<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327</id><updated>2012-01-28T02:01:10.836-08:00</updated><category term='sense'/><category term='make'/><category term='popularity'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='to'/><category term='ego'/><category term='try'/><category term='chick code'/><category term='i'/><category term='do'/><title type='text'>I think I am going to hit puberty really soon.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-1668351866365318060</id><published>2009-08-29T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:51:23.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='try'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make'/><title type='text'>I say this a little too often.</title><content type='html'>Hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the word 'Lover'. That word sends the iciest cold shiver down my vertebral column (wink, wink awesome word of the day). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vertebral column, noun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: The most sexiest part of the human anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the banter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sane individual would call the other half,a lover? The term lover is meant to be used in a context when one of the partners strike an odd resemblance to Jean claude van in a blonde wig or even better an American gladiator with yet another blonde wig. Pardon me, if I am stereotyping the word lover. I was conditioned at a young age that erotic love stories begin with a raven haired beauty and an overbulging and shiny blonde haired man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not raven haired, neither do I ever plan to set my sights on an overbulging shiny blonde haired man. Thus, the word - lover? Worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of love and media. One of the greatest love story in history: Olivia Newton John and her husband who mysteriously disappeared 15 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;Another potential love story: Will be you and the following video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rKA_-ZCgug&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rKA_-ZCgug&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I discovered embedding a few minutes ago. This would have been the coolest video to mark the discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-1668351866365318060?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1668351866365318060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=1668351866365318060' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/1668351866365318060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/1668351866365318060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-say-this-little-too-often.html' title='I say this a little too often.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-413930342964235501</id><published>2009-06-09T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:35:30.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popularity'/><title type='text'>A bold statement - Get off the high horse, because the kids are dying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/Si6bEYJ3JlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ztQZ-zC3bfE/s1600-h/ist2_4379386-double-personality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/Si6bEYJ3JlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ztQZ-zC3bfE/s200/ist2_4379386-double-personality.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345380307240953426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog, when I have something to say and I am adamant to change my opinion about it. Thus bringing on the topic - 'What intrigues me'? John Doe and Jane Doe to be precise. In short, the masses. For the past few weeks, I have come across intellectual individuals classifying themselves with adjectives such as an 'asshole' or a 'jackass'. What has brought on these individuals to self classify themselves to that extent? Popularity? Ego? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone was the time, when an individual was called a bitch for his or her own wrong doing and they would eventually be overwhelmed with guilt. Behold the time, where you get called a bitch and you retort back with the following statement - "Yes I am THE BITCH, the babe in total control of herself". If such a statement was thrown at me, watch as I roll my eyes and wished you stopped starring at yourself in the full-length mirror every day. Loving yourself? Yes, who is to say anything? Get a hold of yourself? Yes please do, it is about time you take your flaws as flaws and not claim to it to contribute to your perfection. Below, are the most common used phrases by people(italics) and the rest is what actually goes through my head as they are being said. &lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi.. I am an asshole"&lt;/em&gt; - Hi.. I secretly suck my thumb and wish the world was a better place, but if you cant beat em' join em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi.. I am an attention whore"&lt;/em&gt; - Hi.. I do love myself alot, but no one seems to pay enough attention to me thus the affectionate nickname (attention whore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi.. I am a bitch"&lt;/em&gt; - Hi.. I have major insecurities but I will never allow vulnerability to take over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi.. I am a social reject"&lt;/em&gt; - Hi.. I really have not figured myself out as yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi.. I am nice"&lt;/em&gt; - Hi.. I am lonely and just want to make some friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my only theory, for those phrases: No one wants to be an actual open book. An open book leaves room for plenty of judgement. Who wants to be told what is wrong in them? I would not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is me, ending with my phrase, "Hi.. I am a cynic" Go figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-413930342964235501?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/413930342964235501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=413930342964235501' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/413930342964235501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/413930342964235501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2009/06/bold-statement.html' title='A bold statement - Get off the high horse, because the kids are dying.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/Si6bEYJ3JlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ztQZ-zC3bfE/s72-c/ist2_4379386-double-personality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-3557221200545754627</id><published>2009-03-07T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:49:31.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick code'/><title type='text'>Why so serious? - The Chick code.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/Sby_aSQGJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/jfrCsMspLUY/s1600-h/parental_advisory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/Sby_aSQGJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/jfrCsMspLUY/s200/parental_advisory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313332118687197138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after, multiple research tries and reading cliched girl codes, of how every girl should love pink and cry at everything. I will brand the Chick code on my unknown blog, in hope that a bunch of sorority girls include it in their next bible reading. Im presuming, the sorority girls have set an hour aside for bible reading - after their busy schedule of pub-hopping, boys and love for Buffalo wings (so.. I have been watching way too many texas chicks go crazy on Mtv. I do in fact, secretly envy their topless runs and head dunking-sessions in the most cleanest toilet bowls after a round of 10 shots of tequilla.. I so do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will proceed now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chick on chick action is allowed, cause' we express our love for one another openly. We do not do it for attention sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A chick should never let her drunk friend dial. Never! Be it the ex-boyfriend, the parents or a girl she would like to kick for stealing her ex-boyfriend. Professors are an exception, because it has been proven that one is more vocally intellectual when one has had way too much to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A chick should never date her friend's ex-boyfriend or brother. It is written in the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A chick should never ditch her girlfriend for a hot guy who is willing to pay for her drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A chick should never wear all white. It is self - explanatory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A chick should remember streaking, stays in the four walls - no cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A chick should remember 'Window shopping' does not involve cash, and it never will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A chick should be proud to eat chocolate, after bong smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A chick may peddle in the 'friends with benefits' stint, but be warned of the repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A chick in a chick fight, is allowed hair pulling and cursing - that is the limit. The tearing of clothes just screams attention hoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A chick is not required to love beer to prove gender equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A chick is allowed to be as opinionated as she wants too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A chick should love her posse, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A chick should understand that PMS-ing is the coolest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A chick should remember all good girls go to heaven, and only the bad ones stay on earth and procreate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is based on morality.. It is not a religion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-3557221200545754627?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3557221200545754627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=3557221200545754627' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3557221200545754627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3557221200545754627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious? - The Chick code.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/Sby_aSQGJ9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/jfrCsMspLUY/s72-c/parental_advisory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-3953648095093465547</id><published>2009-01-17T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:50:42.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What defines being a Singaporean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SXJtm81yVXI/AAAAAAAAADw/S6YreS0zOxs/s1600-h/Singapore_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SXJtm81yVXI/AAAAAAAAADw/S6YreS0zOxs/s320/Singapore_flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292413028047934834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major identity crisis - That is my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a nation striving to break the cultural barriers and pursue the most colonised western society ever. We are superficial. Our mission for betterment is the 5 Cs - Car. Cash. Condominuim. Credit card. and membership(s) of a Country club. Search it on wikipedia and you'd actually find we have coined that term with pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any particular race in Singapore would never speak his/her mother tongue for the fear of being ridiculed as 'back dated'. We are so made to believe we are born whites but just in the wrong coloured body - we live on the american lingo. We do not believe in traditions and rebel every form of authority that tries to restrict us. We get fined for every wrong doing, the ladies that make our airlines world class live on the strictest diet and a layer of coloured paint on their faces. Lastly, we strive for brands and the classiest restaurants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, ask a Singaporean studying or working overseas are you proud of how your nation has given you so much opportunities to excel? - We shrug our shoulders, and say "Do I look like I care?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are brats. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how I used "we". I am a brat too. I am Singaporean after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, we are extremely polite and clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-3953648095093465547?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3953648095093465547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=3953648095093465547' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3953648095093465547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3953648095093465547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-defines-being-singaporean.html' title='What defines being a Singaporean?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SXJtm81yVXI/AAAAAAAAADw/S6YreS0zOxs/s72-c/Singapore_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-3408610207259422565</id><published>2008-12-15T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:18:30.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I blog, because I do not have a social life and I choose not to have one too cos I like running away.</title><content type='html'>Do we consider the factor of quantity or quality when it comes to measuring a social life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting cross-legged and staring at the skies, for at that moment everything seemed eminent. (sometimes, I feel too theatrical with the way I think, yet it keeps me going). She asked me - define the pinnacle moment of your life? Call me egoistic. However for that moment of my entire Manipal life, I actually found this woman intriguing. In addition, to the intriguing moment I had with her, I could not answer her question. Why? It is not because, I do not have an answer. I like running away. Call me: weak-minded. delicate. coward. I choose to be that way. I answered her meekly: It is life, what is there to define as a pinnacle moment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, in my mind I had the perfect answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second on the agenda, I was asked: How do you prefer listening to music rather than socialising? Errrmmm.. I may sound rather conceited here, but there is only a bunch of individuals I love talking too, it is not aplenty. However, I am quite a misantrophic. The mind is such an amazing tool. You can question it everyday and rationalise it. In addition with music, it works remarkably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s I have no idea, how to work blogspot.. So this article was not written by disha. Our blog: letusramble.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-3408610207259422565?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3408610207259422565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=3408610207259422565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3408610207259422565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3408610207259422565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-blog-because-i-do-not-have-social.html' title='I blog, because I do not have a social life and I choose not to have one too cos I like running away.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-8972844722489094346</id><published>2008-11-08T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:10:25.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love starting my posts with questions, but I cant think of one now. Im emulating Panic at the disco and their song titles.</title><content type='html'>Anything sounds cooler when it is lengthy, that is true isn't it? Take bands like Panic at the disco and Fall Out boy - aren't they cool? (Desi accent), yes they do have catchy tunes, but with song titles like "Lying is most fun for a girl without taking her clothes off" could simply be put as "I hate girls". Three words is all it takes rather than a lengthy 12 words. What ever happened to simplicity in this world? The world has been pushed into a dimension where outdoing each other is all it takes. I am not saying, I exclude myself from the pressures of the world, however I still strive for simplicity. I would not mind living in a remote part of some nation with my sexy Ipod (in which I hope it starts working) and drawing water from a well.. ROFL! Who am I kidding? I am joining the race in time. However, with the lack of an interesting cirriculum at the University I do study, does not exactly give me the motivation to say - Meet Biotech Queen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, challenge me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the agenda, America or commonly known as the US of A, or as I like to call it "The most over hyped nation in the world". Yes, it is the country with Hollywood, yes it is the country with the Pentagon and the Hotdogs and etc. However! Let me emphasize on the however! Do not come to me discussing about American polictics, yes I am very well aware of it's impeccable decision making. However, I am very interested to deal with things that would benefit me in the future. Debating with an individual on how Bush sucked, and how Barack will bring sanity is an obvious statement. Though, I would have to suggest to learn about your nation's politics before venturing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Trance is amazing and I feel everyone should peddle in that genre of music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thy who is silent, shall reap it all" &lt;br /&gt;"You know what is scary, I am so human that I am actually nice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Did I not mention Arsenal would win? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Anne Pereira aka Female who has seen it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-8972844722489094346?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8972844722489094346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=8972844722489094346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/8972844722489094346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/8972844722489094346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-starting-my-posts-with-questions.html' title='I love starting my posts with questions, but I cant think of one now. Im emulating Panic at the disco and their song titles.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-2710472676531482290</id><published>2008-11-05T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:39:58.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what happens when you finally conform?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SRHocZufmLI/AAAAAAAAADc/Azj_5G8ULC0/s1600-h/daft-punk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SRHocZufmLI/AAAAAAAAADc/Azj_5G8ULC0/s320/daft-punk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265245014012696754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hebrew name Samantha means - told by God; listener &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that will always be how I perceive myself to be one. I have never been much of a vocal person, and I do not plan to be one. I have read blog after blog, individuals airing their opinions about life, work load, friends who stand by them and friends who do not. I have always loved the idea of being a bystander, rather than glorifying every opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after always being there and sitting down with various individuals and listening intently to each one of them. I am trying to conform, just writing this post seems way too divulging for me to type. I like being shallow superficially, because vulnerability is a hard thing to conquer. Though put me with one person, that I do not have trust issues with and I would give you the deepest depth to the significance of life and everything circulating around it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continue writing, I am actually very much going to beat around the bush and never come to my point. Why? I have yet to figure that out myself, I have had various answers thrown at me however I cannot bring myself to agree on it. Do not ask me, what is wrong? Cos' there is nothing. Do not ask me, what are you going to do? I am going to do nothing. Do not ask me, where are you going? Cos' I am right here just chilling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I cannot bring myself to conform to being an individual with the ability to answer anything, though I am willing to provide each one of you with my theories and be right there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to settle on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my theories: Life is like the daft punk song "Harder, better, faster, stronger" - Amazing tune and minimal words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work It&lt;br /&gt;Make It&lt;br /&gt;Do It&lt;br /&gt;Makes Us&lt;br /&gt;Harder&lt;br /&gt;Better&lt;br /&gt;Faster&lt;br /&gt;Stronger&lt;br /&gt;More Than&lt;br /&gt;Hour&lt;br /&gt;Our&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;Ever&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;Work is&lt;br /&gt;Over [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work It Harder Make It Better&lt;br /&gt;Do It Faster, Makes Us stronger&lt;br /&gt;More Than Ever Hour After&lt;br /&gt;Our Work Is Never Over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-2710472676531482290?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2710472676531482290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=2710472676531482290' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/2710472676531482290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/2710472676531482290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-what-happens-when-you-finally.html' title='So what happens when you finally conform?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SRHocZufmLI/AAAAAAAAADc/Azj_5G8ULC0/s72-c/daft-punk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-7245852415512809942</id><published>2008-10-20T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:41:09.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you say?</title><content type='html'>What do you say, when your finally speechless?! Its easy! Rant.. Rant about anything that you have seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find people really amusing, people amaze me. I love excluding myself from the human race, it makes me feel that I am worthy of a cause. Insecurity is so sexy, only cos' I love to include the word sexy in every sentence I speak... or what happens when the whole world just appears to moving to fast and you cant cope? Ever sat in a certain spot and just watched everything moved in slow motion and you realize you can never keep up with the speed the world is moving at. Classify the word "World"? Does the world consist of everything you call yours, or does the world consists of just everything yours or not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has no one ever thought of bluetoothing battery power? How amazing would that be? Im hoping, technology defeats itself again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bewildered by music, lyrics claim something... while Life's quotes states the opposite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women and makeup? Ive always been told very affectionately by my dad... Women and makeup is a very complicating subject. When you do not wear a hint of makeup, your not classified very girl material, when you wear some.. you get asked why you wear too much? I just stick to the fact I was born with eyes lined by a black line.. I swear it is au naturel, no eyeliner! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to being speechless, till I find something to rant about.. "I fight for the good and I steal from the rich to give the poor, cos Im Robiness Hood"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-7245852415512809942?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/7245852415512809942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=7245852415512809942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/7245852415512809942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/7245852415512809942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-do-you-say.html' title='What do you say?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-248729841433268193</id><published>2008-09-29T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:18:33.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><title type='text'>Soooo.. Ive been meaning to do this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SOFsf3ZJpnI/AAAAAAAAACo/-J0rGDUA9Ek/s1600-h/shirt_iLoveAlcohol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SOFsf3ZJpnI/AAAAAAAAACo/-J0rGDUA9Ek/s320/shirt_iLoveAlcohol.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251597935191893618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to be exact I have been trying to put up a post, however my deep regret for the world not ending has taken a huge toll on me. The LHC did not live up to it's standards! How difficult is it to make the world end? Seriously? It is just one planet with a distance to the center of about 6,378 kilometers. In addition, much of Earth is fluid anyway (making it possibly flammable) and the most solid skin of the planet is only 66 kilometers thick, relatively speaking, it is thinner than the skin of an apple. Thus making it possibly believable that there is a Higher Power that is clearly disagreeing with my intentions. Screw you, I will start liking you Higher Power when you reciprocate my affections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I will talk about alcohol. Alcohol a vice? Yes or No? Screw you again. I am not the least bothered for a "it is bad" talk, Jesus Christ drank wine on his Last Supper and so should we - everyday! &lt;br /&gt;Think of it in this way, Live everyday like it is your last + religious values and you get lead back to wine and the last supper. It is all perfect and as the Great Lion King said.. Circle of Life or something close to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk about alcohol and it's packaging, recently I so gallavantly brought out alcohol in a pineapple jam bottle, which brings me to the point why has no one ever thought about "Squeezey-alcohol"? This is my concept, get a dishwashing liquid bottle, rinse it thoroughly (residue of liquid could lead to dangerous hallucinations if consumed), pour the alcohol in. When ready to consume squeeze the bottle till desired, it's fun and it's quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If there is such a product out there, please do inform me. If not, I am the stakeholder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-248729841433268193?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/248729841433268193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=248729841433268193' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/248729841433268193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/248729841433268193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/09/soooo-ive-been-meaning-to-do-this.html' title='Soooo.. Ive been meaning to do this.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SOFsf3ZJpnI/AAAAAAAAACo/-J0rGDUA9Ek/s72-c/shirt_iLoveAlcohol.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-780456514912092296</id><published>2008-09-08T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:13:12.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I prefer December 21, 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SMWTSMM6iXI/AAAAAAAAACg/-U96BIw_aFs/s1600-h/imagecmshiggsevent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SMWTSMM6iXI/AAAAAAAAACg/-U96BIw_aFs/s320/imagecmshiggsevent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243759281865132402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the world ending on Wednesday, September 8? Amazing stuff! And we all get eaten alive by the black hole? What intrigues me the most is why The Black Hole is marketed so badly? Why the fear with The Black Hole? Yes, so the black hole literally sucks you in. However, what if The Black Hole is the solution to the most perfect dimension? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so anticipating the big experiment in Geneva, and for the theory of the Big Bang to be finally be set upon as the reason why the world was made and not because "God loves people, and wanted us to have an amazing home". Screw that, particles moving at the speed of light is such a beautiful theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-780456514912092296?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/780456514912092296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=780456514912092296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/780456514912092296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/780456514912092296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-prefer-december-21-2012.html' title='I prefer December 21, 2012'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SMWTSMM6iXI/AAAAAAAAACg/-U96BIw_aFs/s72-c/imagecmshiggsevent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-8002530082893131096</id><published>2008-08-31T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T04:45:46.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's greater than Humility?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SLqCIsU6ycI/AAAAAAAAACY/RAu9tFppo4k/s1600-h/sms1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SLqCIsU6ycI/AAAAAAAAACY/RAu9tFppo4k/s320/sms1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240644202248456642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm! Sarcasm is a reigning quality. A quality so unappreaciated yet a widespread. It hits a person like the recent Hurricane Katrina (bad pun, I say? However, im trying to show how much credibility sarcasm has here). It satirically and paradoxilly exhibits the useless details of life with a flair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, sarcasm? Well, it's because I battled with the spelling of this word for a decade. My phone dictionary always had a question mark after I attempted to type it out in an sms. I trusted the phone dictionary way more than my own instincts, lets all say thanks to my insecurity and how technology does fail. Finally, two days ago I had to include the word 'sarcasm' in my sms, did the usual routine of typing it out and voila! Sony erricsson takes a stab at my spelling skills. The last straw had been pulled, with overrated fury I logged on to dictionary.com and typed out 'sarcasm'. I was right! I was right all along! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's better than beating technology? Boasting about it! I told the whole story to my sister, summarized it, added a little more spice and handed over the rejected phone to her. She tries to type out sarcasm, and it comes out perfectly fine. She hands the phone over to me and says "you have screwed up SMS-ing skills".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I had a breakthrough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-8002530082893131096?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8002530082893131096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=8002530082893131096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/8002530082893131096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/8002530082893131096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-greater-than-humility.html' title='What&apos;s greater than Humility?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SLqCIsU6ycI/AAAAAAAAACY/RAu9tFppo4k/s72-c/sms1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-4990491231158780465</id><published>2008-08-28T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:58:03.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive found my laughin drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnoaj8b2bGM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pnoaj8b2bGM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-4990491231158780465?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4990491231158780465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=4990491231158780465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/4990491231158780465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/4990491231158780465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-found-my-laughin-drug.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-5979316086042844025</id><published>2008-08-24T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:52:53.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the word Fag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SLGMrWywQkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6MCgqHg5388/s1600-h/Einstein.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SLGMrWywQkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6MCgqHg5388/s320/Einstein.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238122518089318978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously I do love the word Fag, it is as equivalent to calling a female a bitch. It brings gender cursing to an equilibrium. &lt;br /&gt;I am no man-bashing or man-hater woman, I love men! I love when they are men and do not segregate themselves into the departments of metrosexuality or emotional freaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have a term for men who prefer creams and gels to the ordinary razor and they are so delicately called Metrosexuals. Oh wow, and who said women empowerment was creating such a stir? We have emotional men too, that just has to voice every minute detail of their life and you sometimes wonder whatever happened to the sentence "Feelings are for pansies". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to understand the new-age man, all it takes is 2 things - their ears are purely aesthetic value and it has always been SEX, that hasnt changed. Easy isnt it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, lets welcome the world to our new gender stereotypes: Hacker Barbie and Metrosexual Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dedication to: Two females who love FAGS! B&amp;S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-5979316086042844025?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5979316086042844025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=5979316086042844025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5979316086042844025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5979316086042844025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-word-fag.html' title='I love the word Fag.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SLGMrWywQkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6MCgqHg5388/s72-c/Einstein.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-1727070479142449338</id><published>2008-08-17T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:55:06.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A passer-by.</title><content type='html'>Being an individual that usually just watches and walks off, one thing that I am glad is coming to an end is: The reign of George W. Bush. Never been a strong political activist, however I have never been a fan of the current president of United States as I truly feel his presidential skills is purely filled with barbarity and the lack of remorse. In addition, it is not like the previous president Bill Clinton made much a change. His reign, was pretty much filled with sex scandals and denials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why? Anti-Bush? Yes, I do feel that the terrorism act done on 9/11 was a baleful event. However, the solution of invading another country is complete nonsensical. To deem a whole country - Terrorism filled, is worse than adversity. Invading the Iraq as a country because of a particular movement that a group of people decided to make known is as good as deeming Sydney a "Gay Nation" just because they have more homosexuals. Purely different context, but the message that I am trying to relay here is George W. Bush has approached the situation very rashly. In the first place, did the country Iraq attack the USA? No they did not, however to send 650,000 troop soldiers into a nation, is just showing that the Americans are fighting fire with fire. That is just how I portray the situation to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, to me every innocent civillian involved in the shuffle of war is just a sad thing to hear just because the country is stereotyped as a "Terrorist-country".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-1727070479142449338?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1727070479142449338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=1727070479142449338' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/1727070479142449338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/1727070479142449338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/08/passer-by.html' title='A passer-by.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-6454038667147871056</id><published>2008-08-07T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:30:12.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I hit the IQ button a little too often?</title><content type='html'>If the legislation decides to pass a new law and imprison any individual with the immense and an irrational preoccupation with knowledge. Prosecute me and send me to the gallows! Ok, so I've watched one too many criminal-related television shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, knowledge?! Well I've had one too many debates with my friends, that IQ is irrelevant in comparison with EQ and street smart qualities! I beg to differ. My thirst for knowledge is a colossal. Being called a know-it-all entices me way more than reading an article on '15 ways to keep your man satisfied'. The embarkment of this quest started when my parents always made family-times a non-profitable quiz show. At dinner times, instead of how did your day go? It started off, with "Do you remember when the renaissance ended?" or "what do you think Tzars?" As weird as this may seem, I enjoyed every part of it till the obsession grew and the wanting to outwit my parents became a priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being knowledgeable may not be everything, but to me it has become a compulsion. For example, a friend and I was strolling along the streets at 3am and we came across a hotel called Rendezvous. She had difficulty pronouncing it, and my perfectionist alter ego crawled out and I made her pronounce the word three times till she got it. A little too far fetched? Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spare me the EQ and street smart necessity talk. EQ became popular like a few years ago, IQ reigned till then. My EQ? Emotions checked! in a clear ziploc bag somewhere. Street smartness? I have my converse shoes to take care of that. In short, book-smart is an amazing quality and I am winning the next "Who wants to be a millionare".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-6454038667147871056?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6454038667147871056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=6454038667147871056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/6454038667147871056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/6454038667147871056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-hit-iq-button-little-too-often.html' title='So I hit the IQ button a little too often?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-1605813550321730669</id><published>2008-08-03T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:05.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A riposte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SJZgZ4yCgTI/AAAAAAAAACI/kuntVa-D62w/s1600-h/picture2life_22133_original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SJZgZ4yCgTI/AAAAAAAAACI/kuntVa-D62w/s320/picture2life_22133_original.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230474015092670770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why So Serious? I'll tell you why!&lt;br /&gt;Today at 4:12am&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been savagely accosted by hysterical girls, fakers, posers and retards pledging their undying love and appreciation towards the new "LOVABLE" villain, Heath Ledger as "The Joker".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now firstly, let me tell you all that I absolutely "LOVED" the Joker, and NO I didn't fall prey to a posthumous glory gimmick, I didn't fall prey to hype (On the contrary, if something is hyped, it only increases expectations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just loved every single bit about Heath Ledger's performance as the Joker. As my young supple son Abhilash said, "This guy could not only walk and talk like The Joker. HE COULD BREATHE as The Joker".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued.. http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=32271595943&amp;ref=mf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The internet has always been known to be a battleground, and if your ready to make a stance be glad to challenge the different opinions. Unanimity never ruled the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and formeost I have to commend the writer for his explicable writing skills. On the contrary however I would greatly disagree with his post, by claming not to fall to a "posthumous glory gimmick and not falling prey to hype" is a little to quick to say isn't it? Judging from the fact the writer posted about how much he adores the Joker and the discord he seem to have with "posers" at the point where the controversies about the Joker is still pretty much blazing through the papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, claiming that "Heath ledger walked and talked like Joker" is a very biased statement. The batman series has been known to date back to the 1960s, and there have been many variations of the Joker being portrayed. First there was Cesar Romero, followed by Jack Nicholson thus, what I am trying to convey here is that the writer should have mentioned his appreaciation for Heath Ledger, playing the character rather than appearing to express his love and loyalty for The Joker and claiming that Heath Ledger is the only actor that depicted The Joker well enough. As there is not one variation of The Joker, but just similar qualities that existed in all the different roles. Hence, I would not catalog him under a fan of The Joker but a fan of Heath Ledger. (Just in case, you did not know: Nicholson's version of the villain The Joker was acclaimed by the American Film Institute's list of the top 50 villains, so here's me asking the writer.. are you sure your not influenced by the media and their accreditation, as much as you claim your not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly the writer claims that, he was blown away by "how a cartoon character was made to be so beliveable". Correction, The Joker will not and should not ever be classified as a "cartoon" character. He first appeared in the 1940s, in the DC comics and was then later animated. Hence The Joker is a fictional COMIC character NOT a "cartoon character". In addition, The Joker is not the only comic character that has been made to be so believable. What ever happened to the "thousand" other DC comic characters that made it to the big screen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last and not least, dissing other individuals just because they do not share the same sentiments with you is completely uncalled for.. writing a 1500 word essay on a fictional character and claiming to be a strong fan of it is purely useless. Try a non-fictional character? Last I heard the society did evolve by respecting non-fictional people that fought with a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perception of your post: I hope you continue lovin' ur milk bottle and please be less biased.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-1605813550321730669?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1605813550321730669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=1605813550321730669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/1605813550321730669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/1605813550321730669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/08/riposte.html' title='A riposte.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SJZgZ4yCgTI/AAAAAAAAACI/kuntVa-D62w/s72-c/picture2life_22133_original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-5834933677818460969</id><published>2008-07-27T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:05.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, sis when will my boobies grow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SIy-YeP0HPI/AAAAAAAAACA/WxiVFoLWAQw/s1600-h/thumbnailCAE86YN2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SIy-YeP0HPI/AAAAAAAAACA/WxiVFoLWAQw/s320/thumbnailCAE86YN2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227762595115834610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rains, and rains all the time in Singapore. What ever happened to Global warming? Bring on the drought, so I can get out without carrying an umbrella! So with that, I am so gleefuly entrusted with taking care of my 5 year old niece. She's an amazing bundle of joy, no doubts about it. However, along with the ever youthful 5 years of life experience comes a million questions that anyone would just wish to run the opposite direction. Its not that, I wouldnt love to impart my life experience to her.. but at 5 years of age. I doubt her mom would like her uttering the words "boobs and ass". Screw Mtv! for creating a whole new generation where they learn things way too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the questions start? Damn, pussycat dolls sings.. "When i grow up I wanna have boobies" and little 5 year old girl goes, so when will I get my boobies? Then big sister Sam goes, errrrr... you know what boobies are? Little 5 year old girl goes.. "yeah only girls who are pretty gets them". Big sis Sam says the unimaginable... "yes". End of conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i may have thrown the fastball here by gettin out of the conversation and just agreeing with her. Or I just may be overreacting totally and she may forget about it. Whichever way it is, if she was to ask me next about sex. Im going to stick to the crane story and never letting a boy hold your hand cos it can impregnate you. It was a story I truly believed in when I was at my naive stages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-5834933677818460969?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5834933677818460969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=5834933677818460969' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5834933677818460969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5834933677818460969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-sis-when-will-my-boobies-grow.html' title='So, sis when will my boobies grow?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SIy-YeP0HPI/AAAAAAAAACA/WxiVFoLWAQw/s72-c/thumbnailCAE86YN2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-5872495067606604455</id><published>2008-07-24T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:47:54.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation with him..</title><content type='html'>He said, "I am the light of the world, he who follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." He claimed attributes belonging only to God: to be able to forgive people of their sin, free them from habits of sin, give people a more abundant life and give them eternal life in heaven. Jesus pointed people to himself. He did not say, "follow my words and you will find truth." He said, "I am the way, the truth, and the life, no one comes to the Father but through me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's how im about to begin my prayer "Ok, you win...".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-5872495067606604455?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5872495067606604455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=5872495067606604455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5872495067606604455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5872495067606604455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-said.html' title='A conversation with him..'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-5062517680465799245</id><published>2008-07-21T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T03:25:10.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has predictability hit the screens?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that every movie, I have watched recently has me predicting the end? Even with critics acclaiming it. Horror flicks? - The unexpected one lives. Chick flicks? - Its all a bed of roses at the end. Thriller movies? - The killer is the one that was mentioned at the initial scene of the movie. I want movies with questions, rather than answers. I want the divergent of serious and comedic tones. I want the antithesis of an environment filmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone bring back Quentin Tarantino, Woody Allen and M night Shymalan back.. Till then screw movies, im sticking to Television series. Anticipating the wait for the next episode is way more enticing than watching another movie with a predictable ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-5062517680465799245?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5062517680465799245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=5062517680465799245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5062517680465799245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5062517680465799245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/07/has-predictability-hit-screens.html' title='Has predictability hit the screens?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-3788266590131256676</id><published>2008-07-21T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:05.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherrielyn says..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SIWmBxPdPBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5bTp1sjo33k/s1600-h/picture2life_70838_original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SIWmBxPdPBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5bTp1sjo33k/s320/picture2life_70838_original.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225765491961576466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@--&gt; _Every glance is killing me / steady hands, just take the wheel  ..........* } says:&lt;br /&gt;u noe huh sammy. people leave footprints behind. but u leave baby powder behind!&lt;br /&gt;Succubus says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We love lip syncing in the car - &lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;You’re vain, your games, you’re insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;and the 7 things i love about you* &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Congrats to Mirah!!! Your engaged!! =] Woohooo!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-3788266590131256676?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3788266590131256676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=3788266590131256676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3788266590131256676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3788266590131256676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/07/sherrielyn-says.html' title='Sherrielyn says..'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SIWmBxPdPBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5bTp1sjo33k/s72-c/picture2life_70838_original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-5936446594954388523</id><published>2008-07-19T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:17:16.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me verses Paranoia?</title><content type='html'>Well, Ive been told that my posts are too random?! Lol, Kurt Cobain is an amazing hero. So i was told to write something that has been going on with me. Well, to show that I would provide a collection of msn conversations. So here is a memorable one, with the help of copy and pasting. The end of the story?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: Sammmmyyyyyyyyyy!!! Three years gone down the drain, all gone!! Everything i had planned all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: hmmmm... ok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: What hmmmm.. ok??? Your suppose to whine and bitch with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: Lol!! Why would I do that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: Cos.. cos its all over :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: So your dead?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: Yes, im going to kill myself!!! right now, I have nothing anymore, everything I did for him for 3 years all gone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: Cool.. Razor blades or overdose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: Sammmyyyy!! How can you be so chilled, cut with ur fuckin' chilled attitude, im not buying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: LOL!! i say overdose cos everyone famous has left this world with an overdose, U think they felt a stage of euphoria before they left cos of the drugs?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: Why do u take everything so easy?! Why are u so fuckin chilled? Why cant u worry like me?! You used too! Worry with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: LOL!!! ROFL!! geez.. take a chill pill woman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADORE ME.. has been added to the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: So, u heard rite?&lt;br /&gt;Adore me says: Yeah i heard.. So Paranoia Queen u ok?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: Im gonna kill myself! Ive done all for 3 years!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adore me says: niceeee.. penknife or drowning?!&lt;br /&gt;Succubus says: ROFL!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: Fuck youll both bitches!!!! Go take ur cool attitude somewhere else! I want to cry my fuckin eyes out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: Do that, we are here :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] has left the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: uffffff!! females!&lt;br /&gt;Adore me says: Lol, sammy than what are we?&lt;br /&gt;Succubus says: We are the highly mutated species of the gender called females.&lt;br /&gt;Adore me says: ur such a lame bitch! only u are able to come up with shit like that!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] has been added to the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: Ur back? I tot u were going to kill yourself?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: Sammy go shove ur chilled-ness somewhere else.. but i still love u lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: LOL!!!! Just take it easy.. seriously.. &lt;br /&gt;Adore me says: I couldnt say it any better..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: Fine.. fine ill try.. how do youll do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: hmmmmmm.. watch porn and drink a keger?&lt;br /&gt;Adore me says: Sammy ur on a roll today!! Ur answers are simply sooo soooo.. simple!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: WTF??! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Succubus says: aaaahhh.. woman, takin it easy, means really really taking it easy and nt worrying ur ass off.. geez ur 22. And u worry like a woman twice ur age.&lt;br /&gt;Adore me says: True.. true..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: Fine!!!!! so what ya'll doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adore me says: Watching porn..&lt;br /&gt;Succubus says: Playing poker...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[--Paranoia Queen--] says: ewwwwwwwwwww.. porn..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adore me says: Aaah, fuck it she wont learn as yet. So sammy, im supposed to write a paper on ideology in capitalism? soo?&lt;br /&gt;Succubus says: u mean that whole classical liberacy, neo-liberalism and etc..&lt;br /&gt;Adore me says: Yeah exactly, soooo?&lt;br /&gt;Succubus says: Fuck off.. im not doing it for u... I heard ur right hand writes? If u actually try?&lt;br /&gt;Adore me says: ahhhh.. so sammy.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the end of the story.. Paranoia queen is still paranoid as ever. Adore me, is still watching porn and well.. as for me succubus.. is winning poker. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-5936446594954388523?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5936446594954388523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=5936446594954388523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5936446594954388523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5936446594954388523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-verses-paranoia.html' title='Me verses Paranoia?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-5706917787545068900</id><published>2008-07-16T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SH5aRSSFM-I/AAAAAAAAABk/kzJPGFp-fvo/s1600-h/kurtcobain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SH5aRSSFM-I/AAAAAAAAABk/kzJPGFp-fvo/s320/kurtcobain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223711870808306658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title, of this post is not exactly linked directly to the content. I just think his amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to blogging, I initially wanted to write about chick flicks and how it taints minds. Too harsh for a stance? Well, then I came across an even more interesting topic, that ive neglected for years. An obsession, I had with a man that penned literature and made it available to the world through music. No, its not michael jackson, its none other than Kurt Cobain. He was an individiual that was never afraid to air his views that would be socially unaccepted. He fought with the understanding of sanity many times. He loved a woman that was as socially insane as him, and both of them brought each other sanity. He did what he loved, and he stuck by it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i believe Courtney love killed him? I would never ever come to that conclusion, Lyrics, and his notes expressed everything he felt. His death? a shotgun to the head? Not even remotely possible, a shotgun at such close range would literally blow his head off! Yet he was just found dead, and bleeding from the ear. Overdosed on drugs? A high possibility, now I dont want to sound naggy and say Drugs are bad. Ok? Maybe they are? But i clearly felt he died, on an overdose.. A death too soon? Whose to judge? He loved what he was doing, he did it his way. He hated the tributes, he hated the psychoanalysis people kept giving him. He was supreme and he died the way he lived his life. There's nothing greater than that. Respect to a human being that loved just being just as it is. Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-5706917787545068900?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5706917787545068900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=5706917787545068900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5706917787545068900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5706917787545068900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-michael-jackson.html' title='I love Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SH5aRSSFM-I/AAAAAAAAABk/kzJPGFp-fvo/s72-c/kurtcobain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-4965534146986473703</id><published>2008-07-08T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:41:07.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title-less</title><content type='html'>"When youve become a woman of few words.. You do know that youve made it to an adult.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-4965534146986473703?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4965534146986473703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=4965534146986473703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/4965534146986473703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/4965534146986473703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/07/title-less.html' title='Title-less'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-1421889044443484063</id><published>2008-07-05T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:03:03.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>Did you know that the average adult falls asleep 7 minutes after the lights are off... Clearly I do not fall under the average category. Did you know the Americans are a bunch of air-heads and they are still revolving around the fact that Barack Obama's skin colour is the colour of American soil.. (Dumwits!) My election predictions: Barack Obama, judging from the fact that many voters always preferred democrats to republicans. Did you know, I personally feel Dan Brown made a million to quick, there were many questions on the fact that he managed to rewrite thousands of years of religios history.. but if understood carefully.. The story given in da Vinci code revolves around the painting, "The Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci". It is not based on the Gospel truth. The Gospel written by the four of his apostles shows the 'Gospel Truth'. It no where mentions that Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene. The controversial book 'da Vinci code' is written with the intention to make it a best selling novel and nothing else. Now, did you know that every embroyo starts as off as a female, then with the hormones a male is formed? Now that questions the fact did Adam come first or Eve? Did you know crop circles are known to be man-made and not signs from aliens?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-1421889044443484063?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1421889044443484063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=1421889044443484063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/1421889044443484063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/1421889044443484063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/07/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-3974538638475062443</id><published>2008-06-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:10:45.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People.</title><content type='html'>People, the mass, the commonality, society - Them? - Ever been in a situation, where your surrounded by individuals, but everything around you is just a blur. You just zone out completely and you never return to the stage of sanity and communication. Thats it.. That is just it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-3974538638475062443?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3974538638475062443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=3974538638475062443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3974538638475062443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3974538638475062443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/06/people.html' title='People.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-5833357109230671002</id><published>2008-06-04T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:06.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Existentialism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SEbS5WtrYPI/AAAAAAAAABU/IHSIH6BzbNc/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SEbS5WtrYPI/AAAAAAAAABU/IHSIH6BzbNc/s320/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208081901892100338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to believe in Existentialism rather than the concept of divinity. As with divinity follows pre-eminent compulsions in comparison to existentialism which focuses primarily on the ability to be free and the aptitude to make one own's decision. Coming down to the question that has always clouded my mind, "to want power or not?"..Power in the way I dictate how my life should be and abominate all other factors or live to the expected standards. I doubt by the time this post is up on my blog, I would have an ephiphany moment.. So im sticking to the grounds that I am one confused chick with plenty of questions to ask. In search of a philospher! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oskar Schindler: They won't soon forget the name "Oskar Schindler" around here. "Oskar Schindler," they'll say, "everybody remembers him. He did something extraordinary. He did what no one else did. He came with nothing, a suitcase, and built a bankrupt company into a major manufactory. And left with a steamer trunk, two steamer trunks, of money. All the riches of the world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Schlinder's list-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-5833357109230671002?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/5833357109230671002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=5833357109230671002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5833357109230671002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/5833357109230671002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/06/existentialism.html' title='Existentialism'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SEbS5WtrYPI/AAAAAAAAABU/IHSIH6BzbNc/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-6025594877841400363</id><published>2008-05-27T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:06.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SDxYU8iILsI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZCcg74Z-ySo/s1600-h/revolving_door_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SDxYU8iILsI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZCcg74Z-ySo/s320/revolving_door_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205132386203348674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats with revolving doors? Eliminate them! Have you ever thought how one could go around and around and never escape to the other side? What if someone from behind pushes so hard, and you lose your step and get stuck in those revolving doors? What if a nail jams the bottom of the doors and your stuck in between? So many Ifs, Id suggest BAN THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy? I never denied that fact. I have a fear for revolving doors and weird looking small creatures that crawl up everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-6025594877841400363?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/6025594877841400363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=6025594877841400363' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/6025594877841400363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/6025594877841400363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-with-revolving-doors-eliminate.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SDxYU8iILsI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZCcg74Z-ySo/s72-c/revolving_door_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-3062258451190923204</id><published>2008-05-22T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:23:57.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Controversial issues?</title><content type='html'>A blog equates to opinions an individual would like to address. Controversial issues should not be highlighted? B********! Lastly, me and controversy do not get along very well. I love standing in the background. Thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-3062258451190923204?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3062258451190923204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=3062258451190923204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3062258451190923204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3062258451190923204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/05/controversial-issues.html' title='Controversial issues?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-3884700758352362801</id><published>2008-05-21T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:18:01.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have learnt from living in  the girls hostel for a semester.</title><content type='html'>And might i add, one semester is more than enough. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When your in the hostel, you lose the initiative to call a girl by their name, but retreat to calling them "female" or "woman"! (Despite the fact, that everyone there is pretty much a girl, and you just hope the desired female realises she is being called!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chats with only a group of 3 girls or less is most often seen till the wee hours in the morning (More than that, would arouse the suspicion of other girls and the bitchiness begins..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never leave chocolates unattended ANYWHERE! it miraculously disappears till you find a wrapper somewhere near the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One toilet for 5 girls? Seriously?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We love wearing our bras outside our clothes. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A concoction created by the girls for exam periods: &lt;br /&gt;Three tablespoons of coffee powder&lt;br /&gt;Three tablespoons of cadbury chocolate powder&lt;br /&gt;Two tablespoons of sugar&lt;br /&gt;Half a glass of milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps you up for days literally! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We have dance moves for every "female problem" we face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We motivate each other to exercise and end up sitting next to treadmill and chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everyday is a chick flick day! The movies are never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We cant talk to boys in the university neither can we talk to them in the malls. However the men cleaners are allowed to roam around the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never be single and in the hostel, once it strikes midnight, every girl is on their cell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Literally girl on girl action is encouraged by other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dance sessions happens at 1am in the morning to the latest Hindi Hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tampons bewilders every other girl in the hostel. (This surprises me too?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, my roommates can be simply categorised into 4 stereotypes: The weird staunch christian, The psychotic chick, who walks around the cubical room in hope of shedding ten pounds, The cleaniness freak that freaks out even more when her towel is dropped on the floor and the "stayer", she never leaves her bed, EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Crosses fingers, in hope that no girl-hostelite reads this*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In dedication to archana raghavan, who is missing us so much but is in denial*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-3884700758352362801?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3884700758352362801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=3884700758352362801' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3884700758352362801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3884700758352362801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-have-learnt-from-living-in-girls.html' title='What I have learnt from living in  the girls hostel for a semester.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-2123743654599754741</id><published>2008-05-18T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T06:40:09.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a feminist. Correction?</title><content type='html'>Reading the book, Feminism mystique by Betty Friedan which portrayed a sentiment that a woman's duty is fulfilled once she child-bears or deals with home-making. *Rolls eyes* Naturally, that statement is completely utile in this age and time. Thus that statement sparked my debate on feminism with many of my friends and to no avail did I get a an agreeing or disagreeing statement. As usual, many stated that they do not really care about the issue as they are not put in a position where they feel they need to make a stance. Im cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my stance on being a feminist? Would be considered hypocrisy by many! Yes, i do believe there should be gender equality in the work place or anywhere for a fact. However, being what you termed as an "old-school" female, I wouldnt mind a guy opening the door for me or letting me pass through before them. That is definitely frowned upon by many staunch feminist. However, like i said.. I love to coin myself as the part-time feminist.. I like all the benefits! Just the benefits please, thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-2123743654599754741?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/2123743654599754741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=2123743654599754741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/2123743654599754741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/2123743654599754741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-feminist-correction.html' title='I am a feminist. Correction?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-1701780606204835236</id><published>2008-05-10T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T05:38:04.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling randomly never failed to garner the wrong attention.</title><content type='html'>[Aaaahh.. Suffocation.. Heat.. People..] *Bleep this shit, im gonna sleep*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-1701780606204835236?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/1701780606204835236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=1701780606204835236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/1701780606204835236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/1701780606204835236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/05/smiling-randomly-never-failed-to-garner.html' title='Smiling randomly never failed to garner the wrong attention.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-8792503155337526704</id><published>2008-05-10T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T05:24:51.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics, a subject very much neglected.</title><content type='html'>Just recently, Politics has been brought to my attention yet again. Politics has always been there, foreign and local news channels cover that area quite often and newspapers constantly publish tactful articles.&lt;br /&gt;So is Politics boring? Personally I feel, No! Ive always had that certain interest in learning the way a country decides to govern itself. Furthermore, Politics is one of the most controversial subjects. Everyone has opinions to air and views to bring across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, according to Aristotle, "If man is a social animal, he is most likely to be a political animal". However lets look upon one of the most publicised country for its politics: United States of America. A simple interview with the demographic that is legal to vote, they base their votes purely on the media or hearsay. Politics in the US has become what you call the "circus oval" - The candidate that juggles the most coloured balls wins. Thus dealing back with Aristotle, to disagree with him would be a huge step. However to say that Americans are a special lot when it comes politics, is a fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, according to the latest news in the 2008 elections, Hilary Clinton has won by a slight margin in Indiana and lost majorly in the North Carolina section. In which, Barack Obama is pretty much seen as the winning stallion in the democrat race. No doubts about it, he has been a favourite of mine from the very start based on the fact he is an ideal figure representing the minority and giving them a voice. However known to many, if Obama Barack does win the democrat race, there would be slight hastiness between the Clintons and Barack due to the fact that a majority of Clinton's campaigns has been "against Barack". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus me, proving the point that Politics is never-ending and it will continue to be a controversial subject with ever increasing scandals, wrong moves made and personal opinions. I love Politics.. &lt;br /&gt;Signing off on a lighter note.. Bom Chicka Wah Wah! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-8792503155337526704?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/8792503155337526704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=8792503155337526704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/8792503155337526704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/8792503155337526704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/05/politics-subject-very-much-neglected.html' title='Politics, a subject very much neglected.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-4877241660899113415</id><published>2008-05-10T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T05:23:36.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An anniversary outburst.</title><content type='html'>The definition of "Anniversary" according to Wikipedia: A day that commemorates and/or celebrates a past event that occurred on the same day of the year as the initial event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where does this lead to? It started, from a simple phone call to a certain someone that tried to challenge and defy the whole idea of an Anniversary just to get out of the "Hornet's nest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being a skeptic individual or more figuratively speaking, the "Doubting Thomas". I actually saw sense in the notions this particular individual was trying to bring across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why celebrate this one particular day? Just because, it is the day we met? Why not make everyday a celebration? Should'nt we celebrate an anniversary when we go through a substantial amount of years? So then, we could say we have been through the thick and thin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would all sound remarkable and may slightly elicit disbelief in Anniversaries, judging from the fact that it is coming from a person that you simply love and in the first place, wanted to spend that special day with. However, being someone whose a strong believer of love and expressing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my opinion: Ass! You missed it, and youll pay! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-4877241660899113415?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4877241660899113415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=4877241660899113415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/4877241660899113415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/4877241660899113415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/05/anniversary-outburst.html' title='An anniversary outburst.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-4809977766705365665</id><published>2008-05-05T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:06.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, seriously I do love it when stupid people breed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SB8Op6WrvJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Al7G-tee7MI/s1600-h/thumbnailCA7EGHTG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SB8Op6WrvJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Al7G-tee7MI/s320/thumbnailCA7EGHTG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196888608210664594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats more entertaining? "Laughing your ass off, at statements a blonde makes" or appearing to be interested in a certain topic that a brunette or redhead is trying to bring across, despite the fact that you have your own set of opinions and you would just like to shove it down her throat and make sure she agrees with you. (Ok, maybe that just happens with me?! But what the heck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, Id pick a blonde over the brunette or redhead anytime,(can i hear sarcastic gasps going around?). Being philosophical throughout the day just leaves one thinking way too much. I am not saying that the "thinkin process" is a bad thing, but to me the whole point of life is to laugh every moment away. Yes, there should be times where an exchange of smart ideas is needed. However soely depending on your intellect to define yourself is just so inferior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a walk around the university and you'll see every individual trying to outsmart one another, linguistically or physically. Do I see the need to get involved in any of these? Frankly, no. Do I have the urge to showcase my capacity, yet again NO. Ive always preferred people with the ability to produce good work and still remain away from the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, I love it when stupid people breed. Bom Chicka Wah wah!! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-4809977766705365665?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/4809977766705365665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=4809977766705365665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/4809977766705365665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/4809977766705365665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-seriously-i-do-love-it-when-stupid.html' title='No, seriously I do love it when stupid people breed.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SB8Op6WrvJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Al7G-tee7MI/s72-c/thumbnailCA7EGHTG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-3747887354020731952</id><published>2008-04-14T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:21:22.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To rant or not to rant?</title><content type='html'>To rant or not to rant? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be a pretentious statement coming from my side. As familiar to all, the amount of blab that comes from me, alone is equivalent to ten chicks put together. The gift of the gab, I say? No! The skill to say the most randomest things at the wrong time? Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-3747887354020731952?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/3747887354020731952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=3747887354020731952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3747887354020731952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/3747887354020731952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-rant-or-not-to-rant.html' title='To rant or not to rant?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3612238952415574327.post-861472574845263393</id><published>2008-01-04T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:06.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SB82RaWrvKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/i2IQqpmMhTQ/s1600-h/thumbnailCAK1U6U5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SB82RaWrvKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/i2IQqpmMhTQ/s320/thumbnailCAK1U6U5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196932167768980642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing straight from my "alcatraz cell 0130586". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men: "Why don't we all just kill females who try to have a voice? Its what we do best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, another female politician has ungracefully left this world just because she wasn't in the kitchen cooking or washing the toilets - Benazir Bhutto&lt;br /&gt;Reason for killing: Being a female in a profession dominated by men (my presumptions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide bomber says: Let me take my own life, to kill a woman leader just to prove how irrelevant my life is and plus since im not gettin any on the face of earth, so I am dying on the fact that I am getting 72 virgins. (Thankfully he wasnt a christian or else, all he will be issued with are wings, a harp and a walk on the clouds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who should be suicide bombers: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- George Bush (I am not anti-bush btw, I just cant stand it when he tries to speak English, it just appears jibberish.)(To all the accent jokers out there, Piss of.. I am Singaporean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mary-Kate, Ashley Olsen and Nicole Ritchie (Hearing about their problems of trying to put on weight, makes me feel like handing them a bag of chips and a bottle of Cola, it works miracles for fat gain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Britney Spears (someone please tie her tubes up so she cant have babies with anymore random dudes and save the younger genration from emulating her pelvic thrusting moves and going bald after every anxiety attack.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kobe Bryant (till, today I feel he is a rapist and he got away with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Prima-donna females (enough said, they should just never exist in the face of this world) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, do i love suicide bombers? pretty much actually. They add that spice and stupidity to newspapers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3612238952415574327-861472574845263393?l=she-isnotreal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/feeds/861472574845263393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3612238952415574327&amp;postID=861472574845263393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/861472574845263393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3612238952415574327/posts/default/861472574845263393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://she-isnotreal.blogspot.com/2008/01/writing-straight-from-my-alcatraz-cell.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SHPVLdQfHbI/AAAAAAAAABc/8WoAaWLuC0E/S220/DSC01792.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A9hq2IoRo3A/SB82RaWrvKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/i2IQqpmMhTQ/s72-c/thumbnailCAK1U6U5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
