<?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-6266563004474352851</id><updated>2011-08-29T12:56:33.863+03:00</updated><category term='Jimmy Choo'/><category term='In Style'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Anna Sui'/><title type='text'>Authentica</title><subtitle type='html'>Into Cyberspace with Fashion, Homes, Food, Travel and Fun!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-6743476830440567241</id><published>2010-02-17T09:48:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:11:31.851+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fajita Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/S3uVlQ3wx8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8lqFGjty3bo/s1600-h/405-Fajitas%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439105442396555202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/S3uVlQ3wx8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8lqFGjty3bo/s320/405-Fajitas%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night was a fun night. We shared our Tuesday family fajita night with very good friends. Shared the joy of the Mexican night with them. It was a very impromptu thing and I feel they are the best! No plans, no expectations, just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;We had some good laughs and spent time talking about what we have done thus far in our lives and what we are capable of doing. Its always healthy thinking positive and since most of us were going thru work hassles, it was very refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;One of our friends mentioned how it was important that we learn something from the people we meet, be it the good or the bad, we need to learn something from that experience.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I read, "Do not be conformed to this world but be transformed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the renewing of the mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so that you may know the good and acceptable and perfect will of God". What a beautiful verse to dwell on. Its not as much the worldly things around us that we need not "conform ourselves to", its in the renewing of that innermost thing called mind, where arrogance, envy, covetousness, selfishness, etc. begin. Thats what needs attention. That needs to be worked on and then gradually you will see that the will of God is so easy to accept. Whatever happens you will be able to accept it as you know it is the will of God.&lt;br /&gt;I personally was very happy that we got to share another night with good friends talking positive. What could be better after a long day at work. How could I end my blog without mentioning how my husband does the best fajitas ever;  he does the chicken and shrimp fajitas so well. He has not experimented with steak as yet. I do like the steak fajitas at TGIF very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-6743476830440567241?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/6743476830440567241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=6743476830440567241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/6743476830440567241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/6743476830440567241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2010/02/fajita-night.html' title='Fajita Night'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/S3uVlQ3wx8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8lqFGjty3bo/s72-c/405-Fajitas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-8539094846717787560</id><published>2010-02-15T09:03:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:24:18.417+03:00</updated><title type='text'>NICKELBACK Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/S3joFluZR2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/voooNEPBDhQ/s1600-h/CIMG1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/S3jkrw0gEuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fsiMYi3q-dI/s1600-h/CIMG1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438347990540489442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/S3jkrw0gEuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fsiMYi3q-dI/s320/CIMG1730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend, we travelled to Dubai for the Nickelback concert. It was held at the Dubai Festival City and was part of the Gulf Biking festival. Status Quo played the following day, but I am not too fond of them. The only song I like of theirs is "In the Army". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Nickelback, it was worth every nickel we spent on them. Every minute of the 2 hours that we spent there was worth all the trouble taken. We got to see Mr. Chad Kreuger in action. He looks so cute with his new look. His voice was mesmerising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel impressed the crowd with his drumming. I recorded his drumming for my son, Evan. The concert was more fun as we went with a bunch of good friends from Kuwait and Dubai. I will post some pictures from the concert and if possible some video footage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not miss the Nickelback concert if it comes to your town, they are truly entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-8539094846717787560?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/8539094846717787560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=8539094846717787560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/8539094846717787560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/8539094846717787560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2010/02/nickelback-concert.html' title='NICKELBACK Concert'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/S3jkrw0gEuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fsiMYi3q-dI/s72-c/CIMG1730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-6754592866296778099</id><published>2010-01-26T17:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:15:25.908+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I have come to realize.....</title><content type='html'>....that I have 0 tolerance for those who take advantage of me or someone else. Be it my seniors, my colleagues, my friends or a stranger. I just can't keep quiet and watch them do it. It keeps nagging within me to tell the person off.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know there are people who actually enjoy taking advantage of others, they actually justify their acts by making statements like "oh she can afford to" or, "oh she has the time", or "oh she WILL enjoy doing it anyway". This attitude gets on my nerves, in my nerves and around my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, very rarely have people got away with acting that way with me. I am more adamant than a mule when it comes to justice. I wont barge an inch. I NEVER take advantage of a person or a situation, and therefore I feel all others around me should be the same. It drives me crazy to see otherwise. I am not being pompous when I say I am not that kind of a person. I may have a lot of weaknesses in me but this is definitely not one of them. Even when I ask a person for a favor, I make sure I somehow make up for it or do my bit in making that person feel good.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine suggested that I butt out of things that do not concern me. I am trying to work around that. This world is such a strange place to be. You look around and you see so much of disappointments around you. No one really cares for your well being, no one is truly happy for you when you do good. You cannot count on anyone to be truly happy for you except your immediate family. Its a strange world out there.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to change in me. I do not know where to start. Staying out of other people's cares and concerns should be one of them. My wish is to go into a shell. Be a quieter person. Be a non-interfering person especially when it comes to matters of others. Be calm and composed even when the world around me is falling apart. Can I be that person? I will blog a few months later to see if there has been any changes in me since I did this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-6754592866296778099?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/6754592866296778099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=6754592866296778099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/6754592866296778099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/6754592866296778099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-come-to-realize.html' title='I have come to realize.....'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-612166964902955833</id><published>2009-11-02T15:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:12:31.632+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Friday</title><content type='html'>I just had a wonderful Friday; being all by myself. It just went to confirm what I have always known, I am a LONER. Its not that I do not enjoy socializing or having people over...but there are times I just want to be myself. And I have not had that privilige for months. I love to listen to music full blast, I love to dance every now and then when a song I like plays, I love to wear what I want to wear and not be restricted by who is around......my kind of day!&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I managed to watch three movies back to back and ate 2 bars of chocolate after I had my chinese take-away lunch and did not have a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I think my system needs to unwind every now and then with these kind of days. On other days I am too stressed out and running behind time for every activity.&lt;br /&gt;I am so not a punctual person. Even the days I set out early, I get delayed by an unexpected call, a friend I meet on the way after a very long time, or some such incident. It amazes me the way I am unable to keep time.&lt;br /&gt;Even to work its been a burden getting to work on time.....I pass my vehicle through the gate as my clock shows 7.35 a.m. (I shud be in by 7.30 a.m. latest), and to think I wake up at 5.15 a.m. What am I doing wrong? I have asked myself that question a 100 times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-612166964902955833?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/612166964902955833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=612166964902955833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/612166964902955833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/612166964902955833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-wonderful-friday.html' title='My Wonderful Friday'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-5939029701790630646</id><published>2009-10-28T22:52:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:30:34.213+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Three months too late!</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I felt like writing on my blog! I know that is unthinkable for a true blogger. I slipped in life, circumstances in life made it hard to have a normal bubbly life. A lot of thoughts came to my mind during the past few weeks......most prominent of all being driving practices! Why is that people do not use the indicator signals while driving on the roads of Kuwait. Do they not know such an option is available in EVERY vehicle. I wish I cud paste it someplace that there are indeed three road tracks and they are differentiated rightly for a reason; the fast track, the disciplined driver track and then we have the slow track. All those who have a 100+ things on their mind and want to stroll at 70kph or slower, should DEFINITELY not be on the middle track. I personally avoid the fast track as I just do not fit there. The middle track is ideal for me. However, when there are dreamers on the same track, and when I am late to work, it really helps if they wud move on to "dreamers track" or commonly known as the slow track instead of holding up traffic and getting a whole lot of people late for work! I wish I cud voice this concern of mine on national television! It gets very frustrating during rush hour to have these dreamers drive by. I too get occupied sometimes with the thoughts and plans of the day, but I ensure that I leave the first two tracks available and move on to the dreamers track. Likewise, it would be great if someone out there emphasized these few traffic glitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Driving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-5939029701790630646?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5939029701790630646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=5939029701790630646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/5939029701790630646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/5939029701790630646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-months-too-late.html' title='Three months too late!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-4017536051834880439</id><published>2009-10-06T08:52:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:19:02.264+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Is dishonesty the best cure?</title><content type='html'>I look around me and see dishonesty to the core. Some lie for the sake of keeping the other from getting hurt, others lie so that all goes well in a relationship, still others lie to hide their envious nature while others lie to keep the society happy. A hundred and more other reasons. Each one has justified reasons for lying. The energy taken to lie, if put to be honest, this world would be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a kind of person, no matter how hard the fact is, I would rather hear it than have people lie about it. When my brother who passed away on 2 May 2009, had gone in for a petscan in April in Bombay for his NH cancer, the tests showed that the "well contained cancer" had indeed spread to certain other organs of his body. It was a fact that was hard for us to digest, leave alone having to tell him about it. My family around me refused to let him have the facts thinking that would destroy his frame of mind and be an obstacle in his healing process. When he called me and asked me, I did not have the heart to lie to him and told him the facts. It may have broken him up from within, it may have hurt him, who knows, it may have also killed his spirit to fight the cancer, I will never know. Was I the reason he did not beat the battle with cancer? I will never know. All I know is that if I was in his place, I would want to hear the truth. He asked everyone to be honest around him, but all kept lying. I feel everyone should be given that choice. If he kept probing and wanted to know the truth, I feel he has the right to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine, being in his position, helpless in a hospital, and have everyone around lying that all is well and me having to take their word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, I know there are alot of people who love me and care for me. But deep within me, I fear, would their love and care keep them from telling me the harshest facts of life. Today, I want to be reassured that there is at least one person I can trust, who would tell me exactly as things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we should remember each of us have to go through tests and trials in our life, God will not give us more than we can handle. How long can you protect someone from getting hurt or being told the truth. No matter how bad the situation, I would want to know the truth. That does not mean, I will not get hurt, it does not mean, I will stand up strong and say "Thats nothing, I can take more". I may falter, I may cry, I may go into a temporary phase of depression, but then I believe that was all written in the book of life for me. I was to feel all those emotions and thats why I have to go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this world is full of people who are not genuine, who are always trying to cover someone else's back, who do not want to hurt their loved one. Why can't we just be? Be honest! One of the commandments does say "thou shalt not lie". Sin does not have a degree. There is nothing like a big sin and a small sin. A sin is a sin. Period. Whether you are into envy, stealing, lying or indulging in adultery, its all equivalent to sin in the eyes of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I feel we lie assuming that we know best and the best is to keep facts away from the other. Not true. No single human being has all the answers. Always remember we are a bunch of imperfect people who desire to  be perfect . So along the way, you have to make certain changes that would lead you up the path to perfection. You may or may never attain perfection in your lifetime, but if you do not try, you will never know. When you see flaws in yourself, the first thing to do is admit they are indeed negative points in you. Secondly, try to make changes to be a better person, you may fail miserably but then again, you must keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me I am wondering why don't I throw caution to the wind and be honest today. I am guilty of being dishonest during many occasions but today I choose to change that. I want to be honest, be it for small things like when the phone rings and I just do not feel like talking, or even if someone asks me for a favor which I know will not fit into my tight schedule. I am going to be honest, even if it hurts the other person. Once again, I am assuming it would hurt the other person. May be the other person would appreciate my honesty and move along. So, why sin for something so trivial. Not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-4017536051834880439?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/4017536051834880439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=4017536051834880439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/4017536051834880439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/4017536051834880439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-dishonesty-best-cure.html' title='Is dishonesty the best cure?'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-5961540832708562398</id><published>2009-07-29T12:10:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:31:20.981+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still!</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine is not happy today. She is going home to take care of her mother who has been taken ill. I am saddened by the fact that she will be travelling with a heavy heart, with so many questions lurking in her mind and no certain answers.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes uncertainties and sudden changes in their lives. My friend leaves not knowing when she will be back, not knowing how bad her mother is, not knowing how she would be able to help with a ten month old baby, not knowing how the rest of her family will cope without her here in Kuwait. So many issues to think about.&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about her predicament and I have come to the conclusion that she will survive through it all because she will have God's favor on her side. When we are sure of God's presence in our life, we can take on any challenges that come our way. Simply because God is in control of every turn in our life. What great hope we have as we have the favor of God on our side.&lt;br /&gt;Faith is standing still and holding on to your promises during the STORM and not when the sea is calm.&lt;br /&gt;Faith is being certain of the unseen.&lt;br /&gt;Faith can move mountains if you truly believe and not waiver in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;It is very difficult to be still and not ask questions when trials hit you, but that is what we are called to do. That way we show characteristics of a true christian. I love the verse I read this morning, "we are asked to run with patience the race that is set before us". Patience and run are two extremes in my dictionary, they cannot go hand in hand during a race. It is so contradictory, yet we are asked to run with patience. In my understanding it simply means its during your trials and challenges that you are asked to move on doing your duties and not sit and wallow in your adverse situation. You have to carry on what you are asked to do and move on in life. Just like Christ was sure of the crucifixation that lay ahead, he continued to do miracles, continued to heal the sick, blind and lame, he continued to reach out to the down-trodden. He did not sit moaning the trial that was up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;So my advice to my friend would be to move on, go ahead and run the race that is set for her, with patience and in due time she will see God's hand was with her through all her uncertainties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-5961540832708562398?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5961540832708562398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=5961540832708562398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/5961540832708562398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/5961540832708562398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-still.html' title='Be Still!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-4107495130781317535</id><published>2009-07-28T08:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:09:00.701+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAQDYApkvI/AAAAAAAAADo/DD_qkcjkN5I/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363804806369088242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAQDYApkvI/AAAAAAAAADo/DD_qkcjkN5I/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally went and had that long over-due hair-cut. I gathered all my courage and went straight from work. Did not want to have second thoughts. I have never been happy with my hair cuts, they have never been "oh wow". So, usually, when I decide to cut my hair, and reluctantly make that appointment, a 100 thoughts crop up in my mind like, why did I want a cut, my hair looks good today, everyone has bad hair days, why did I make that appointment, my hair looks better than it ever has right now.....all these thoughts crowd my mind and I go with that negative attitude. Not yesterday! I did not have any of those thoughts.......my hair was really really bad, limp and made me look very pale. All signs were showing that I was indeed long over due. I must admit, I prayed that I wud not look odd as I had a birthday party to attend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amidst all the standstorm in Kuwait, I have been hit by the wind of change. Last week I went in for a candle wax treatment for my facial hair, wow, my skin feels as soft as a baby's butt, and then I went to a shoe store and got myself two pairs of shoes that I would never even have tried before, but this time I put it on my feet and decided it would be make a good change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to my hair, I must say I am a happy person. Hope it stays as good after my first shower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. For your info, my face is totally touched up with photoshop or one of those amazing programs. Hard as I looked, I could not find a single blemish on my face.  This picture just goes to prove what technology can do!! Who knows may be the next time, the photographer could make my neck look shorter!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-4107495130781317535?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/4107495130781317535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=4107495130781317535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/4107495130781317535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/4107495130781317535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hair.html' title='My Hair!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAQDYApkvI/AAAAAAAAADo/DD_qkcjkN5I/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-6365444712421720765</id><published>2009-07-21T09:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:55:02.973+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Choo'/><title type='text'>My hunt for shoes carries on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SmVhB2fdhHI/AAAAAAAAADI/88IOUzu5avs/s1600-h/094ALIAHPAT_medium_fr_Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360797615889679474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SmVhB2fdhHI/AAAAAAAAADI/88IOUzu5avs/s320/094ALIAHPAT_medium_fr_Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SmVf5da2nEI/AAAAAAAAADA/zUCre845rrQ/s1600-h/094AURAPAT_medium_fr_Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360796372208884802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SmVf5da2nEI/AAAAAAAAADA/zUCre845rrQ/s320/094AURAPAT_medium_fr_Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been looking for the perfect black shoes for I dont know how long. I have gone to so many malls, in and out of so many of my favorite stores but in vain. I need that perfect shoe for work, the perfect heel, the perfect look, the perfect comfort. I do not compromise for second best when it comes to shoes/footwear. No matter what others think, if I am not confident in them I will not pick it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I go for stilettos, shoes that are delicate to look at yet comfortable. It has to look just perfect from any angle of the human eye. The colour of the heels matter to me just as much as the colour of the shoe itself. And as if that does not make my hunt for shoes tuff, I had to have shoe size that is neither 37 nor 36. Anyone out there have feet that measure 36.5?. Join my club. Its so difficult to get shoes that are comfortable as you either opt for a slighly loose fit (37) or a tightly packed fit (36). All my life i settled for 36 which has left me with some odd looking cones on my toes. I feel more confident with a tight shoe than a loose one that might just fall off my feet while I trot to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to Skechers the other day and found meself a very nice shoe that was size 36.5. I grabbed it. Keds are available in all sizes but shoes are the difficult choice. What is even more depressing is when your husband does not like your choice in footwear. I prefer the delicate ones and he prefers me wearing cloggs, out of this world kind of shoes in shocking colours and funky stuff. In my opinion, I feel all of that is very loud for my sense of dressing and therefore refrain from picking those. What do you do in these instances, do you buy shoes to please hubby or yourself?? Uuh uuh......not me! Its all about being confident in what you feel good in. I aint straying from that train of thought EVER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been looking for a skin tone (nude colour) shoe as well, that wud go so easily with all dresses and skirts. But that too in vain. You just do not find shoes like they have at Jimmy Choo. I wud love to meet her and thank her for making a world of difference in the shoes worn by celebrities these days. She makes such lovely shoes, its amazing. They are perfect and delicate from every angle. In addition, she has them in all sizes. God bless America! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Check out some of these shoes below to understand what I am trying to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.jimmychoo.com/pws/ProductCategoryAttributeLink.ice?layout=departmentprod.layout&amp;amp;paId=CLAS&amp;amp;value=02&amp;amp;paId2=AVAILABLE_ONLINE&amp;amp;value2=true&amp;amp;productsPerPage=6"&gt;http://http//www.jimmychoo.com/pws/ProductCategoryAttributeLink.ice?layout=departmentprod.layout&amp;amp;paId=CLAS&amp;amp;value=02&amp;amp;paId2=AVAILABLE_ONLINE&amp;amp;value2=true&amp;amp;productsPerPage=6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-6365444712421720765?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/6365444712421720765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=6365444712421720765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/6365444712421720765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/6365444712421720765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-hunt-for-shoes-carries-on.html' title='My hunt for shoes carries on.'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SmVhB2fdhHI/AAAAAAAAADI/88IOUzu5avs/s72-c/094ALIAHPAT_medium_fr_Black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-3592267992924614918</id><published>2009-07-21T08:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:14:19.516+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna Sui'/><title type='text'>I love Anna Sui dresses!</title><content type='html'>Check some of these gorgeous dresses by Anna Sui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edressme.com/annasui.html"&gt;http://www.edressme.com/annasui.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the prints and the feel of the fabric. The very design of each of these dresses makes you want to have them. I must admit they are priced on the higher side but if I ever see these dresses, I wud love to pick one at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-3592267992924614918?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/3592267992924614918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=3592267992924614918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/3592267992924614918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/3592267992924614918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-anna-sui-dresses.html' title='I love Anna Sui dresses!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-1951308039903458137</id><published>2009-07-21T08:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:08:08.228+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Style'/><title type='text'>Look of the Season!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SmVbJ4SHscI/AAAAAAAAACw/rZP-M2Ko2nY/s1600-h/072009-little-white-dress-400x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360791156739781058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SmVbJ4SHscI/AAAAAAAAACw/rZP-M2Ko2nY/s320/072009-little-white-dress-400x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SmVZfHW-LxI/AAAAAAAAACI/0jFttmWhjI0/s1600-h/RYP0292-fnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360789322540658450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SmVZfHW-LxI/AAAAAAAAACI/0jFttmWhjI0/s320/RYP0292-fnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SmVZmj8fvuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_IV1aZDKhyk/s1600-h/RYP0292-bck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360789450473324258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SmVZmj8fvuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_IV1aZDKhyk/s320/RYP0292-bck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little white dresses (LWD) are officially the look for the season. I love white clothes, in fact most of the clothes in my closet are white. I feel a white dress can be carried off during the day or night, just by accessorizing it for the occasion. White can be accessorized with any bright colours to give you that summer look, go plain white or my all time favorite is accessoize it with tanned brown. My favorite combination wud be a white dress with a tanned broad belt, with the same colour boots. That would be so cool. Perm up the hair a bit to give that bohemian look. Another kool look with white would be throwing a short-denim jacket over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to In Style, Eva Mendes, Cameron Dias and Demi Moore were spotted in white dresses and what lovely white dresses they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-1951308039903458137?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/1951308039903458137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=1951308039903458137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/1951308039903458137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/1951308039903458137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-of-season.html' title='Look of the Season!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SmVbJ4SHscI/AAAAAAAAACw/rZP-M2Ko2nY/s72-c/072009-little-white-dress-400x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-7634125736769051682</id><published>2009-07-13T14:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:34:37.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what to look for in a potential mate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/Sl8QAtl614I/AAAAAAAAABY/Cew-Z6FecLE/s1600-h/6270_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359019686018865026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/Sl8QAtl614I/AAAAAAAAABY/Cew-Z6FecLE/s320/6270_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;There are lots of qualities that matter: character, integrity, stability. But here's something else to consider: look for someone who encourages you and has a positive outlook. It's hard to have a happy marriage when your partner constantly criticizes you or makes you feel inadequate. Your spouse should be trying to build you up - not tear you down. And it's easier to have a happy marriage when you're with someone who finds hope in situations instead of always seeing the glass half empty. So look for someone who has a positive attitude about working through the tough spots in your relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things Every Marriage Needs By: Dr. Gary Smalley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Excerpted from the book, Joy That Lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did I go wrong? How could I wind up in such despair? My derailment occurred because I was looking for happiness, not joy. There is a major difference between happiness and joy. Happiness in life is transitory, dependent on circumstances. Joy continues regardless of trials. That's especially true in marriage. When a couple discovers joy, they are free to enjoy marriage the way it was designed by God. And they are able to endure all that life throws at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are five things every individual (not just married people) needs in life, but we tend to look for them in all the wrong places. But when we have these five things, we are able daily to experience indescribable joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First, I Needed an Energy Source to Recharge My Spiritual and Emotional Batteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was looking to Bill and to my job for my energy. Everything that gave my life meaning and significance came from my friend and my work. When I was with him, I was high. When I was on the road planning an event, my life felt important. On those occasions when I was not getting what I needed from work, I would look to Norma to make up the difference. But she was busy with three kids, so my expectations often weren't met. I didn't realize that neither my job nor any person would provide the lasting fulfillment I needed. That had to come from another source. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Second, I Needed Someone to Whom I Could Pour Out My Heart and Talk to About Anything at Any Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You might naturally think my wife would be that person, and Norma tried to help. But I knew she had expressed concerns about my being involved in this work, so I didn't feel free to completely open up to her. And the problem with having only one really close friend like Bill was that when that friendship changed, I had no one else to turn to. What I didn't know was that I did have this type of friend. He was waiting for me to open up to him, but it took me a long time to realize it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third, I Needed to Understand My Emotions, For They Were Warning Lights Telling Me I Was in Trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't know it at the time, but there were numerous indications that I was in trouble. My anger at Bill and the ministry was a big one. Fear of the future was another. Loneliness should have been a clue that I was expecting too much from Bill. Depression was a major warning sign that life wasn't cooperating with my expectations. But I didn't understand my emotions, and so I suffered far more than necessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth, I Needed to Know That There Is Meaning in the Trials We Endure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Bible makes a promise though it is one we don't really want to claim that we all will endure trials. Trials are an inevitable part of life. But I was totally unprepared for this trauma. Norma couldn't help me either, because my trial had caused a crisis in her life. There was no way then that Norma and I could come together and gain understanding of the situation. Now I can look back and tell you that this crisis was one of the best things that happened to me and Norma. I would never want to go through it again, but I truly wouldn't trade what I learned either. The message of this book, the joy that Norma and I discovered, is a direct outcome of my crisis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fifth, I Needed to Have a Shared Mission with My Wife That Was Beyond Us, One That We Could Strive for Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You no doubt noticed that Norma wasn't a part of my work with Bill. So often we segment our lives, and work stays distinct from family. But by leaving Norma out of this part of my life, I lost something of great value. Fortunately, today Norma and I have combined our talents and we are a team. You may see me in front of a crowd at a conference, but believe me, without her supportive work, there is no conference. The joy we get out of working as a team is incredible, even though it's not always smooth sailing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-7634125736769051682?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/7634125736769051682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=7634125736769051682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/7634125736769051682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/7634125736769051682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-know-what-to-look-for-in.html' title='Do you know what to look for in a potential mate?'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/Sl8QAtl614I/AAAAAAAAABY/Cew-Z6FecLE/s72-c/6270_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-2539775423430417957</id><published>2009-07-09T11:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:20:41.152+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Which would be the dress you would chose?</title><content type='html'>I love clothes and I think the ones on this site are really smart dresses. Personally I do not like to show off my arms/shoulders as much as I like to show off my legs. I dress for I, me and myself. I feel the days I dress well, I can work better, am a happier person and somehow can look at life's challenges through a better perspective. Hmm shallow you may think. Yet true it is. Its just a state of mind where I am happy and very little can ruin it. I like to set my own style, my own fashion statement and do not necessarily go with what the world follows at any particular time. Of course if it suits my taste, no denying I will be with the trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in an office where I often do not meet people, come in late (flexi hours) and leave late (everyone has left the offices) and yet I enjoy dressing up. A sense of happiness I get when I dress well. That is precisely why I never like anyone else buying me clothes. I will not wear anything that I am not confident in, albeit it may be a dress worn by Denise Richards or Kate Hudson. It has to make me feel good for me to wear something. Sometimes I wear clothes that are not always approved by my friends, but that does not stop me either. I love stripes and will wear them no matter how wide I look in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my closet has more of white clothes and of course stripes. I love mixing a white semi-formal shirt with dark blue jeans and throw in a scarf to got with it. What I love and am most comfortable in is long loose tshirts with my jeans and keds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you look at Jimmy Choo shoes and wish they were on your feet? Hmm what about those Prada bags that seem so perfect on your arm? Well my closet has neither!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.bebe.com/b/675941011?extid=ps_msn_Apparel_Dresses_drop+waist+dress&amp;amp;OVMTC=p&amp;amp;OVKEY=drop%20waist%20dress&amp;amp;creative=395888&amp;amp;adcid=949132"&gt;http://http//www.bebe.com/b/675941011?extid=ps_msn_Apparel_Dresses_drop+waist+dress&amp;amp;OVMTC=p&amp;amp;OVKEY=drop%20waist%20dress&amp;amp;creative=395888&amp;amp;adcid=949132&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-2539775423430417957?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/2539775423430417957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=2539775423430417957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/2539775423430417957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/2539775423430417957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/which-would-be-dress-you-would-chose.html' title='Which would be the dress you would chose?'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-3290944612040195969</id><published>2009-07-08T08:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:37:53.063+03:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer a Secret! Victoria's Secret on Sale!</title><content type='html'>Check this half yearly sale on all products from Victoria's Secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.victoriassecret.com/?cm_mmc=AveA-_-MSNSpotlight_FrShip070809_swimclose-_-140x140-_-HP"&gt;http://http://www.victoriassecret.com/?cm_mmc=AveA-_-MSNSpotlight_FrShip070809_swimclose-_-140x140-_-HP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-3290944612040195969?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/3290944612040195969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=3290944612040195969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/3290944612040195969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/3290944612040195969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-longer-secret-victorias-secret-on.html' title='No longer a Secret! 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Do you try hard to think back and retrieve all those old memories when you too did have the time of your life. Do you often wonder why at those times your aim in life was to finish college, get a job and move out of your parents' home? Now you realize, you have finished college, you do have a job and you do not live with your parents anymore, yet you have not attained what you were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder if there was a time machine you could step into and go back in time and live your life to the fullest, change things that could be changed and appreicate the people you hurt along the way; literally make sweet memories that would last you during those days in your future when you would start wondering?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-755127848143988380?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/755127848143988380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=755127848143988380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/755127848143988380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/755127848143988380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-ever-wonder.html' title='Do you ever wonder?'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-6200533724519165204</id><published>2009-07-06T12:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:15:18.412+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasagne</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to bake lasagne yet never knew how to go about it. Here's a very easy way to do it. Just click away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delish.com/recipefinder/northern-style-lasagna-1001"&gt;http://www.delish.com/recipefinder/northern-style-lasagna-1001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-6200533724519165204?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/6200533724519165204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=6200533724519165204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/6200533724519165204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/6200533724519165204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/lasagne.html' title='Lasagne'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-3392533437999325347</id><published>2009-07-05T10:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:11:25.706+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SlBeZvxFMTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3kAjidq-WVA/s1600-h/ATT33191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SlBeZvxFMTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3kAjidq-WVA/s320/ATT33191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354883753355587890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally like homes that are sparsely decorated. I feel a home is not a home unless its cosy. The fabrics used, the color of the fabrics, the comfortable look of the sofas and the lights play an important role in giving it that perfect ambience. If I ever were to build my own home, it would have wooden flooring and a wooden staircase. A low coffee table would be a must. I would have off-white or white fabrics. I prefer white as it makes the homes look brighter and larger. I am not into paintings so would keep it to one or two. If I had my way, the television set would not be part of the living room decoration. Have a lot of hidden lamps in the corners of the sofa with dark green plants over them. I like a home to have a big mirror somewhere close to the entrance of the living area. Large windows definetly a must in my home. Preferably, one wall of the house should have french windows. A music system that is heard but not seen. Not too many artifacts as then the beauty of the art work would lose its value.  &lt;br /&gt;I recently visited a friends' home which had loud colours, was crowded and had antique pieces all over. I found that house to be very ethnic and beautiful. Alot of effort was taken in getting all the colours coordinated, albeit it was red and black. Getting the right shades of red is not an easy task. I appreciated that house too. Although I have my own set idea for a home, it does not mean, I would not appreciate another that would be contrary to what I have in mind. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone's home is their special place. &lt;br /&gt;I love Japanese homes. The picture above would be picture perfect if I could change the flooring (too laminated for my taste), the shelf to the left of the TV set would have to go and voila, its my ideal living room. I love white sofas, the light coming in through those curtains, the dip in the flooring. I would lose the coffee table in front of the TV set as well. &lt;br /&gt;Feel free to comment on what would be your ideal living room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-3392533437999325347?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/3392533437999325347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=3392533437999325347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/3392533437999325347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/3392533437999325347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/room.html' title='The Room'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SlBeZvxFMTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3kAjidq-WVA/s72-c/ATT33191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-3139742770607471906</id><published>2009-07-05T10:21:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:41:49.174+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAXwEV9XjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pIaz3YgCG8c/s1600-h/Sunu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363813270765264434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAXwEV9XjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pIaz3YgCG8c/s320/Sunu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAXokZKfjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bxCRVHXwmU4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363813141929688626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAXokZKfjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bxCRVHXwmU4/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAX79Q9QKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iyNKm7Pg85o/s1600-h/reggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363813475023667362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAX79Q9QKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iyNKm7Pg85o/s320/reggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAXfYm0_tI/AAAAAAAAAD4/elmxqA1ev-g/s1600-h/group1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363812984146951890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAXfYm0_tI/AAAAAAAAAD4/elmxqA1ev-g/s320/group1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAXXgINJzI/AAAAAAAAADw/-_x4FaZ2mlw/s1600-h/crazyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363812848727041842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAXXgINJzI/AAAAAAAAADw/-_x4FaZ2mlw/s320/crazyone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, all our husbands were out on a mission together and that got us women to have a Girls Day Out. We dressed up in jeans and went out bowling. We had planned the whole day out; looking back now, we were a bit too ambitious. We wanted to conquer the world in half a day! Do all the things we always wanted but never actually got an opportunity to do. We wanted to swim, watch a movie at the theatre, shop around the biggest mall here, go bowling, have a nice meal, blah blah blah. We managed to do 3 out of 100! We went bowling and had a whole load of fun. All the screaming and excitment got us real hungry so we thought eating would give us more energy. Wrong again! That only led us to being over-stuffed and lazy. Eventually we ended up at my place, watched the movie "The Women". It was a real nice movie with an all women cast and what a lovely cast of women: Meg Ryan, Eva Mendes, Annette Bening, Debra Messing, Jada Pinkett Smith, etc. Men are richly mentioned but not portrayed. The movie was directed by a woman, Diana English. A must see when friends get together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-3139742770607471906?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/3139742770607471906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=3139742770607471906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/3139742770607471906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/3139742770607471906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls Day Out!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SnAXwEV9XjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pIaz3YgCG8c/s72-c/Sunu1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-2524789387075372131</id><published>2009-07-01T15:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:38:18.886+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SktYs4v46uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VS_ZuyX3xqQ/s1600-h/74687_aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SktYs4v46uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VS_ZuyX3xqQ/s320/74687_aa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353470110230702818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best romantic comedy I have seen since P.S. I love you and How to lose a guy in ten days. Sandra Bullock is excellent in this movie, although I felt she over did her acting in that eagle scene. I still love her dress sense and the way she carries herself. Its a must see for all girls who like chick flicks. Every actor in the movie did his/her part really well. A good entertainer, I would go for it the second time easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-2524789387075372131?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/2524789387075372131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=2524789387075372131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/2524789387075372131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/2524789387075372131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/proposal.html' title='The Proposal'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SktYs4v46uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VS_ZuyX3xqQ/s72-c/74687_aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-9060322613192643845</id><published>2009-07-01T10:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:40:26.669+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Michael Jackson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SksS4fVCKtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/P6tAbRzG4Qk/s1600-h/michael_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SksS4fVCKtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/P6tAbRzG4Qk/s320/michael_jackson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353393343751662290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...the morning the news that Michael Jackson had passed away, I got several sms and calls from my family members. They were sharing their kind sentiments with me. I did not feel any different from any other ordinary person on hearing the news; shocked and saddened but that was it. Yet, they were all passing emails and sms asking "how is she taking it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to realize that I was not affected by Michael Jackson's death as I would have been in the mid 80s. I was one of his craziest fans and drove my dad and siblings crazy collecting all his stuff. I had my room with his posters on the wall, postcards, cassettes, videos, tshirts, stickers, the works. I had his picture drawn by one of my good friends, Renee, in the eighth grade (God bless her), I wrote him letters to invite me for any of his concerts, learnt all his moves.......Looking back I really got my dad to spend a lot of money on me. Hmm....strangely now it all comes back to me like a bolt of lightning.....where did all that die-hard fan emotions go of mine. I thought I would never love anyone as much as MJ!I knew the lyrics to every song of his, PYT being one of my favorites after Billie Jean. I used to fight with any and every person who used to so much as even suggest that he was not normal. Fact remains that he was my idol then, but not anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered why my daughter had to have anything and everything that has a 'Hannah Montana' tag or the famous "HSM" logo. For her, it really does not matter if its an over sized pyjama, a pair of sock, a teeny weeny bag, another cushion, whatever. I remember how my parents indulged me with all my heart's desires. I would not define myself as "spoilt child". I guess all these idols, imitations are trimmings of growing years. With time you grow out of it, just as I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I do feel bad about MJ's death. I feel he had a very sad life, he had too much for any person to handle, bearing in mind he saw fame and money from a very young age. He was defamed through alot of scandals, which may have been true. Funny how the press always abused him and mocked him while he was alive, and today, they just keep chanting praises on how he is a legend, an icon, King of Pop.....why do they wait until a person is dead to give him the compliments that they should have while he lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for his family who are left behind. They would have never expected him to die so soon. I am sure there were many feelings and unsaid words that they missed out telling him due to the distance created by fame and money. Here's hoping we never take each other for granted in our lives. All I would say is treat everyone as if it was your last day and you will have no regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-9060322613192643845?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/9060322613192643845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=9060322613192643845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/9060322613192643845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/9060322613192643845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-michael-jackson.html' title='My Michael Jackson!'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SksS4fVCKtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/P6tAbRzG4Qk/s72-c/michael_jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266563004474352851.post-547667791189893631</id><published>2009-07-01T09:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:06:39.616+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>A Different Look, look no further.</title><content type='html'>Girls,&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun site. I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed viewing the attached site. I have always wanted to know what I would look like if I cut my hair short, blunt, caree, the works....and I never mustered enof courage to go and actually try it out. Many a times I have chickened out at the last moment. Well, I have gud news for you, for all those who are like me, who are bored with the same straight limp hair.....I have news for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link below takes you to this site which actually allows you to use your photograph and impose several of the divas hairdos customized around your face. Unbelievable, I thought so as much. It is so kool, you will love it. You just have to try it out. You can use any of your pictures and its just a three (ok, may be four, I was not counting) step thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save all your pictures with the different coloured hairdos and see which one really suits you. Once you have made up your mind, drop everything you had planned for today, make that important call to the hair salon, beg if you have to for an appointment, grab your bags and keys and voila, go get that hair cut that you have so wanted for like a zillion years. Do it today or you may change your mind tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instyle.com/instyle/makeover/?action=showMakeover&amp;amp;makeoverName=jenanistonoscar&amp;amp;tab=hair&amp;amp;hairPage=12"&gt;http://www.instyle.com/instyle/makeover/?action=showMakeover&amp;amp;makeoverName=jenanistonoscar&amp;amp;tab=hair&amp;amp;hairPage=12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6266563004474352851-547667791189893631?l=authenticaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/547667791189893631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6266563004474352851&amp;postID=547667791189893631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/547667791189893631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6266563004474352851/posts/default/547667791189893631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authenticaq8.blogspot.com/2009/06/different-look-look-no-further.html' title='A Different Look, look no further.'/><author><name>Regina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04325534515718568121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pHEZ6NeDJXY/SkND25Rh2sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J-0xbu4j7zE/S220/ScannedImage-16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
