <b>I REL LIKE HOW YOU STUDYING!</b>", and when I close my eyes to sleep, "<b>HOW YUH COULD STUDY WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED!?!?</b>" Yes, I hear it all the time 24/7, I swear I hear them saying it even when they're not talking!?! Oh it's horrible, you can't waste time peacefully at all because you're too paranoid that your parents will jump out of nowhere and cuss you =) Well in my last cape post I was freaking out over chemistry, and well readers I did get a one [ incase you were wondering] and I was <u>soooo super friggin' surprised</u>?!?! Words can't express?! But I couldn't scream out with cape joys because, when my dad called to tell me my results, he told me that I had failed everything and seriously began lecturing me about spending too much time on the phone... so I was still recovering from that =/ Anyway I believe I became more religious to thank God for this miracle... well I tried my very best, so yea. As you can see I'm keeping all my promises here and well since I'm keeping my promises I must say that I will be seeing my chem people this year. I haven't blogged in such a long time that I'm writing shit, so to the point.... CAPE is 23 days away so that means we need to start studying... however, after you watch these pics =P; which describe my situation/ life and probably yours if you're online reading this, instead of a textbook lolz. Well if you remember my pencils from my first CAPE post... this is to add to it... </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Pencils with answers would be nice, but I think a nicer piece of advice at this time is to <b>Keep Calm</b> and well carry on with your studies =)</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>This is so me! I always ask myself this question especially when it's time to study followed by nonsensical jabber to get all the stupid out before I attempt starting again lolz.... Ok never mind, thinking about it, I ask myself this question all the time actually =S. But I'm sure you all mentally ask yourselves this before study time.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Lolz yes!!! They always see you when you're on the phone, on the computer, sprawling doing nothing and they complain about how lazy you are.... so these few weeks that you study, you must reap the rewards and let them see that. <b>Hahaha parents, complain about that!! =P</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>This is pretty much what study means to me.. except texting because I never have money on my phone, but for all you rich bastards out there ;) lolz.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Lolz they're true, except for the results one, hopefully. What did I say about procrastinating?!?! It is the work of the devil I tell you!</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Oh how I wish I could perform such great feats! If you are capable of this, I respect you and envy you and at the same time I hate you for being so bloody brilliant. Salute*</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ok ok, I'm through with wasting your time, go do your shit now, because regardless of not studying before, there are still like 22 days ahead and we could make use of that. So yea <b>Good luck </b>my people, hopefully this was inspiring and when you all win your scholarships and awards, you can be like, "<b>Screw my teachers, forget about my parents and siblings, friends, cats and dogs, and my own human intellect, I would like to thank Hindi Bindi for making me study my lazy ass off</b>'. =D</span></div>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-50540844311768886702012-03-18T12:25:00.000-07:002012-03-18T12:25:51.590-07:00Maxalicious<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: #6aa84f;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Well my life has officially gone to the dogs. So this is what happens when I'm bored and I have no models to experiment on.... This is my dog Max, who does nothing but lay around all day, so it was pretty easy to get a hold of him lolz. He enjoyed this photo shoot very much even though it doesn't look like it, by the way he loves me, just thought you all should know that as the pictures may indicate differently. So I thought he pulled off the fierce look pretty well, so I decided to share these pics with you all. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-34231202812128283382012-03-04T09:10:00.006-08:002012-03-04T09:43:05.574-08:00Prem Kahani Hai Mushkil<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ok so this is a lazy man vibes. I wanted to go back to my routine of a post every weekend, but I'm a bit too lazy and sick to really make that happen, so I decided to post a short story. Sigh* yea ok so I hope I don't loose the little readers I have because of this, but yes this is a little something I thought of and well it's Indian, so it's good Hindi Bindi material. Also I want to delete it from my computer and I could always retrieve it later if it's here [hehehe]. So anyway this is a inter religious love story, hope you all enjoy it, if you happen to shed a tear.... then the purpose of this story has been fulfilled. =)</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 200%;">H</span><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">e held her close to his body and hugged her tight. He could feel her heart pulsing against his, he could hear her stifled sobs, and he tried hard to hold back his tears which welled in his dewy brown eyes. He had promised himself he wouldn’t cry.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“A Muslim boy? Are you crazy, Priya?” Mrs. Minocha’s voice rang through the house.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“But ma, at least he’s Indian! Things could be much worse!” Priya retorted quickly, “Ma, I love him so much! Why can’t you and Daddy see that? When I’m with him I feel like I’m the only person that matters, I feel safe, I know I can spend the rest of my life with him,” She explained as love consumed her, carrying her to Heaven as she merely mentioned Zayeed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“Ha! Twenty-seven and you think you know what is love! Listen to me carefully, love, is doing what‘s right, having things in common, being treated equally; Your relationship with this Muslim is wrong; you are Hindu –Nothing in common! Do you think he will treat you equal after marriage? No daughter of mine is going to marry a slave master, for him to beat you senseless, put you in a hijab and lock you up home? Over. My. Dead. Body!” Mrs. Minocha argued violently. Her angst was unmistakable.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“It’s not like that ma. You don’t know anything!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“Me? Tell your faddah that! He will kill Zayeed and then you- if yuh still alive. What about Prem? He’s a very nice boy, smart, rich and he’s a Hindu.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“I don’t love him ma!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“You don’t know what’s right…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 200%;">H</span><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">e sat across her at their usual table, at their favorite restaurant. This was usually how they spent their Friday evenings; not like they could go home. He stared across the table, his eyes adored her. He loved everything about Priya, from her long silky ebony tresses which curled ever so slightly to the way she fiddled with her utensils. If this is what it’s like to fall in love, he never wanted to fall out of it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“So how was last night?” asked Zayeed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“Horrible! Daddy kept trying to spark a connection between me and his friend’s son, Prem,” she snorted at the idea of being with anyone else, especially Prem who was quite aloof with his poor conversational skills and alarming stares. A discomforting silence befell them; Priya raised her gaze slowly to find Zayeed starring wildly at his drink, stirring continuously. Her father’s ridiculous hookups were something they always laughed about… her heart quaked and she could feel her food rising, her mind hazy as Zayeed mouthed his words,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“I think you should really look into Prem. He sounds like a good guy. He’s a doctor, so he’s stable and you k…” His rambling stopped as Priya’s dinner came back with a vengeance, the bile in her throat burning as much as his words. He jumped hastily to her rescue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“Beta, that’s you?” An old stylish woman appeared hugging Zayeed in a hearty embrace. Priya wiped her face but she couldn’t wipe away the embarrassment. She kept her head down and observed the stranger from the reflections of her glass.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“Aunty, so nice to see you here.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“Yes beta, you too. Such a sweetheart! Helping this young woman? You’ll make a fine husband for Saffiya,” She smiled. His strong fists tightened, eyes wide set like a deer in the headlights. Aunty locked in on his reaction, glared down to the distressed woman and spotted on the slender wrist of her hand, which held her hair off her neck covering her face, a red and yellow Rakhi. Priya could feel her contempt, haunted by the glare of scorn she gave before stomping away, muttering, ‘Ya Allah’.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Cloaked by the darkness of night, silence followed them to his car.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“Who is Saffiya?” Priya asked sadly. His eyes focused on the road.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“Tell me who she is God dammit!” she yelled infuriated. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“Don’t you dare talk to me like this!” He shouted enraged. She recoiled, never had she seem him so angry, never had he took this tone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“Your family doesn’t even know I exist! Do they?” Her voice strained as she choked on her tears. He calmed like the night before the storm as he turned the corner and pulled to the curb in front his beautiful abode. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“I don’t know how to tell my mother about us. That’s my problem! She’s already said that if I don’t marry a Muslim, I’m not entitled to my inheritance. I’m the first son; they’ve had dreams for me since my birth. And now there’s a wedding date! Saffiya’s a nice girl, but she isn’t you! I would give up everything for you, if only I knew how to. If onIy I had your courage.” His forehead resting on his steering wheel, “I need to get my other wallet,” he mumbled as he weakly got out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">“God, give me the courage to do this, should I walk in there with him? Give me a sign!” she whispered a prayer amidst her troubles. Fumbling for the handle, her eyes sighted a parchment on the floor; carefully she reached for it;<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><i><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Zayeed, I can’t wait for our wedding. You are my saviour, not only to my family in our financial struggle but my life. My body can no longer bear this battering. My mind is at ease with you. You have given me a better life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><i><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span style="color: #4c1130;"> Love, Saffiya.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;"><br />
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</div><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Ok. So I really should be doing something more constructive with my time such as learning my speech or something, but it's really hard to concentrate when you have all these loose thoughts floating about the abyss of my mind!!! So this is a quick rant on what's been bothering me lately; <i>Bitches and their make-up</i>. Now it took me a while to come to this moment in time when I actually start blogging because I couldn't decide whether this should be something guys do or something girls do?! I could do both, but then I realised that I have so much shit to say, that I might as well just make one great post dedicated to this whole catastrophe! So, no objections just shut up and read =)</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> For that reason I don't wear make-up to school, lessons, malls, groceries and other trivial errands because it makes no sense! Like who is really going to take their time and stop picking out the good tomatoes or stop studying their work just to watch me and criticise my natural face? Seriously, if you do this... <b>you have issues</b>. And it's not like I'm goin to pick up anybody at the mall or lessons... like seriously?! And if you're going to mention my last embarrassing moment, don't, because things like that don't matter. I'm sure even if I <u>was</u> dressed decently things would have worked out the same way still, because he probably already has a girlfriend, and if he doesn't then it brings me back to my motto which guys seem to hate; <b><i>If you don't like me at my worst, then you don't deserve me at my best.</i></b> I for one believe that<b> natural beauty is true beauty</b>, if you can look gorgeous without makeup then you are truly a Miss Universe... other than that - <i>bitch please</i>.</span><br />
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</span></i></div><span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Wearing a mask and being called pretty isn't much of a compliment to you, but more to your mask and your make-up artistry skills. We have this great misconception about makeup, we believe that make-up is to conceal our flaws, but I live by the fact that we must appreciate our flaws because they make us different and instead makeup should be used to highlight what is already beautiful about us. I would hate to be with a guy and not wear make up for the first time, because he would suddenly notice all the flaws I've hid so well, but by living through my ideals, when he sees me for the first time without make-up he'll remeber my exaggerated 'beautiful' eyes/lips/whatever, which he would have fallen for in the first place, and realise that they truly are beautiful and he'll focus on that.... err hopefully this guy focuses more on personality really, but you know looks do count =S. So what am I saying ladies???<b> Stop frigging wearing makeup for every little shit</b>. I understand that you want to look flawless and beautiful all the time but if it's all pretend then what's the deal? Seriously, some of you have to get dressed up to just sit and lime with your family?!! WDA! Yes I know family can be the most judgemental people ever; mean cousins and even meaner aunts, but why must you try to impress them? They have no choice but to be related to you and talk to you, whether they like it or not. What can they possibly say to you when you're not wearing makeup that they can't say when you are wearing make up?? These are the people that have probaly wiped your ass when you were small, as you were vomiting all over them, that's more nasty than not wearing make-up. Most importantly, you need to get over yourself and realise that looks aren't everything, you won't be young and beautiful forever... and that's when you'll need to start wearing make-up. Do you remember that saying; '<i>How you are on the inside reflects on the outside</i>'? Well darlings, I can prove testimony to this. It doesn't matter how much make-up you wear, you will only be as pretty as you are on the inside. For example I am one of the meanest persons, people know and well I'm good at applying makeup and I yea I think I look good but nobody else will even give a damn because my ugly insides are overpowering! Are you all getting what I'm trying to say?? I do hope so. </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I'm not even sure why you all think make-up is so great, because for some... it can go really wrong.Yes, I know we can feel really pretty when we wear make-up but some of us don't really know how to wear make-up. Remember I said make-up should be used to highlight what's already good about us, but in the craze to make ourselves seem perfect, we put on everything... sometimes inartistically and look like a <b>HOT MESS</b>. I really don't know what possesses some of us to smear solid brilliant yellow on our eyelids, wear lip liner alone, not just fill in our eyebrows but flippin' <b>draw new eyebrows!! </b>And most frequently done; wear foundation and powder way different from our complexion, only on our face.And so we leave the house with our face looking like a colouring book of a 3 year old child... Yet we think we look gorgeous.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Yes make-up can work but for some it doesn't, especially if we don't how to utilise it... .so why bother? Why do we make it our business to make ourselves worst off than we already are? Make-up can take a really pretty girl and make her....err not so pretty.</span><br />
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</div> <span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well, well guys.... looks like it's your turn now =) Ok so when it comes to this topic, guys actually piss me off more! Because unlike women, they actually know what they're doing.... or maybe they're just so dumb that they really don't?!!? Guys are major hypocrites when it comes to make-up. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Guys will say that they like girls who don't wear make-up at all and that they love girls who are completely natural and show off their <i>true beauty.</i> <b>But that's a lie!</b> In fact the girls who guys chase, are the ones who wear tons of make-up, false eyelashes and all, giving them that flawless illusion, the make-up is only applied so well that it actually looks natural-ish. Guys love girls with fake boobs... what's completely natural about that? Also guys are the first to laugh and grunt in disgust when you have that whole clown face mojo thing going on, as discussed before.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I'm not sure exactly why they lie, but in truth what guys like, are girls who wear make-up naturally. But then again guys just love pretty girls whether its natural or not.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So guys stop being major hypocrites, I beg of you. For more on this, please click----------------><a href="http://hindibindi.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-guys-do-3-redone.html" style="text-align: left;">http://hindibindi.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-guys-do-3-redone.html</a> . I think that you all should just be honest and say that you love the physical aesthetics of a woman, whether it's real or not, because other than that you are just wasting everyone's time. For example... booty? [Can't think of other popular body parts lolz =S] There will be a girl with a natural big butt, but nooo you want the girl with the fake bigger butt... I don't understand =S [ also you like to convince yourself that it's real?!]. I know that not all of you are like this, but majority are. And the worst part about guys being hypocrites is that they'll read this and even though it fully applies to them they will say that <u>this is bullshit</u> and that they've never done this and they never will, trust me I know. So stop lying just be your plain jerkish self, I'm sure some one will love you for your truthfulness... after all relationships should be based on honesty.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408123918657194163.post-26795607504032371372012-02-13T19:23:00.007-08:002012-02-24T20:09:15.084-08:00Embarrassing Moments [2]<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Whassap my lovers?!??! So it's what would be known as Valentine's eve, if we can call it that... So here I am being a loser, procrastinating doing my labs and I decided that I should make a v-day post. Now I haven't had much loving experiences that I can share with you all, however I have an abundance of embarrassing shit. So my embarrassing moment... not so v-day related, closest thing I have for now?....Let's see if I can remember this.</span><br />
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<div><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So it was the summer of 2011, the air was dry, I wasn't in school and.... actually I think it had rained a bit =S Ok seriously, my cousin's wedding was fast approaching and well I wanted a saree for that event. So my mom, my aunt and I went <i>SHOPPING </i>[White Chicks hand movements*] !!! So we were looking and looking for a cheap but pretty saree and we went to two Indian expos and my mom can seriously shop! No lie, this woman does not get tired of shopping! This was in Chaguanas by the way, so when I was getting dressed in the morning I was thinking 'Hmm... well I ain't gonna pick up anything there, it's Chaguanas! I ain't want no freaks watchin' meh up, I'll just put on that old top and this crappy jeans'. Seeing that I took like 3 minutes to get an outfit and put it on I had to wait like half an hour on my mom to get ready. So there I was in my room thinking 'Hmmm... I have some time..maybe I cud put on some make-up', and well that I did, but I had so much time that I got creative and tried to create a look... I had used this eye shadow that's really hard to come off, you need to use make-up remover to correct mistakes and the pigmentation is really bright and long lasting and well, if you're not a professional it's kinda hard to use at first [But now I know how to use it so all is good =)].</span><br />
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<div><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Well we were at our second expo, by the Divali Nagar and I mean things were going pretty normal so far, no strange looks, nothing! And well this mess served as a mask - so I felt. So we walked in and <b>BOOM</b>! I see this bess Indian!!! Taller than me, tanned complexion, fit body, nice hair straight black hair, beautiful face, strong jawline, great style.. pretty much the works lolz. Now the Indians from India who come to sell in the expo are usually old, so seeing this young guy was pretty impressive, but like I'm kind of blind; I can't see far [near sighted I believe]. And yea he was good looking but I didn't want to stare because that would be <u>creepy</u>, but the place wasn't so big so every time I turned I would see him right there in the distance and then I figured 'Hey, he's not gonna remember me when he goes back to India and well it's not like I'm going to see them again', so my care factor decreased a little.</span><br />
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<div><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So that's a little disaster scene, one of many from my life. Now you all know that life isn't so bad; whether you're single or in a relationship I'm sure tomorrow will have it's perks. People with Valentines please share chocolate, thats all I ask and very handsome fellow from the story..... next year ;)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Crappy Feeling #1</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> That crappy feeling you get when your crush finds out you like them or is presented with the idea of dating you from someone other than you, and their reaction is one of 'that will never happen' laughter, followed by a snort of disgust and "Oh yea no thanks, never will I ever like her/him" or maybe the plain old 'WTF are you thinking' silence and everyone around them is laughing as well because such an idea is just as impossible as cow saying quack. This crappy feeling rings in with a gut twist as everyone acknowledges your presence....</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Trust me...I would know; when I was younger, I'm not sure why probably because he had blue eyes, I had liked this boy. Well one lunch time he was chillin' with his friends and they thought it would be very fun if they started teasing and making fun of each other, blah blah blah they were tossing these jokes at each other until one of them said, "Oh yeah, well you like <u>insert my name here</u>", now this was such a gay feeling, I did feel quite bewildered and speechless, I mean I never had a crush like me back before..... and then I saw his face in horror as the laughs rang in, him joining in the laughter as well. I doubt they even knew I was there, but I still felt my gut twist. Now I go for guys with grey eyes =P So to those of you who've had a similar experience, I feel your pain, you are free to hate the world lolz.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> That crappy feeling you get when you're left out of something/feel like the third wheel, and you're just tagging along for the whole thing because you have no where else to go and you just sit there, while they talk about shit you've never heard before and no one has the courtesy to explain what they're talking about. And while you're sitting there being almost invisible, you suddenly become really religious and you start praying and asking God, making deals with him that this day/event/ what ever period of time you have to spend with these people, comes to an end...FAST! So this happens to me quite frequently believe it or not, mostly when I'm with two people who happen to spend more time with each other than they've ever spent with me, or people who aren't too nice. Sometimes it's voluntary because I have no idea what to say, and well at times like this I wish I was invisible so they wouldn't be expecting an contribution from me- they usually don't. But whether voluntary or involuntary it does feel shitty to be the third wheel, because it's so frigging uncomfortable. Imagine yourself sitting with a wedgie and resisting the urge to pull it out, that's exactly how third wheeling feels while resisting the urge to throw yourself of the chair and flop like a fish out of water. Not only uncomfortable, you feel awkward as if you should really be here and you feel extremely bored!! Whenever I'm third-wheeling I like to sit and think of all the better ways I could have been spending my time and I like to plan what I'm going to do when I get home, I think about my next blog post and it eases the pain.The next time you're a third-wheeler try my tips, if makes you feel less shitty and more productive.... buy yourself some chocolate... lots of chocolate.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> That crappy feeling you get when you're watching a romance movie and you're thinking "Omg that was so sweet sniff*, I'm so going to do that for my lover! I'd be the best boyfriend/girlfriend ever! Imma pwn relationships!!! -And people say it's hard", and " I wish my lover was thoughtful enough to that for me...I wish they were romantic enough to say something like that, that was the perfect line for that moment! -I'd make that moment last forever", and then your movie comes to a beautiful end and you go to bed thinking about how beautiful that shit was, and you finally wake up to reality and realise, that you don't have a lover to do those beautiful things for, you don't have a relationship to pwn unless you want to consider your pet or your mom, you don't have a lover who could be thoughtful and well you can't make moments by yourself last forever, because then you'll just be the same loser.... and you feel like crap when you think that it just might be this way forever, especially at this rate.They say relationships are hard, well for some the hardest part of a relationship is getting into one. Oh shit yea! This is one heck of a crappy feeling... help yourself to a tub of ice cream, eat till you numb the pain. Don't know what this feels like? Lose the lover if you have one and watch any one of these movies [Lots of genres to choose from]: <i>Never Been Kissed, Penelope, Just Go With It, Prince of Persia, Letters to Juliet, Love Actually, Snow Queen, Ever After, Titanic </i>and if you're feeling especially HindiBindi you can try <i>Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, Jodhaa Akhbar, Kaho Naa Pyar Hai</i> or <i>Dilwale Dulhania Le jayenge.</i> Now this crappy feeling can also be brought about by reading books with these love episodes, by witnessing PDA; well basically couples doing things together and hearing other people talk about their relationships and love life.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> That crappy feeling when you get your period<b>.</b> When you get your period it's as if all Hell breaks loose. You guys will not know what it feels like [Hopefully?] and you often think that we're being sissy and we need to get over ourselves and stop acting as if we have it so hard because you all have to deal with some tough stuff yourselves. As a girl I'll make it fairly simple for you to understand why this needs to be #4. Getting your period makes you feel very crappy; first you get all this damned pain, for most of us this pain feels like someone took a large sharp bread knife and stabbed it into our lowest abdomen and as if that wasn't bad enough, they begin to twist it! This stabbing sensation of pain can last for up to two days for some, and a day for most sometimes even days, so you need to medicate yourself to help cope with the process. Being bitchy just comes with the fluctuating hormones, you try getting stabbed and being nice. When you get your period you feel very weak and drained, it's also very stressful because you have to be even more self concious. You feel like shit because you look like shit, because you get bloated and feel fatter, you weren't meant to be attracting people at this stage because you can't reproduce like this so you look unattractive.. [YAY!... more unattractive!] Due to change in hormone levels, you start to break out, sometimes mild sometimes really bad - quite unpredictable, so if you have a social function to attend: <b>Delay that shit</b>. You also become really emotional! You will cry for the dumbest shit ever and become really upset with people for the dumbest shit ever and you basically act like a bitch. Personally, I have found myself crying for the dumbest reasons ever, like having to wash the wares or not getting to watch a show I want to see, and I'm not talking about sobs or a little watery eyed, I'm talking about full streamed funeral crying where you can't breathe with your mouth closed =/ [True stuff man - wow... I'm a mess =| ]</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> That crappy feeling when you realize that the guy/girl you've been crazy over for years, has only been nice to you because s/he's in love with your best friend. Now this has <u>kill me</u> written all over it but it's #5 because it isn't publicly humiliating really, it's an internal crisis that you must face. To think that every time he/she came up to you and spoke such kind words to strike up small talk, you would swoon on the inside because for this beautiful creature to come and talk to you so sweetly could only mean that they want to be your friend, and if they want to be your friend, they may want to be more than friends one day. To recall those butterflies you would get whenever they approached and when you would catch them stealing glances at your good looks when you weren't looking - that could only mean that they have it bad for you too right? <b>Wrong!</b> They only want to talk to you to be your friend, so that they can cosy up to your best friend, whom they are entirely in love with, therefore shutting down any chance you have with them. So s/he still thinks you're hott right? They keep staring! Sadly, they aren't staring at you, but your friend who's right beside youuuu, let your butterflies succumb to your stomach's pool of hydrochloric acid. Now you feel like shit I bet, but this is where your internal dilemma begins. Do you let them hook up with your friend? Darling don't be jealous, anyone who is too coward to befriend their crush directly and is cunning enough to use you as a pawn isn't worth your time.Let your friend know your opinions on this admirer of theirs, if it is that they are truly your best friend, relay to them your feelings about this person as well. A good friend would turn this person down for sure, makes no sense compromising a friendship for an ass. However if your friend has mutual feelings for their admirer who is truly a genuine person just shy at times,and you believe that they could be perfect for each other, put your needs aside and make magic =D.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> That crappy feeling when you're a pity party. Now the only thing worse than drowning in a pool of your own self pity, is to be standing under a torrential shower of pity from others. Which is worst? Being insulted or being pitied. Personally, I'd rather be insulted, this way I know you're being straightforward, you hate me you hate me small thing. However I do have a problem with people pretending to be something they're not... that is nice. For example, you're liming with some friends and people you've never met before and someone feels sorry for you because you're wayyy ugly or you dress like shit and everyone else thinks you're a creeper and they pay you a cheap compliment such as, "Oh you look so nice." You probably didn't even know there was going to be more than 5 people there so you didn't bother to dress up or " Wow, that sweater looks good on you." That was probably the last clean thing you had to wear and it has a knitted unicorn in the front and has no flattering qualities, from that alone you know they're shitting you up. I mean you know you don't look so hot, everyone else doesn't want to talk to you, so what's up with this person? They pity your loserificness. To be complimented yet insulted at the same time is really hard and a crappy feeling because at first you're all blushing that someone just told you something nice!! But yea... <b><u>no</u>!</b> They're just taking pity on your soul. But in all truth you need to forgive these people because they think that they're doing you a favour by lying to you, they don't know any better, and we must pity them for not being able to lie well.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> That crappy feeling when you're single for Valentine's day!!! So I've been single for 19 V-days now and well it was never really crappy for me but trust me younglings, prepare yourself for the loneliest shitting day of the year. Those of you with fair understanding of social implications of this 'holiday' will agree somewhat, if not completely. This crappy feeling isn't just reserved for the 14th of February, but also for New Year's eve when you don't have a special someone to bring in the New Year with.... we're not talking about your cat, dog, mom or dad so don't make excuses for your sad soul =P. Also for events like a wedding or graduation or dinner, when you're expected to bring a date and you have no choice but to show up holding your own hands [<b>Because you're the best date anyone can have</b>,<i> including yourself!</i>!! lolz]. The great thing about V-day however, which differs from those other occasions is that on that one day of the year, everything is red and pink, you've never seen so many hearts and beautiful flowers in your life, it's all so pretty!!! Couples are every where doing sweet romantic things, rubbing their relationship in your face and it is at that moment you realise that your life is sad. And then you enter a store for some dumb reason and see all the beautiful chocolates and teddies that are so damned expensive to buy for yourself, that you actually shed a single tear because you don't have anyone to buy these luscious things for you. Your heart sinks! And then you remember mommy and daddy and how you'll always be their perfect little child and how they'll always love you. It is at that moment you realise how pathetic your life is. If your life is as crappy as mine, my parents don't buy me anything for V-day [ this is not vagina day people, cleanse your mind please], so the rest of the night is attributed to some depressing ass love songs, a little crying session followed by some day dreaming of next year's Valentine's... It is at this point I want you to realise that <b><u>you are doing shit and wasting good precious time</u></b>! You are too good for this shit! You don't need a day to be loved! <b>You need a bloody month</b>, because you are that awesome! You don't need a cheesy teddy bear or a measly delicious chocolate! NO! <b>You deserved to be showered with gifts</b>!!! - And that's exactly what you'll get...<i> on your birthday</i>! It's only like a few months away... =P</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> That crappy feeling when someone forgets your name.The Shittiest part of this is when you remember their name!!! Your name is your identity, it's who you are and therefore should be the first thing people recognise about you... or else we'd have to start changing our concepts of tombstones and put our Profile pic on it instead.. not so? And so it goes to show that if you don't know my name, you don't know who I am. Now some people have memory disorders, they can't remember your name even if their life depended on it, so you must forgive them. However there are those that have very good memories, in fact, their memory is so good that if you were liming with a group of 10 models and you were all introduced to them at the same time; they can actually remember the names of the 10 models- and yes your name will be forgotten. From first hand experience I can tell you that this is a crappy feeling, because there I am with my friend talking to someone and two days later they have a very good recollection of my friend's name but not mine, in fact I don't even think they knew I was there really =S. For those people that see me and don't remember my name; seriously brah?! I'm an Indian with a white girl name.... Is it that hard to remember? Now I don't think the problem is so much as forgetting a name as it is as caring to remember a name.And well that's pretty crappy as well, when people don't even think you're worth accumulating in their precious brain space! OUCH! You can't help that they have small brains, not everyone is as brilliant as you are. To this I merely say, remember these bastards.... and treat them with the same disrespect =). An eye for an eye may make the whole world blind, but at least you still have your dignity lolz.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> That crappy feeling when you have the cold/virus or sinus. Nothing makes you feel crappier than the constant need to expel mucus through one's nostrils.Sinuses are bloody annoying, if it starts to act up in the morning you feel like your whole day is doomed. You seem to be suffering as much as those with a cold or virus, which when present, make you feel horrible, you can't talk, you can't eat, so much pain. You feel like a stain on society because people scorn your runny nose and constant sprays of saliva through sneezing, and you're basically alienated as many people try to stay as far away from you as possible. The worst is when it takes forever to go away. The best thing that can come from this is the allowance to sleep till you recover, but when in so much pain and suffering, it is really hard to to sleep comfortably.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> That crappy feeling you get on Sunday nights before school. Even though this is the worst feeling for me, I rank it as #10 because it is a pain that we all have come to live with. There's no other feeling like relaxing on a lovely Sunday, partying even, only to remember that you need to get up before the sun tomorrow morning to drag yourself to school only to sit in class and be bored to death. Sometimes being in school isn't so bad, especially when you have great friends... but when you don't have any friends in your classes, school becomes hell. The worst thing about Sundays, is that we tend to relax all weekend and we're left hustling on Sunday to complete all our Monday assignments. And we know how teachers like to pack us up with weekend homework - <i>only because they don't want us to get bored and have to waste our time to go out to actually be amused</i>! The best is for people like myself who relax from Friday 2:30 p.m till Sunday 6:30 p.m, and rush down their work all night to go to bed at 2:00 a.m to face a suffering and sleepy Monday. Often I leave my work for Monday because God forbids working on the Sabbath =P. And it's just not the work, even when you don't have assignments due, you don't want to go to school. Sundays just bring an uncomfortable feeling that makes you say "Oh crap! Tomorrow is Sunday", every Saturday. But you can't blame Sunday, on the last day of holidays when school reopens is awful [You're sleeping schedule is all screwed up- <b>Big time</b>!], even at the end of a long weekend is pretty crappy and even when a public holiday comes to an end, our hearts just sink to know that we must return to a place where joy is limited and we must force our <b><u><i>lazy</i></u></b> selves to work. What can I say, suck it up, you'll be doing this all your life.... and look forward to next weekend <3</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> If I buy a nice outfit, I would be inspired to lose weight to fit in it, but how often does one get to wear a nice outfit? Not always, thus I'm always putting back on the weight. So different people would be inspired differently, whether its by today's fashion of by the cruel comments of others or maybe by the health risks you are imposing on your own body, you tell yourself that you need to lose weight. So when I talked about my fashion choices leading me to lose weight, an example would be the saree I bought for my cousin's wedding. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/14811354090/2/tumblr_lwtgka5M8J1r3r6t8" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/14811354090/2/tumblr_lwtgka5M8J1r3r6t8" width="266" /></a></span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As you can see, much of the midsection is exposed. And well since I'm such a lazy bum, there was solely one question on my mind- <i>How to Lose Weight in 1 day</i>. </span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So I pretty much had two weeks to slim down and I decided to go on a fiber diet. So in my brilliant mind, I reasoned that fiber allows for healthy bowel movement so it's like a natural laxative and that it is one of those foods which take long to digest so I'll be fuller for longer. Also that it requires more calories to digest than it actually stores, so I'd also be burning calories at the same <span style="text-align: left;">time. Genius! I said to myself and I ventured on this fibre diet along with fruits and lean meats. However on the third day, after a bowl of oatmeal followed by a granola bar, I was feeling barf-ish with all the grains and it's blandish taste. After a few more days I continued my fibre diet, desperate for a flat tummy and then I read that carbs such as grains actually blow you up and well I stopped automatically as the wedding was quite close. However I feel like I've lost a little weight, but in reality this dumb idea has brought no relevant change to my weight, <b>NONE!</b></span></span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="text-align: left;"> Admittedly</span><span style="text-align: left;">, I must say, much to my avail, that this wasn't my first dumb idea I've had on my eager path to lose weight. When I was younger, I faced weight issues much like today but mainly by my own family, so I had tried some dumb things back then. Well I've tried exercise but I would only exercise for like 15 minutes a day which obviously wasn't enough. Some years after that I reasoned that we exercise to burn fat, so what if there was another heat source besides thine own muscles that can be used to burn fat? And well that led me to picking up the blow dryer and trying to melt my belly fat with that; it seemed brilliant until my skin started to become really hot and I felt like I was deliberately burning myself when it got too hot, sigh*<i> I have no idea what led me to the blow dryer?!Thank God I didn't vouch for a direct flame.</i> Some years after that experience I was Googling how to lose weight - Yes, I Googled =P. And I came across an interesting article, I can't remember what it said exactly but it was around the lines that when you exercise your muscles relax and contract and thus burn fat, so when your body is exposed to very cold temperatures; your muscles relax and contract to regenerate body heat and thus you burn fat. I live in a tropical country so there is no winter for me to try this theory out for a few months, but that night I filled a large bucket with the coldest setting of water from the tap and I brought a bowl of ice cubes and added it to the water and then proceeded to bathe with it. I must say that that was the dumbest thing ever, it was so frickkin' cold!!! Yes, definitely not something I would try again. To this day, I still wonder what the hell made me continue after the first splash of water. I've also tried Nivea Q10 Plus...errr I think you're supposed to use it with exercise for proper results =S.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> But now I've discovered something beautiful?!?!?! Metabolic rate! Your metabolic rate is basically the rate at which your body uses up calories (energy) to perform all its bodily functions. So if you have a high metabolic rate, you're body will naturally use up calories which you take in and that in your body so you won't gain weight. So how to increase your metabolic rate? This made me sooo happy when I heard it; through eating certain foods... and well exercise [not so thrilled by that one]. Yea so eating certain foods helps increase your metabolism, foods such as;</span><br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> garlic</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> green tea</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">milk [however milk is very fattening, if you want to lose weight stay away from dairy products, unless you're using skimmed milk and low fat stuff]</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">oatmeal [fiber diet lolz]</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">coffee</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> water [you should always drink water btw, </span><b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ALWAYS</span> </i></b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">said Snape]</span></span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> fish such as: tuna, salmon and sardines</span></span></li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">apples [ apples require more calories to digest than they actually contain, and it's yummy]</span></span></li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> beans</span></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">almonds and </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">dark chocolate [This makes my day].</span></li>
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Another way to increase your metabolism is by getting the recommended 8 hours of sleep, sleep deprivation slows down your metabolism. Also sleeping with the lights on can also lead to weight gain.</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Another interesting titbit of information is that the colours of your wall can affect your consumption patterns.Colours such as red, orange and yellow increase your appetite while blue suppresses it. So go ahead and paint your whole house blue lolz. Blue kitchen ware i.e. dishes, napkins etc. works just as well.</span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Something that has a big misconception amongst young teenage girls is self starvation. For some reason people think that if they starve themselves i.e not eat food which is mainly seen through skipping meals, that they would be limiting the amount of energy they supply their body and hence their body would have no choice but to use up their fat reserves to produce energy thus resulting in weight loss. However this is not so, when you starve yourself, your body goes into panic mode as it's not getting any nutrients and food, so it tells it self, "There is a shortage of food, must save up on food", and thus your body tries to save it's fat stores instead and you don't lose weight. The weight never stays off, it comes back and sometimes twice as much. When you starve yourself you are decreasing your metabolism, so the best thing to do is eat but in moderate proportions.</span> </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> The main maths to losing weight is to ensure that the calories you take in is less than the calories you burn. That's pretty much why the calorie count is printed on every food package lolz. So if you really want to lose weight you can start counting, but I'd rather live life day to day and well like I've told my friends, if I had one last day to live I would spend it eating everything I love [Cheesecake] because I wouldn't have to deal with the consequences after. </span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> There really is no quick fix to losing weight, not even liposuction because it removes fat cells from a certain area for body contouring, not weight loss and if a proper diet and exercise isn't maintained it can lead to weight gain in untreated areas. So there is no way to lose weight in 1 day, it's an ongoing process and effort- <i>It's a lifestyle</i>.</span><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I don't promote the idea that people should diet and exercise to be rail thin, but diet and exercise because it's healthy and even though I don't do it, you should. It's about loving your body and being happy and confident as who you are.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> When I say guys, I mean all, even those that I haven't spoken to, trust me one way or the other I've heard about you from a girl I know =/ [ how very creepy lolz]. Ok so maybe I was being a bit harsh there when I said <b>all</b>, because some of you aren't arseholes, just <u><b>jerks</b></u>. So are you an arsehole or a jerk? Well that would depend on what you've done lately.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"> If you're the kinda guy that forgets a girl's name after talking to her on several occasions, yet you have the ability to remember all of her friends names after rarely speaking to them; </span><i style="color: #6aa84f;">Then you're an arsehole</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">. If you're the kinda guy that walks up to two girls and talks directly to one of them without so much as acknowledging the presence of the other; </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Then you're</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"> still </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">an arsehole</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">. If you refuse to talk to a girl because you think she's stupid because she doesn't do science subjects or subjects like physics and maths; </span><i style="color: #6aa84f;">Then you're a jerk</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">. If you're the kinda guy that thinks he's better than everyone on every level of life;</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"> Then you're a jerkish arsehole </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">=).</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So with that said, it brings us to our third post of things guys do. I know I haven't posted this in a long time, and well I kept prolonging it... so I guess I have to come better than ever; hence why I'm delivering <b>the truth! </b>The hardcore truth! Anyways, we got back our CAPE results and well yea I surprisingly did good[ Praise be to God =D]. So I guess this calls for a celebration and this is why I will now continue my list of things guys do. But before I do that I just want to re iterate the fact that the rest of the male species, particularly in Trinidad... are mostly arseholes; especially that limited bunch of people that are presently present in a party parallel to mine own. [not to call names =)] <--- idk if you all are smart enough to catch on to what is trying to be said in that last line, lmao it probs makes no sense anyway =)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">9. Guys like to seem cool on Facebook.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Ok so fb is a questionable place to meet new people. Simply because people can lie about themselves online. I mean nobody can speak all those languages they say they can speak but you go ahead and think, 'Oh my he's so exotic' and 'Oh la la, he knows French and Arabic ;)', all this time that guy can barely speak English properly [ yar bwoi]. And what about those pictures, those lovely photo shopped pics??? And when you see them in real life, you're thinking, ' nah nah that cyah be he, nah the guy I see online was better looking...that is probs he brodda' =/ . What about those witty remarks? That are posted up like 5 minutes later and you're they're laughing thinking, 'omg he's so funny and smart'..... I bet he Googled that shit =). Try having a convo with that same person in real life, I'm sure it wud be pretty boring and well 5 mins responses just kills any attempt at a real conversation. Well the main point here is that these guys may seem really cool on fb but in reality they are really retarded. For example, those guys who have like a million girls posting on their wall... yea you may think that he's a real player or that he's a real lady's man since all these girls want to talk to him..... but that is not so. So yea I have come to realize that the only reason why some of these guys have so many girls writing on their wall is simply because THEY TELL THEM TO. Yes, some people have the nerve to ask you, wait not ask, but TELL you to write on their wall, to comment on their status, to go like their picture and comment on their pics as well. And the thing is, you barely know these people! If they're you're close friends then that's something else, but no they're just people you met once or twice =S And well some girls may be guilty of this as well, but truth is, I've never came across one =|</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So if you're one the people who like to ask people to write on your wall so you seem cool, plz don't do that. It only makes you seem sadder than you already are. Also refrain from being the only person to like your own status, comment on your own status and then like that same comment... because that's sad as well.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">10. Guys obsess over the stache.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Well guys just go crazy when it comes to facial hair. It's a bit odd =S. Ok so I understand the whole 'omg I have a mustache, I'm on my way to becoming a man' scene.... but it gets weird. You all try to grow it like a bloody chia, count your hair follicles and comb it! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So this picture sums up the types of beards existing today. It's not the most accurate, but it should suffice.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt0sdrmB8X1r4qfk2o1_400.jpg" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">So basically I have nothing against facial hair... <i>as long as it looks good. </i>So yea many girls don't like facial hair at all, but I'm pro beard. ;) And if you're doing it right I'm sure other girls won't mind as well.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img height="320" src="http://ficdn.fashionindie.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/jake_gyllenhaal.jpg" width="240" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">But what I do have a problem with, is teenage boys and their <b>beginner stache </b>=S, which is also referred to as <b>'Teenager</b>' in the graphic above. Beginner Stache..., you all know what I'm talking about! Those ew strands of hair that add zest to a teenage boy's upper lip =S =S =S! So I have a younger brother and I totally get that feeling of manhood that consumes your immature heart. I totally understand that thrill of noticing that second strand of hair. However, what I don't understand is when a big 19 year old boy is walking around with beginner stache!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</u></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You are now a legal adult in several countries around </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the world, you can vote, you can drive and it's about high time you have a shave =/ It completely confuses me!! Here's the down low.... beginner stache is not only wrong, it's repulsive =) Ok so you're 16 and momm</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">y and daddy won't let you shave as yet because they don't want you to think you're a man as yet or what not- I understand, but during this period it's necessary that you know that it's not your best time to be running down girls. But if you're 19, well above 18, your parents know that you're a man now and the only reason you have that dutty caterpillar is because you think it looks good! IT DOESN'T. Shaving early has no physiological consequences, except for maybe hair follicles growing back thicker...but that's an advantage on your behalf. Like I said I have nothing against moustaches if it looks like this of course. ;)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img height="400" src="http://beardporn.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/beard.jpg" width="277" /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ok well I must say that this is by far one of the most annoying things that guys do. It's soo misleading and deceitful, I'd much rather hear the truth. Ok so you may have heard guys say that girls are the biggest hypocrites ever, and while that may have a tinge of truth to it, they cant wash their hands clean of being hypocrites themselves. And well as guys can be hypocrites just as much as girls, nobody could beat them at being hypocrites to attraction. Now this just makes me laugh! Well I dare you to approach any guy and ask him to describe his perfect dream girl, it should sound something like this; <i>well she has to be pretty, smart,weird, funny and nice.</i> Ok well that's just the basic things you WILL hear, you might even hear more. The thing about it is that guys don't go for those girls that they say they like, instead they go for the opposite, while yes the girls they go for may be pretty but they lack intelligence, humour and can be total biacthes.... and well I guess this just goes to show where their priorities are at. The only thing that matters to guys are looks, a pretty face don't even cut if half the times, they're more interested in a girl with a good body than a beautiful face and a sweet heart. And I guess I just wish they would admit rather than lying about it, making themselves look foolish. [Much respect to the guy that's not afraid to say what he wants]. And well I'm not saying that it's good just to want a girls for their appearances which may satisfy your contactual desires, I'm saying that it's better to be honest. Truth be told, if you are such a shallow bastard that you can only see what the eyes let you see then you are seriously immature and undeserving of a relationship. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So some people may say that guys truly do want smart, pretty, weird, funny , nice girls and the only reason why they go for the opposite is because they are easier to get. I find that even more degrading to girls! There are pretty girls who act dumb to get guys, there are funny girls who never get guys, and well truly guys don't want a girl who's truly weird, they just want one who will call themselves weird... truth be told, I've never met a guy who can handle the real sense of weird and still be attracted to that girl. So dear guys, if you think that lying can hide your bad morals and your lack of testosterone to make you seem like the wholesome gentlemen that you are not.... it doesn't, you just seem like the world's saddest hypocrite a.k.a <i>world's biggest jerk</i> =)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"> Well I hope that this was informative and that I changed your life completely and that you're now a better person, you are therefore welcome. I also hope that I wasn't too harsh and that you all still love me.. well hindi bindi lolz. Any problems? Just comment! I'd love to address them=D. Oh btw hindi bindi bloggers got through to <b>Pottermore</b>! YAYYY!! And well we both got sorted into <b>Ravenclaw</b>!!!YAYYY!!!! Just thought that that was worth a mention, so now you know that you're getting advice from very smart bithcy people... <i>accurate</i>! So till next time folks...</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So yes I'm a girl who reads, but I'm also a girl who writes =). I have this crazy dream of one day writing a book, but we'll see how that goes lolz. So this piece was quite amazing and says quite a lot and so I couldn't help myself but to share it with you all. The girl who reads can imagine, but the girl who writes can create; it's truly an honor to be both =) Go ahead and see how great it is for yourself, scroll down and read =D.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><b><span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">By </span><span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;">Monika Alem, a girl who writes.</span></b></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> You’ll find her in the coffee shop, drink balanced precariously on the edge of the too small table because her laptop is taking up so much space. You’ll find her in the waiting room of your shared dentist— see, she’s that one scribbling madly into the battered notebook because she just thought of a great line to use in her next chapter. You’ll find her in your Physics lecture, but she won’t notice you because she’s staring off into space, contemplating her next plot twist. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Ask her what she’s working on. You noticed that it couldn’t be schoolwork from the intense expression on her face. She might shyly let you in on the premise with a promise that “it’s way cooler than it sounds”. Get her number, though (helpful hint) what you really want is her screen name. She leaves a chat window open while she’s working late at night. Her muse is most active between the hours of eleven and three.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> The girl who writes will have an original mind so she believes in originality. She won’t spend all her time quoting another’s words at you, like the girl who only reads. She doesn’t begin her sentences by saying “As Keats once said…” She won’t compare you to fictional characters (Mr. Darcy or Tyler Durden), who bear no resemblance, much less relevance, to the living or dead. She has no interest in being Alice. For that matter, she has no interest in being the next Lewis Carroll, either. She wants to be the next her. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> The girl who writes is an evolved form of the girl who reads. She has gone beyond exploring the world of others to creating her own. The girl who writes is fascinated not only by you, she is fascinated by life itself and how to capture it in her words. That aspect of her will manifest itself when you introduce her to your friends, your family, your colleagues and she asks them too many questions. You will realize that a girl who writes likes to get to know people. Together, you might go swimming with sharks off the coast of Australia or you may stay home and watch the new X Men movie. She will be equally delighted by both prospects. After all, every person, every experience brings her fresh inspiration. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> The girl who writes</b> will be excited to fall in love with you. Once she does, she <b>will spend the rest of your life together trying to come up with the perfect sentence to describe that feeling.</b> She will never succeed but she will be okay with that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> You know why?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> The girl who writes understands better than anybody else that there is a limit to the power of words. She can reach beyond the alphabet, beyond grammar, beyond language itself. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> She knows the value of action.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Better than knowing what to say, she will know when not to say anything at all and just kiss you or take your hand.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> You already know that you don’t want to date the illiterate girl. With a mind like a white picket fence, she can conceive of no world but her own.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> You thought you wanted to date the girl who reads but I implore you to go one step further. The girl who reads has a mind like a garden, a great garden that is, sadly, also surrounded by a white picket fence. She can conceive of no worlds but the ones others have created for her. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Date a girl who writes. Her mind has no fences. Her mind expands at a rate faster than that of the universe. She will be happy to co-author a world with you.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"><br />
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<div class="postcontent" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 30px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 24px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.</i></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 24px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.</i></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 24px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.</i></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 24px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.</i></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 24px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, god damnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.</i></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 24px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.</i></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 24px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.</i></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 24px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> <b>Don’t date a girl who reads because </b>girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, <b>the girl who reads</b>, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You <b>will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied.</b> So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.</i></span><br />
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