<?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-7589647793977987417</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:12:08.277-07:00</updated><category term='apartment hunting'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Complaints'/><category term='Correspondance'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Wonderings'/><category term='Beauty Secrets'/><category term='Sharky'/><category term='Lucky shoes'/><category term='Style'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='Finance'/><category term='byebye'/><category term='Peeved'/><title type='text'>Missy Havoc</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-4199331258623290679</id><published>2009-11-14T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:42:40.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty Secrets'/><title type='text'>Perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bellissima&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blumarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;A pretty girl fragrance!  This one is bright, bubbly and perfect for fun night outs but it also wears well during the day.  It's fresh and exotic and not at all overpowering.  I really love this one.  Cool bottle too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chance (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fraiche&lt;/span&gt;) by Chanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here's the thing.  I don't really like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; perfumes.  I'd rather wear just a tiny bit of a men's cologne than anything from Victoria's Secret.  That's why I love the original Chanel Chance which is almost boyish.  I've been wearing that since high school and was looking forward to trying the Chance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fraiche&lt;/span&gt;.  It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for a spin-off but smells much more masculine than I like.  And when it dries it has a funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;undernote&lt;/span&gt; that weirds me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Love this one.  Sassy, young, and just a little bit ironic, it's the best working girl fragrance and less obnoxious than its saccharine Dior counterpart, Miss Dior Cherie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Viva La Juicy by Juicy Couture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I don't like anything Juicy.  I pretty much blame Juicy for every woman under 45's dark roots and terry cloth/velour-covered bottom.  With that said, this perfume isn't as bad as I imagined.  This one reminds me of a natural, pretty girl fragrance.  Musky without being too heavy &amp;amp; fresh enough for daytime, this is the one I'd pack on trips to wear anywhere anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Couture Couture by Juicy Couture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;In a word, NO. Smells like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Flintstone&lt;/span&gt; vitamins and is every bit as tacky as their store's interiors.  (Do you really need charm bracelets and chandeliers everywhere?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;L'eau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ambree&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;I love this perfume.  Soft &amp;amp; romantic, this is poetry on your pulse points. You really have to give it a chance though.  Upon first smell its not a major wow, but it really develops on your skin and turns into something complex and mysterious.  It also blends really well, so if you are like me and wear fruity shampoos &amp;amp; vanilla body creams, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt; kinda floats and coats everything else with a cool, sophisticated smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Eau&lt;/span&gt; Mega by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Viktor&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Rolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;LOVE the bottle-it's a modern take on an old Hollywood spritzer and I love the creative name-but it smells like cucumbers! It's a fresher, lighter fragrance than their debut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Flowerbomb&lt;/span&gt; which was almost too stuffy with the rich, deep notes of all the flowers.  I'm not a fan of the scent, just smells like anything you can pick up from Bath &amp;amp; Body Works.  The bottle is beautiful as a decoration for your dresser though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Parisienne&lt;/span&gt; by Yves St. Laurent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;An instant classic!  I love the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;YSL's&lt;/span&gt; Paris smells but its too old for me.  This spin-off is chic and young and yummy.  I had strangers complimenting me. Highly recommend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7589647793977987417-4199331258623290679?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4199331258623290679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfume.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/4199331258623290679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/4199331258623290679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfume.html' title='Perfume'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-5216525662122829792</id><published>2009-11-14T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:53:42.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty Secrets'/><title type='text'>Scalp Savers</title><content type='html'>I've noticed a hair issue that is unique to me wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt;.  As the weather has cooled off and gotten downright frigid, my scalp gets SO itchy.  I've never had this problem before. Everything feels fine until I put on a scarf and go outdoors for a bit.  I've tried everything: hair masks, different shampoos and conditioner and oils and NOTHING has helped.  I'm usually very good about protecting my hair- it's long, healthy, and shiny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alhamdulilah&lt;/span&gt; so this is a definite scalp issue.  Nothing flakes off, it just itches and I don't know what to do!  Any advice, girls?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've just started trying two products and I'll let you know what I think.  First is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VO&lt;/span&gt;5 hairdressing cream.  It's really rich so I just goop it up &amp;amp; rub right into the itchy spots on my scalp (usually the spots where the scarf rubs up against my head the most- behind my ears &amp;amp; right above my forehead).  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VO&lt;/span&gt;5 cream kinda works, but I have to put it on in the am &amp;amp; pm to really not scratch.  I'm actually not a fan of the way it smells though and it really makes my roots oily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also just got this spray-on leave-in conditioner in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bag at a recent event I went to.  It's called Maven Nourish Mist Leave-In Conditioner and its infused with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pomegranate&lt;/span&gt;, flax seed, and Abyssinian oils.  It smells great, it's not too greasy, and I love that I can just spritz it on the itchiest spots.  You can find more about Maven products &lt;a href="https://mavenbeauty.com/shop-browse"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have any of you ladies dealt with this itchy scalp problem before?  What works &amp;amp; what doesn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-5216525662122829792?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5216525662122829792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/11/scalp-savers.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/5216525662122829792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/5216525662122829792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/11/scalp-savers.html' title='Scalp Savers'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-2150230949051359239</id><published>2009-10-18T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:17:02.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byebye'/><title type='text'>Getting Rid Of #1: Red Nail Polish</title><content type='html'>For the past few years I've had a longing to pare down my life, even as I was out shopping for more items to shove into the crevices of my closet.  Today though, I've decided that I will get rid of (either discard or donate) one item per day.  Doing so means I will be 75 items lighter come New Year's :)  &lt;div&gt;The product &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jour&lt;/span&gt; is red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rimmel&lt;/span&gt; nail polish (what, I'm starting small!) in "Passion."  I love a bright red manicure or pedicure; it's cheerful, classic, and appropriate-whether in the dead of winter or in the middle of summer- I even had red nails on my wedding day! This particular bottle of polish has seen me through a great many 49er games last season, and as a result of its age and the quick-drying formula, it started getting clumpy and I finally tossed it after one last coat today. Goodbye Passion, may you paint the town red in the landfill! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-2150230949051359239?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2150230949051359239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-rid-of-1-red-nail-polish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/2150230949051359239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/2150230949051359239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-rid-of-1-red-nail-polish.html' title='Getting Rid Of #1: Red Nail Polish'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-6006246371386755531</id><published>2009-10-18T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T01:10:26.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Notes</title><content type='html'>I always study &amp;amp; examine my fashion magazines, taking notes, gathering inspiration, &amp;amp; archiving memorable articles &amp;amp; pictures in a scrapbook. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought I'd share my Oct. 09 Elle notes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find a classic suit w/ a gleam/sheen to it e.g. Gucci's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thin red leather belt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need new khakis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try navy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New winter coat: Navy military &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;peacoat&lt;/span&gt; with big brassy buttons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teal heels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eau&lt;/span&gt; Mega by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Viktor&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Rolf next time you are shopping (totally took name pun idea from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Issey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Miyake&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;l'eau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;d'Issey&lt;/span&gt;, odyssey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely coat a hijab with sparkle &amp;amp; rhinestone embellishments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find (or make) the perfect bib necklace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanessa Bruno bag- the PERFECT BAG. Save up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leopard body suit- why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embellish an old black t-shirt with flat, silver discs from Michael's (a la Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Clothes are a constant act of self-definition."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-6006246371386755531?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6006246371386755531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-notes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6006246371386755531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6006246371386755531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-notes.html' title='Take Notes'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-4582792141997325536</id><published>2009-10-17T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:32:11.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's gotten into me lately!  I used to always be an active girl, always out doing something, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;busybusybusy&lt;/span&gt;, but lately I've been an absolute sloth!  Soon as I get home, I lie around the house, all mopey.  I wait for my husband to take me out and then when he leaves for work, I either flop on the bed or the couch. For hours.  I think I've started to gain weight too!  I don't know what's happening to me.  This started to happen right after Ramadan ended.  I hate the way this feels!   In my opinion, we are given 8 hours to work, 8 to sleep, and 8 to advance ourselves in life.  If I keep spending those 8 hours lying around I'm going to turn into a couch cushion!  Any help girls?  I think maybe I need to make a strict schedule and stick to it.  DO you guys know any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;duaas&lt;/span&gt; or Islamic practices to help motivate me &amp;amp; give me energy?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-4582792141997325536?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4582792141997325536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/4582792141997325536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/4582792141997325536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/10/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-6518719099696332014</id><published>2009-10-16T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:31:04.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>It's not that I don't have anything to say (though I do, it's just not worth writing/reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) it's just that I feel shy putting my words out on a page to be read anonymously.  I guess I just got to get over that huh, that's something we all battle I'm sure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I graduated from college, I've been just so uncertain about where I am going in life.  Well, even when I was in college, I wasn't sure I had a plan until I got my internship.  And then my internship turned into a job (that I love) but it's not the job I want to have forever.  I want to stay in the same field, but I'm having trouble heading into the next step because I just don't know where to go!  My career field has been hit so hard by the economy and the effects are compounded by the influence of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; social networks.  Who watches the news anymore anyway?  Judging by the calls we get, crazy, drunk people and old people.  It frustrates me and scares me.  I don't know if I CAN do another career.  This is the only thing I am good at and since the field isn't expanding and the older people aren't moving on and retiring, there's no room for up &amp;amp; coming youngsters anymore.  It used to be, to become a reporter you go to a small market &amp;amp; move your way up.  Well, a lot of these small town big time anchors are just staying &amp;amp; staying &amp;amp; staying.  They love their job, who can blame them?    But the problem is, that there isn't as much money in this industry as there used to be.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Everyone's&lt;/span&gt; cutting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; furloughing, and this isn't just about the recession, this is about the uncertainty of the future of the news media.  So what's my backup plan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-6518719099696332014?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6518719099696332014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/10/back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6518719099696332014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6518719099696332014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/10/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-8995393013636794186</id><published>2009-09-23T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:57:20.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment hunting'/><title type='text'>Still Searching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;So, me being the grubby city girl I am, found a decent apt in "North Berkeley" (READ: Alcatraz in Oakland bordering on Richmond).  It only had a few major bloodstains on the carpet and the 2ft hole in the bathroom wall could be easily patched up right?  Sure, the apartment is located in an old house's older GARAGE and has an exposed pipe running along one side of the studio,  but hey $725 a month is a bargain right?I even had my cop friend do a street check and he said they've had no REPORTED murders in the last 90 days and only a few (dozen) aggravated assaults &amp;amp; burglaries.  PERFECT, right? However, Mr. Blackhawk here DROVE by the apt. and couldn't even get out of the car! He saw a bunch of hoodlums getting hyphy on their cell phones (was that a gun in their pocket or were they just happy to see me?), and thought that the house next door looked like it was about to cave in on our lil studio apt. and drove off (past the bullet-riddled Chinese Mart on the corner).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-8995393013636794186?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8995393013636794186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-searching.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/8995393013636794186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/8995393013636794186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-searching.html' title='Still Searching'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-73285252090471036</id><published>2009-09-20T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:04:33.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peeved'/><title type='text'>HUH?!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I know it's Eid &amp;amp; I should be merry &amp;amp; all but seriously y'all this has happened to me TWICE in the past 2 days &amp;amp; it really bugs me!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: Says something unidentifiable to me while I'm upstairs on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I'm on the phone, what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What about her, she isn't here and I'm on the phone right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: MOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: MOOOOMMMM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: WTF R U TALKING ABOUT, WHAT ABOUT MOM, THERE'S NO ONE HERE EXCEPT U &amp;amp; ME WHAT ARE YOU ASKING???!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother: When's she coming back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *dies*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today, I'm in the bathroom when this coversation takes place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: says something unidentifiable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Na3am? I'm in the bathroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: says something again that I can't hear because the air vent thing is going in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Sharks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Sharks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Sharks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What? Where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: On the TV?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (thinking...shark attack? Jaws? Animal Planet?) What? Mom, I'm in the bathroom I'll be out in a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: SHARKSSSSSS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: OK! One second!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get out of that bathroom and ask her what she's talking about.  Her question?  "Is the shark story you produced gonna be on TV sometimes this week?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; People, let's all try &amp;amp; use complete sentences more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-73285252090471036?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/73285252090471036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/huh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/73285252090471036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/73285252090471036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/huh.html' title='HUH?!'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-3912183267765032039</id><published>2009-09-12T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:44:09.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty Secrets'/><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/89/241151306_32f695066d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/89/241151306_32f695066d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Hello my lovely ladies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;So today let's discuss putting our best face forward. And since you already know how shallow and meticulous I am about anything external and epidermal, you probably already surmised that this isn't a moral post but rather a corpal one.  So let's just skip the whys and jump right into the hows.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;In order to keep your face and d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;écolleté soft and radiant, you need to start taking care of your skin RIGHT NOW.  There are three main components of skin care: diet, exercise, and your beauty routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;DIET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you want your skin to be fresh and have a healthy glow, then you need to eat fresh and healthy foods.  Simple right?  Drink lots of water, eat your fruits &amp;amp; veggies, snack on nuts &amp;amp; dairy, and you will get the nutrients you need to be beautiful.  It's true- strong nails, shiny hair, and perfect skin all begin with what you feed your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;EXERCISE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Wash your face, put on sunblock, and get moving.  Go outside and take a walk or go for a run.  Climb stairs, ride your bike.  Put on music and dance.  Take a yoga class or get on the elliptical machine at the gym.  I don't care what you do, just do it and do it everyday for an hour.  No blush or rouge can come close to emulating the rosy flush of a really great workout and exercise keeps you young.  Just like it helps all your inner organs like your heart, lungs, and kidney work better &amp;amp; more efficiently to take care of you, exercise benefits your skin too by improving your circulation and can even control acne breakouts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ROUTINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;So we've got the inside mechanisms oiled and moving, what can we do to improve the outside?  Personally, I like to go as natural as possible.  I can't stand the thought of putting expensive, engineered, chemical crap on my face and don't really see how anything derived in a lab from animal urine (e.g. urea which is found in most lotions) or deforming plasticizers (e.g. phthlates found in perfumes &amp;amp; eyeshadow, etc.) can actually benefit my face. So that's why I keep it as simple and pure as possible.  Rule of thumb: the shorter the ingredient list on the back of product, the more likely I am to buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Face Masks: Egg Whites, Honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;More info in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-bella-vita.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Face Exfoliaters: Baking Soda, White sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;More info in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-bella-vita.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);   font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);   font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I've been using&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clearlynaturalsoaps.com/cgi-bin/category.cgi?item=876800011"&gt;Clearly Natural Vitamin E Glycerine Bar Soaps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; for years and years and have recommended it to many people who are STILL thanking me for their healthy skin.  No joke.  Use it consistently, once or twice a day everyday, and your breakouts will stop within a couple of weeks.  It improves the quality of your skin too, preventing wrinkles and healing any facial scars.  I really like it; a bar will last you a while and I've noticed that my bare face always has a fresh glow to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Moisturizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I use a vitamin E cream enriched with some sort of combination of vitamins A, C, D, cocoa butter, and aloe vera.  I really liked Longs drugstore's generic brand cream but when CVS bought all the Longs' out, I've resorted to using their version of the vitamin E cream.  So far it's pretty good, though it has too many unfamiliar ingredients listed, but it does contain 30,000 I.U of vitamin E as well as vitamins A &amp;amp; D, cocoa butter, and lanolin ( I think they can get lanolin from sheep's wool, they don't have to kill the animal for it, right??).  I wear this moisturizer every single day, slathering it on my neck too. Another great brand of vitamin E cream, albeit a bit more expensive, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colonialdames.com/product.asp?productid=232508"&gt;Colonial Dames&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colonialdames.com/product.asp?productid=232508"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I like to buy their pure oil and add it to other beauty products for an extra zing of healing and protection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Alternatively, I also like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aveeno.com/productDetail.do?prodid=3695"&gt;Aveeno's Positively Radiant Daily Moisturizer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; (with soy &amp;amp; spf).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Eye Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Use it everyday. I mean it, or else you will regret it by the time you are 25.  I find smiley eye wrinkles just as charming as the next person, but you really need to protect this really sensitive area otherwise your sparkling eyes will be buried in wrinkles and crepe-y eyelids (especially if you wax your brows like me).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;My favorite eye cream is actually Castor oil.  Plastic surgeons dab on Castor oil after performing an eye lift and it's rumored to stimulate hair growth so I spread a layer on lashes too.  It's very viscous (read: STICKY) so a little goes a long way.  I use it at night and have seen a difference: my under eye area is brighter, tighter, and I swear my lashes are longer :)  You can find Castor oil at any drug store or natural food store and it shouldn't really smell; no really pure oil should ever have a smell.  I also use a bit of Vaseline around the eye area and actually smear some on my lashes every day that I don't wear mascara.  A little kohl and Vaseline and no one will notice the difference.  Another really good eye cream is Aveeno's Positively Ageless Eye Serum (with mushrooms).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Sunscreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You wouldn't get an X-ray without one of those protective vests, so why would you go out in the sun bare-faced?  I like Aveeno's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;There you have it, friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;If your skin is firm and glowing, you won't need to bury it with makeup.  You will wake up with clear, radiant skin and be good to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7589647793977987417-3912183267765032039?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3912183267765032039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/skin-care.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/3912183267765032039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/3912183267765032039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/skin-care.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/89/241151306_32f695066d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-6440940740880331436</id><published>2009-09-12T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:29:57.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Treat Update</title><content type='html'>I think Gozi (my husband in Egyptian Arabic) is on to something.  I lost SIX pounds since Thursday.  I ate totally normal too, just substituted the junk food for bread &amp;amp; hummus &amp;amp; canned pineapple slices &amp;amp; dried fruit.  It can't be water weight loss either because I drank my normal 3 bottles after iftar. AMAZING!  I married a genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-6440940740880331436?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6440940740880331436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/treat-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6440940740880331436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6440940740880331436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/treat-update.html' title='Treat Update'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-4334774171166320714</id><published>2009-09-12T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:49:53.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Correspondance'/><title type='text'>Islam in the Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Good morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I was just watching the morning news (LOVE "Anchor Woman") earlier. In "Reporter Girl's" package on the aftermath of 9/11 in the Muslim community, she mentioned in her stand up that the first day of Ramadan fell on September 11th.  Today is actually the 22nd day of Ramadan.  After spending the day interviewing Muslims, I can't believe she got that so wrong &amp;amp; that the producers didn't even catch that!  It's a pretty easy thing to Google.  FYI, if you are interested in a follow up story, Eid El-Fitr, the feast celebrating the end of the month of Ramadan, will probably be around Sept. 20th. Bay Area Islamic communities always celebrate it in a big way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Thank you for the email and for pointing out this very important fact.  I apologize for not having the correct information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;The press release sent to us read as follows:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This year, September 11th, falls during the holy season of Ramadan, and it is also on a Friday, the holy &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;day of the Muslim tradition. Muslims who attend will be fasting all day, after sunrise. Ramadan is a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;season of personal spiritual reflection and discerning life priorities.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;I took this to mean that it was the first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Again, sorry for my confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Take care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"Reporter Girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/7589647793977987417-4334774171166320714?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4334774171166320714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/islam-in-media.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/4334774171166320714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/4334774171166320714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/islam-in-media.html' title='Islam in the Media'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-9083786152638260815</id><published>2009-09-11T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:26:18.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Treats</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; my husband (I know, right!) everything I ate for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suhoor&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iftar&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and he was shocked at the amount of JUNK I eat.  I get bored of normal food pretty quick, so after about 4 bites I'm done and ready for dessert and drinks (tea, coffee, water, soda, juice).  Honestly, I can drink like a bottle of water and two cokes, have a few bites of dinner, feel full until I go pee then fill up on candy, cakes, brownies, whatever!  It's terrible.  So we decided to make a little contest.  If I can go until the end of Ramadan (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; I know all 9 days left) without eating ANY junk food, I win a prize.  If I lose, he gets a prize.  I hope I win &amp;amp; develop some self-control too!  I'll let you know how it goes- do you girls have any sweet substitutions for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-9083786152638260815?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/9083786152638260815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/treats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/9083786152638260815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/9083786152638260815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/treats.html' title='Treats'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-4746009608457659486</id><published>2009-09-11T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:28:42.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderings'/><title type='text'>Radiation</title><content type='html'>That study about cell phone radiation got me thinking.  I lie on my back a lot with my laptop on my tummy.  Do you think that will affect my ovaries and my chances for creating babies???????????  Serious question so don't laugh at me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-4746009608457659486?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4746009608457659486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/radiation.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/4746009608457659486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/4746009608457659486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/radiation.html' title='Radiation'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-4541269819314409552</id><published>2009-09-10T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:26:41.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints'/><title type='text'>FAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://cart.jbutler.com/sc_images/products/894%20Flossers-pkg_tn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 175px;" src="https://cart.jbutler.com/sc_images/products/894%20Flossers-pkg_tn3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wrote the following complaint to the makers of this disgrace of a brand:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I bought your Sunstar GUM Eez-Thru Flossers about half an hour ago and was excited to try them straightaway.  Imagine my disappointment when I broke through four (4) of those flossers very 'Eez'-ily.  The strings shred, collapsed, and were too thick to fit between my teeth.  Is it possible to get the $3.49 (+9.25% California state tax) reimbursed?  I chose your product because it was pricier than the other competing brands which I equated with a higher quality product.  Also, the "consumer preferred" label encouraged me to try out these flossers which turned out to be a huge waste of time seeing as I wrestled with them to the breaking point four times in one go.  Please let me know how you can help.  Also I would suggest testing the Eez-Thru flosser product yourself.  There was nothing easy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-4541269819314409552?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4541269819314409552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/fail.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/4541269819314409552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/4541269819314409552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/fail.html' title='FAIL'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-1911941620937278414</id><published>2009-09-08T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:37:00.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>Where do you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hijabis&lt;/span&gt; out there get your hair done?  My last professional haircut was in January 2008!!  I chopped it all off a few months ago when it grew out to my derriere &amp;amp; I was having trouble keeping it up under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt;.  I just cut it straight across myself and even gave myself bangs!  I just straightened my hair today though and I've really noticed that my hair's quality has improved so much since I started wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;subhanAllah&lt;/span&gt;!  I live in sunny California and would go swimming in pools and in the ocean all the time so my curly hair was always a little wild and crispy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Now it's gotten shades darker but it's nice &amp;amp; strong &amp;amp; healthy and I want to freshen it up a little.  I miss the hairstylists in Egypt where they gave you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; creme rinse, cut, &amp;amp; style.&lt;div&gt;It's so relaxing and refreshing- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; you just need a makeover!  Any suggestions as to where to go when you wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt;?  It seems like all the nice salons have guys working there or are in open spots where men can see me uncovered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-1911941620937278414?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1911941620937278414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/hair.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/1911941620937278414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/1911941620937278414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-8747379206212022982</id><published>2009-09-08T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:15:06.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elbows</title><content type='html'>My elbows are AWFUL!  They are dry, gray, ashy, scaly- basically reptilian!  I've tried rubbing them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; lemon, glycerin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vaseline&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Castor&lt;/span&gt; oil.  I've tried exfoliating with baking soda, sugar, and honey scrubs.  NOTHING will work.  Any suggestions?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-8747379206212022982?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8747379206212022982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/elbows.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/8747379206212022982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/8747379206212022982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/elbows.html' title='Elbows'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-633495133338515522</id><published>2009-09-07T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:17:18.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Style'/><title type='text'>The Brown Dress</title><content type='html'>I officially started wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt; on the first day of last Ramadan (09.01.08) and it's literally taken me almost all year to figure out my true style nature as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hijabi&lt;/span&gt;.  The month before I began wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt;, I bought 5 pairs of slacks and a bunch of long t-shirts &amp;amp; a couple of versatile long-sleeved shirts.  I figured I would just wear the pants and the shirts under everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inappropriate&lt;/span&gt; in my closet and that way I wouldn't sacrifice trendiness.  I bought scarves in every color of the rainbow and dove right into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;However, I soon learned that plan wasn't the most tasteful.  My old self-enforced uniforms consisted of tight pencil skirts or full-skirted dresses, many with slits and &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; above the knee. I'd pair them with snug short-sleeved cardigans or blazers in the winter and of course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sky high&lt;/span&gt; heels.  Trying to make them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hijabized&lt;/span&gt; didn't work, didn't look good, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wasn't comfortable&lt;/span&gt;.  A few times I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; tried tucking in the spaghetti straps of the fuller-cut dresses in and sliding them down to my waist to try and make a cute skirt.  However, I almost lost one such poorly-fashioned skirt in the middle of a busy intersection in a popular part of town and gave that up FAST (the zipper which held comfortably around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;circumference&lt;/span&gt; of my back failed to do its job around my smaller waist. Eh, proportions.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So then I dulled down my style approach and got in a comfort rut.  I wore the same pairs of work slacks over and over- even on weekends!  Their looser fit didn't put my bum on display as much as my favorite jeans and I wore the same combination of long-sleeved shirt, long-sleeved collared shirt, or long, loose t-shirt over long-sleeved shirt.  Everyday.   At first I added tons of accessories.  Pretty jewelry, cute shoes, and fresh manicures perked up my outfits.  But I felt like crap.  I felt boring, predictable.  Not me at all.  And I started to change.  I wore the same watch every day and quit changing out of my commuter heels when I got to work.  I started to gain weight and I stopped wearing any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hijabs&lt;/span&gt; unless they were beige, black, brown, or gray.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then in the middle of spring, N. bought me my first maxi dress.  Oh, how I missed dresses.  The smooth fabric swirling and rustling against my bare legs- heaven!  Plain and brown, fitting my body perfectly, I probably wore that dress like once a week.  I paired it with colorful cardigans and wore it like a skirt with collared knit tops and fitted tunics over it.  I busted out my prettiest scarves and started raking in the compliments again.  Strangers on the train, friends, co-workers all noticed that I "looked cute today,"  I was "glowing,"  I had on "pretty colors."  I started to lose weight.  I credit that dress with putting me on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt; style track and even though I love it to death, I don't wear it as much anymore.  I've invested in the loveliest maxi skirts and a few more floor-length dresses.  I shopped the Indian stores on University Avenue in Berkeley and bought more eye-catching tunics, some in gorgeous colors, all with breath-taking embroidery.  And I even found many, many more beautiful outfit separates in department stores, my favorite brand being Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kors&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel like a woman again, wearing my cute shoes again.  It took me a while, but I found my style niche.&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/7589647793977987417-633495133338515522?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/633495133338515522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/brown-dress.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/633495133338515522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/633495133338515522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/brown-dress.html' title='The Brown Dress'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-5473270148519834456</id><published>2009-09-01T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:02:38.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty Secrets'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alhamdulilah&lt;/span&gt; I'm a happy girl and I smile all the time.  I'm one of those crazy people who remember funny things while on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;train&lt;/span&gt; or walking to work and you will find me giggling to myself like a crazy person.  I also do really ridiculously inappropriate things that set me off and I'll be cracking up about really sad, unfunny, and often touchy topics.  Case in point: I was making calls setting up a story about the Holocaust anniversary for work, and since I'm female, I was multi-tasking and checking out the entertainment section of &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sfgate&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Then when I tried to leave a message I totally accidentally said, "Hi, I'm working on a story about the anniversary of the Horoscope- I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Holoscope&lt;/span&gt;- I mean Holocaust" and started to LAUGH.  Uncontrollably.  Isn't that HORRIBLE?  It wasn't even that funny.  I felt so bad, especially worse when the poor woman actually called back and was really nice about everything.  SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.   Anyway, I like to laugh, and talk, and so my teeth are often very much on display.  And being the shallow, vain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chickabiddee&lt;/span&gt; I am, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; to make sure my teeth are shiny, white, AND healthy.  (That's why I'm marrying a future dentist next week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;insha'Allah&lt;/span&gt;).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, without further ado, here are my very secret ingredients for a movie star smile ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 1: For special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; only or to get started on obtaining a blindingly white smile, you will need some &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Easily available at grocery stores for under $3, I put a little baking soda in the palm of my hand, dip my wet, soft-bristled (it's gentler on your teeth) brush in it so it kind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; makes a gritty paste and scrub, scrub, scrub my teeth.  The baking soda will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whiten&lt;/span&gt; and polish the stains right off your teeth.  Seriously, just keep adding more baking soda to your brush and brushing until your mouth feels really clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 2: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Hydrogen peroxide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;You know, that big brown bottle in your first aid kit that costs like $2 at the drugstore?  Bust it out.  Get rid of your mouthwash and use this before brushing your teeth.  If your teeth are really dull, use it everyday to begin with then once or twice a week should be enough to maintain your pearly whites.  Hydrogen peroxide is the main active ingredient in all teeth whitening strips and pastes, so I'm saving you about $30 bucks and a bunch of time.  Take a big gulp of it- but don't swallow!- and swish it around til your mouth gets tired. It's safe (according to my real dentist) and actually healthy for you.  It kills all the bacteria on your tongue and the back of your throat and it actually doesn't taste like anything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 3: Next, I brush with my favorite toothpaste.  When I was a kid getting my braces taken off, there was a young, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, glamorous office assistant.  She looked like Marilyn Monroe but smelled better.  Her teeth were big and bright, so of course, I hopped into that dentist chair, laid back , and opened wide to ask how the heck she got her teeth so beautiful.  She laughed at me and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Ultrabrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; toothpaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  I use it 'cause it's cheap."  It's been about a decade later and I am still very much a faithful user of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ultrabrite&lt;/span&gt;.  I've even converted die-hard Crest and Colgate fans.  AND it's a paste so you can still stick it on your zits to dry them up in a flash.  I know, multi-purpose right?  I think I just bought it last weekend for like $1.89 (my favorite is the Advanced Whitening version, but all of them work).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it, folks.  Check out your smile, it should be a shade lighter by now.  If not, rinse and repeat.  Keep using the system for a while and you should have a sparkling smile in no time, guaranteed. Go easy on the baking soda though, once you get your teeth to the desired shade, I wouldn't recommend using it more than once or twice a month because it can wear your teeth down with its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;rough&lt;/span&gt; texture.  Also, don't forget to floss daily and see your dentist once or twice a year!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-5473270148519834456?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5473270148519834456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/5473270148519834456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/5473270148519834456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-3928341845234144161</id><published>2009-08-27T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:34:59.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>So Fetch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLp_eeDd_KQ/So71MP1t_7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/WP6H4V6ld_U/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLp_eeDd_KQ/So71MP1t_7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/WP6H4V6ld_U/s1600/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet friend over at &lt;a href="http://vanillacandlelove.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Getaway&lt;/a&gt; tagged me last week.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;The rules of this award are;&lt;br /&gt;•List five current obsessions.&lt;br /&gt;•Pass the award on to five more fabulous blogs.&lt;br /&gt;•On your post of receiving this award, make sure you include the person that gave you the award and link it back to them.&lt;br /&gt;•When you post your five winners, make sure you link them as well. Don't forget to let your winners know they won an award from you by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;N. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolufreakingly&lt;/span&gt; obsessed with this man.  I want to take him everywhere with me, to work, to the bathroom, to the gym, home, everywhere.  Like a cell phone except human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;II. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;  I love learning about my religion and about the Prophet (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pbuh&lt;/span&gt;) and I''m reading a really good biography called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Sealed Nectar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;.  Learning so much and loving him so much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alhamdulilah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;III. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Body image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;, working out, getting slim, staying hot.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;preemptively&lt;/span&gt; worry about wrinkles, veins, hair, nails, teeth, dry elbows, muffin top, unwanted body hair, extra poundage, sagging body parts, etc.  I whiten, condition, moisturize, stretch, suck in, exercise, and wax every inch of my body.  But I've been practicing since I was a kid so I can do all that really fast everyday :) I actually pray to look good and age well.  I hope that's not a bad thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;IV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gotta have some every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;V.  My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; I hate when people tell me I can't, when they know I will.  I hope to prove everyone wrong someday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;insha'Allah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Thanks My Getaway!  I tag anyone who wants to do it, it's been a while and don't know who's done it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-3928341845234144161?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3928341845234144161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-iis-so-fetch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/3928341845234144161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/3928341845234144161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-iis-so-fetch.html' title='So Fetch'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tLp_eeDd_KQ/So71MP1t_7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/WP6H4V6ld_U/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-8831687682890020849</id><published>2009-08-25T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:31:42.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finance'/><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>When did Vogue magazine get so out of touch?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to love Vogue for having a finger on the pulse of fashion's latest directions, but this fall I feel severely let down.  The September issue of Vogue is the most important &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;magazine&lt;/span&gt; issue in the market.  What they produce, other magazines will spend six months breaking down and replicating, which is why people enjoy buying Vogue's September issue- getting the latest trends at the source.  While other magazines have quickly adapted to the new recessionista lifestyle, Vogue for some reason is stuck in a rut.  This recession has affected all of us, no matter how minimally, your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perception on financial security has still been impacted, you know?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, when a magazine promises 584 pages of steals &amp;amp; splurges on its cover, I expect 584 pages of editorial content.  What I got instead was the table of contents starting on page 136 after 135 pages of advertisements.  I swear, there are whole catalogues included in this issue.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/span&gt; has a  16 page &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;advertising&lt;/span&gt; spread, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt; House Black Market has eight pages right after the other, and Gap has a 6 page ad complete with a pull-out poster of different denim styles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is also this article called "New Economy" trumpeting 100 exclusive finds under $500 featuring a $495 Judith &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lieber&lt;/span&gt; LIPSTICK CASE and a $495 coin purse.  Also on their list was an $80 book and a $295 pencil cup.  Really now, really?  Wake up Vogue, we've got better things to spend our money on (e.g. charity) than a $450 beach towel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another example is a two paragraph story spread out on two pages &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;featuring&lt;/span&gt; model Jordan Dunn wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt; sweatpants as evening wear.  The article, if you can call it that (though I think "blurb" would be more fitting), comes to a close saying that "even if you choose to dress up your sweatpants, you can still afford to relax in them, too."  That's funny because with federal minimum wages clocking in at $7.25 an hour, it would take almost 2a month of work to pay for this $1300+ head-to-toe "High Street" outfit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My point is that while Vogue has always been a shopping catalogue for New York's elite, it had taste and class.  What I find amusing, in a sad way really, is that Vogue is hurting in this economy too and that's why they basically need about 500 pages of advertising to pay to put out their product.  And yet the magazine refuses to be humble and down-to-earth about the new times and instead masquerades tacky and tasteless products as bargains and good deals.  I'm not saying Vogue should start featuring Target or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt; on their pages, but a little financial creativity could go a long way on keeping and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;attracting&lt;/span&gt; subscribers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?  Have you checked out the latest issue of Vogue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-8831687682890020849?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8831687682890020849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-check.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/8831687682890020849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/8831687682890020849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-6687529247587216221</id><published>2009-08-22T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:37:45.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Karim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vB_rBiiPsVo/RujWvSQN7_I/AAAAAAAADBs/DuI2d8huJjw/s320/ramadan_moon_mosque_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vB_rBiiPsVo/RujWvSQN7_I/AAAAAAAADBs/DuI2d8huJjw/s320/ramadan_moon_mosque_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you practicing Ramadan this year?  What are you going to wish for?  What are your goals going to be?  Let's finish this month as highly improved individuals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-6687529247587216221?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6687529247587216221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadan-karim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6687529247587216221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6687529247587216221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadan-karim.html' title='Ramadan Karim!'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vB_rBiiPsVo/RujWvSQN7_I/AAAAAAAADBs/DuI2d8huJjw/s72-c/ramadan_moon_mosque_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-7420537350116338369</id><published>2009-08-21T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:42:34.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharky'/><title type='text'>Actual Convo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;J. calls Sharky to ask him how to say "tuberculosis" in Arabic.  Sharky picks up and says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S: Ok ok bye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;J: What?? Hello?? No, not bye, hello??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S: Ya, ya same thing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seriously? Only Sharky can answer the phone with goodbye.  Check out his movement &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://yabettabelieveit.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7589647793977987417-7420537350116338369?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7420537350116338369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/actual-convo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/7420537350116338369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/7420537350116338369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/actual-convo.html' title='Actual Convo'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-6400908479448964873</id><published>2009-08-19T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:40:54.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>******</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SozTdzRl9fI/AAAAAAAAACU/gbzFknd21po/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SozTdzRl9fI/AAAAAAAAACU/gbzFknd21po/s200/roses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371900964479825394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I had posted another blog and left it out for like 14 hours but &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;then&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; felt foolish and deleted it &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;because&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; it really was too personal and no one commented me.  I was feeling really desperate and sad because I have all these questions about right and wrong and what I am doing with my life.  I posted the question (anonymously) to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunnipath&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; and hopefully they will respond.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In other news, yesterday was N. &amp;amp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 6 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;monthaversary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.  We had kind of already celebrated over the weekend (he gave me a diamond &amp;amp; onyx ring and a silver, gold &amp;amp; diamond Allah necklace- nothing better than a man with good taste!) but of course I wanted to see him on the actual day of, especially since last &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;month&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; we couldn't celebrate together as he was still overseas.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;, right when I was supposed to get off we got 2 breakers at work and I had to stick around until things were under control.  Only problem is, I work days and my boy works nights so that left us with exactly 45 minutes to hang out.  He picked me up from the train station and presented me with beautiful red roses.  My first bouquet!  I've gotten other kinds of flowers &amp;amp; other colors of roses for graduation &amp;amp; birthdays &amp;amp; such, but never, ever red roses! I always kind of thought it was so cliche, but honestly it's super romantic.  Anyway, we were both starving so we went to get some fast food (we had no time!!!) and after we order, N. was paying and mentioned something totally inappropriate that was so funny and we had a whole entire conversation about this awful subject in Arabic and after we get our change, the cashier smiled and said "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;shukran&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;."  I was *MORTIFIED* I ran away and couldn't stop cracking up.  We weren't saying anything bad about the cashier, we were just talking &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;about&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; personal stuff and it was so hilarious/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;embarrassing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; that he understood us.  But yeah after that, I went home &amp;amp; he went to work.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS. That's Humphrey on my mirror.  He was my first husband ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-6400908479448964873?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6400908479448964873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6400908479448964873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6400908479448964873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='******'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SozTdzRl9fI/AAAAAAAAACU/gbzFknd21po/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-3068430746546973764</id><published>2009-08-17T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:07:47.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>With N. back I find that I spend all my time with him or thinking about him ;)  I've actually been working a lot as well; we have had some big breaking news where I live and this weekend was a short one since I had to work yesterday.  But last week was nice, really nice.  I spent a lot of time with my family which I always cherish.  One day my parents and I went to Berkeley in search of the perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;falafels&lt;/span&gt; (the ones my N. makes are SO much tastier) and shopped the Indian stores for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;salwar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kameezes&lt;/span&gt;.  I bought a gorgeous one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fuchsia&lt;/span&gt; with turquoise beading.  It's truly a work of art.  We also stopped by one of my favorite bookstores, Sultana, where I bought a couple of religious books to help prepare my soul for Ramadan.  Sultana is great because they have a big room in the back full of Islamic clothing &amp;amp; a great selection of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hijabs&lt;/span&gt;.  I usually buy my scarves from H&amp;amp;M, Forever 21, and Target, but oftentimes they are so long, or too heavy, or too flimsy, etc.  My aunt mails me scarves from Egypt which are truly beautiful but what I have found I'm missing are the basics.  I don't have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;almirah&lt;/span&gt; or a bonnet and my collection of straight pins was inherited from a friend who relocated to the Middle East.  So I dug around into Sultana's and got some pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt; basics and accessories.  My favorite piece is a gold satin bonnet that would look really pretty with a beige, black, or red solid scarf over it.  Anyway, that was one day.  Another day I tagged along with my family when they took a friend out for dinner and another night I visited with my parents' friends hen they came over for dessert.  So yeah, a lot of family stuff.  Saturday, N. &amp;amp; I went out on a double date with J. and my friend G.  G. and I went to college together and have stuck around in the same area upon graduation, but on total opposite sides of the area (she's on the beach, I live in the valley).  She and I try to get together at least once a month and so on Saturday we all had lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Crepevine&lt;/span&gt; and then went way up high in the hills to this museum where G. and I used to work at.  it's a children's science museum and she and I met when we worked at the gift shop there.  There's a gorgeous panoramic view of the campus spread out below us, then the rest of the city, then the bay, then San Francisco, and then the ocean, dotted with Angel Island, Alcatraz, Treasure Island, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Golden&lt;/span&gt; Gate Bridge.  I love it up there, it's so beautiful.  After that N. had to work and I went home but we got together later on that night.  It was so fun.  I like who I am when I am with N.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-3068430746546973764?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3068430746546973764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/3068430746546973764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/3068430746546973764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-6693040749701960225</id><published>2009-08-11T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:34:46.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucky shoes'/><title type='text'>Warning: Kind of Offensive!</title><content type='html'>So last Thursday N. came back from his month-long trip from overseas.  His flight wasn't due in till 1:45pm.  His actual arrival time wasn't until 3:15pm (what can I say, Arabs are always late &amp;amp; Emirates Airline is no exception &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;).  I showed up at the airport (buffed, polished, and made up to within an inch of my life) at 11am.  Yep, I basically spent four hours in the airport all by myself.  I had taken the day off of work knowing I was going to be too anxious to get anything done and I'd gotten ready early so I went downtown to return a few things before going to the airport.  Apparently there are absolutely no lines at the customer service counter in Target at 9am on a weekday so I whizzed out of there extra fast.  Then I traipsed through the city for almost 30 minutes in my red suede high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heels looking&lt;/span&gt; for a flower stand that was open, but apparently all the florists decided to sleep in on Thursday.  So what could I do, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SFO&lt;/span&gt; and sat around. For four hours.  I did buy a chocolate brioche &amp;amp; a coffee &amp;amp; a new mascara (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YSL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Faux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cils&lt;/span&gt;- I LOVE LOVE LOVE it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;) while I was waiting.  And I almost finished an entire book (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Traveling With Pomegranates&lt;/span&gt;, very interesting).  N.'s cousin, J., came with his girlfriend at about 2:45pm and we all waited together next to a middle-aged couple spread out underneath a hot pink blanket with blue and yellow moon and stars all over it (um, why?)&lt;div&gt;Anyway,  I was so jittery and staring intently at the giant, and quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;, video screens that show you who is walking down the corridor so you have time to walk the 15 steps across to the arrivals rope.  I really wanted to get a picture of his face on the screen but I squealed and leaped up when I saw him, counting on J. to get the winning shot, but of course, his stupid iPhone is completely unreliable and he failed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was super happy to see N. and only then was I able to focus on my surroundings, and oh my what a shock I was in for!  A little background here, J. is dating an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ermm&lt;/span&gt;, how should I say this? An exotic dancer?  A gentleman's club performer?  An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ecdysiast&lt;/span&gt;?  Oh all right, she is a stripper!  And boy, was she putting on a show in the arrivals lobby- she was wearing a little black slip trimmed in lace, you know the sort, the kind of half slip you wear under a see-through dress, with a coral lace-up corset.  N. whispered to me that she must have forgotten to put on her actual clothes this morning, and I responded by suggesting she might be going straight to work after the airport.  But no, we all went to In-N-Out because N. was craving a burger.  You should have seen the stares we got at the burger joint, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hijabi&lt;/span&gt; and a hussy.  I'm sure people thought I was overcompensating with my outfit for hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after our lunch, we took the stripper (let's call her R.) home and then J., N. &amp;amp; I all went to a cafe to chill and catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH i almost forgot the BEST part.  It's also quite offensive, but I found it very entertaining.  SO when we first got out of the airport, N.'s uncle (J.'s dad) started screaming at him because he was waiting for 3 hours in the car.  He refused to believe that N.'s flight was delayed, although I wonder why we would still be at the airport if his flight had landed three hours ago, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, J recorded the whole fight and posted it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  SO funny, watch it &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=251307140220&amp;amp;oid=9845970766"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=251307140220&amp;amp;oid=9845970766"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=251308635220&amp;amp;oid=9845970766"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, J. calls me Om &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kalthoum&lt;/span&gt; because I wear sunglasses with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; his father speaks English to me &amp;amp; Arabic to R. who is Eastern European. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-6693040749701960225?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6693040749701960225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-uno-warning-kind-of-offensive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6693040749701960225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6693040749701960225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-uno-warning-kind-of-offensive.html' title='Warning: Kind of Offensive!'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-4313864618070189509</id><published>2009-08-10T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:30:29.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>Have so much to update!  But first, I have to pray, eat, and bake a cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-4313864618070189509?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4313864618070189509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/4313864618070189509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/4313864618070189509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-coming-soon.html' title='Update Coming Soon'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-8058903016681027951</id><published>2009-08-09T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:30:48.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>My Islamic Style Of Dress</title><content type='html'>So today I learned that the lovely Lela of &lt;a href="http://vanillacandlelove.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Getaway&lt;/a&gt; has impeccable dress sense.  She tagged me to show you my Islamic sense of style.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;At home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I like to wear simple short, cotton or knit dresses like this one from &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=60&amp;amp;startValue=1&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;sortby=&amp;amp;id=16735938&amp;amp;parentid=W_APP_DRESSES&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,+product.marketingPriority,-product.startDate&amp;amp;navCount=27&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;pushId=W_APP_DRESSES&amp;amp;popId=WOMENS_APPAREL&amp;amp;prepushId="&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16735938_061_b?$detailmain$" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 431px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16735938_061_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lot of these housedresses are super cute ones from my old life that I couldn't bear to get rid of after I started wearing hijab.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I love these two-piece outfits because sometimes I will have tighter pants on or a too short top or something and just can slip one or both pieces on to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.damaceen.com/images/product/large/484_1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.damaceen.com/images/product/large/484_1_.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 1182px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine are from Syria and Egypt and I have one pink floral, one yellow floral, and a white one with pink ribbons and embroidery.  Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lucky that I am given a lot of freedom in what I can wear to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;work&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;, and oftentimes I will wear the same things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;out on the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;.  Sometimes I dress like a free-spirit in these long maxi dresses which I pair with a cute long-sleeved cardigan and a coordinating scarf with flats or sandals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/63528640-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;Other times I try and look more pulled together in an outfit like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/expressfashion/07172009-249341_010_crop?$wishlist$"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/expressfashion/07172009-249341_010_crop?$wishlist$" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 170px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/expressfashion/W_Skinny_Denim_Look_08?$wishlist$"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/expressfashion/W_Skinny_Denim_Look_08?$wishlist$" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 170px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what though, I always keep my look young!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parties &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with an all-female crowd are my most favorite occasions and I go all-out in little cocktail dresses in bright, stunning colors.  I especially love deep, shiny pinks or gorgeous peacock feather colors for evening dresses, but the cut and fit of the dress are the most important aspects.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/products/mt/NMT22UZ_mt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/products/mt/NMT22UZ_mt.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 216px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.frenchconnection.com/stormsites/fcuk/images/products/zoom/71XO1.jpg?lc=en-GB&amp;amp;lv=7"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.frenchconnection.com/stormsites/fcuk/images/products/zoom/71XO1.jpg?lc=en-GB&amp;amp;lv=7" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 980px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I only have one other follower on here, I tag you &lt;a href="http://islamicidentity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Malekat&lt;/a&gt; -please play along! :)&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/7589647793977987417-8058903016681027951?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8058903016681027951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-islamic-style-of-dress.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/8058903016681027951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/8058903016681027951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-islamic-style-of-dress.html' title='My Islamic Style Of Dress'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-1741573816018346222</id><published>2009-08-06T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:09:26.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulilah, I am so happy!  N. is back &amp;amp; I hope life can always stay this perfect! :)  I'll write more later, but if you want to get in touch, I'm on Twitter @abeliefsewn !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-1741573816018346222?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1741573816018346222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/bliss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/1741573816018346222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/1741573816018346222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-5724370888566418417</id><published>2009-08-04T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:21:24.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 More Hours</title><content type='html'>Sooo I'm one of those girls who can't function when my fiance is gone.  I am soo jittery and on edge and can't hold still long enough to think at all so I don't think I will have anything intelligent to blog about until he gets back on Thursday insha'Allah.  Then I'll have a camera to post pictures and adventures to tell you about.  Insha'Allah.  I CANNOT WAIT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-5724370888566418417?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5724370888566418417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/39-more-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/5724370888566418417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/5724370888566418417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/39-more-hours.html' title='39 More Hours'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-3301988444230382603</id><published>2009-08-02T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:12:05.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autodidactic</title><content type='html'>It's a good word, but how do you become one?  &lt;div&gt;That and, how do you become high maintenance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7589647793977987417-3301988444230382603?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3301988444230382603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/autodidactic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/3301988444230382603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/3301988444230382603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/autodidactic.html' title='Autodidactic'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-6704672909679348039</id><published>2009-08-02T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:13:41.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Review: L'Élégance Du Hérisson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just finished reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Elegance of the Hedgehog&lt;/span&gt; by Murial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barbery&lt;/span&gt;.  An incredible book that is so well-crafted and enlightening, this novel truly changes your perception on life- if only for the duration of the storytelling.  A book about life and death and rebirth with an unexpected ending, I highly recommend you read it.  The book's prose was wonderfully new to me, each word like a fragment of poetry- carefully chosen.  This isn't the type of the book you can rush through and devour, but rather one you sit down and take your time with.  Curl up with a cup of tea in a sunny, comfy spot, or maybe by the window as rain streams down the pane and pay attention to each chapter.  Keep a pad and pencil close by as you will probably want to jot down notes and ideas as you read.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I wish I could speak French better so I could read the book in the original language.  I've decided that I like French novels the best; Albert Campus is one of my most favorite authors and he is among good company with the likes of Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Barbery&lt;/span&gt;.  In fact, I plan on reading her other novel (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Une&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gourmandise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) as soon as I can find it. and I do believe I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;visting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cannelli's&lt;/span&gt; bookshop again for its unique book selection.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Final word: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;The Elegance of the Hedgehog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt; and get inspired. *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-6704672909679348039?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6704672909679348039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-finished-reading-elegance-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6704672909679348039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6704672909679348039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-finished-reading-elegance-of.html' title='Review: L&apos;Élégance Du Hérisson'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-7361784534051977516</id><published>2009-07-30T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:47:50.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Reading List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2588186224_b97d6feaa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2588186224_b97d6feaa3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books on their list here. How do your reading habits stack up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen -&lt;br /&gt;2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien -&lt;br /&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte -&lt;br /&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling -&lt;br /&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee - X&lt;br /&gt;6 The Bible -&lt;br /&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte -&lt;br /&gt;8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell -&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman -&lt;br /&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens -&lt;br /&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott - X&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy –&lt;br /&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller –&lt;br /&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare -&lt;br /&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier -&lt;br /&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien -&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk -&lt;br /&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger - X&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger-&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot -&lt;br /&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell-&lt;br /&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald -X&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens -&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy -&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams - X&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky -&lt;br /&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck -X&lt;br /&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll-&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame-&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy -&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens -&lt;br /&gt;33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis -X&lt;br /&gt;34 Emma-Jane Austen -&lt;br /&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen -&lt;br /&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis - X&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini - X&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres -&lt;br /&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden -&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne -X&lt;br /&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell - X&lt;br /&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown -X&lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez -&lt;br /&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving-&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins -&lt;br /&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery-X&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy -&lt;br /&gt;48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood -&lt;br /&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding -&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan-&lt;br /&gt;51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel-&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert -&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons-&lt;br /&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen -&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth -&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon -&lt;br /&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens -&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley -&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night - Mark Haddonx -&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez -&lt;br /&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck -X&lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov-&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt -&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold -X&lt;br /&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas -&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac -&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy -&lt;br /&gt;68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding-X&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie –&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville -&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens-&lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker -&lt;br /&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett -X&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson -&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce -X&lt;br /&gt;76 The Inferno – Dante -X&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome -&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola -&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray-&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt –&lt;br /&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens -&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell -&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker-X&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro -&lt;br /&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert -&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry -&lt;br /&gt;87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White - X&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom -&lt;br /&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle-&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton-&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad -&lt;br /&gt;92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery -X&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks -&lt;br /&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams-X&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole -&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute -&lt;br /&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas -&lt;br /&gt;98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare-&lt;br /&gt;99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl -X&lt;br /&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;101 The Quran (I added that one!) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I think I'm going to try reading everything on this list by the end of this year.   I know several of those books are already in my bookshelves. I'm an avid reader but I prefer more modern works.  Jane Austen and Dostoyevsky are more interesting to me in theory than in principle.  In fact, many of the books that I have read and marked up there I didn't really enjoy (with the exception of the Cather in the Rye and The Great Gatsby).  Maybe now that I'm more grown up I'll have a greater appreciation for these classics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-7361784534051977516?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7361784534051977516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-reading-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/7361784534051977516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/7361784534051977516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-reading-list.html' title='Summer Reading List'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2588186224_b97d6feaa3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-5401779188551673951</id><published>2009-07-30T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:48:58.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Bella Vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/59/241942964_3f49ced733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 324px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/59/241942964_3f49ced733.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today is a BEAUTIFUL day.  It was foggy in the morning, sunny in the afternoon.  Work went by nice &amp;amp; quick and since I took tomorrow off, today was my Friday. I got home really exhausted and hungry though so I had some dinner and chilled with my book.  My dad's coming tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;insha'Allah&lt;/span&gt; and N. the following week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insha'Allah&lt;/span&gt; so I decided today was a good day to experiment with some natural beauty recipes. My hair is shiny and my skin is soft and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;glowing&lt;/span&gt;- and I didn't even use any synthesized chemicals!  Read on for the recipes!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair Mask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mixed honey, one whole egg, olive oil, some lemon juice, coconut oil, and a banana in a bowl.  I beat everything together and worked it through my hair- I highly recommend doing this while you are sitting in the bathtub.  Leave the mixture on for an hour before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;washing&lt;/span&gt; thoroughly out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face Scrub:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mixed some white sugar and some baking soda in my palm and then scrubbed all over my face in slow, small circles.  I left the scrub on for a couple minutes before rinsing off with warm water and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; slathering on my homemade face mask.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face Mask:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mixed a  little turmeric powder with a banana, some honey, and evaporated milk.  Blend well then rub all over your face and neck.  Leave on for 10-20 minutes, depending on how fair you are or else the turmeric will turn you orange!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I soaked in a warm bath with some evaporated milk while the hair and face masks penetrated.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wash&lt;/span&gt; your hair and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scrub&lt;/span&gt; yourself with a loofah and your favorite soap and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;!  You will emerge gorgeous! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-5401779188551673951?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5401779188551673951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-bella-vita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/5401779188551673951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/5401779188551673951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-bella-vita.html' title='La Bella Vita'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/59/241942964_3f49ced733_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-1569503098068410205</id><published>2009-07-27T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:56:51.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's hard to stay focused on my goals.  I'm a lucky girl: I live at home with my mom who cooks and babies me.  Seriously right now, I'm still full from a yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iftar&lt;/span&gt; she cooked for me; I'm in bed with all my stuffed animals from N. surrounding me, laptop on one leg, cat on the other.  I work part-time which means I am at my job for less hours than a school day and all my money goes to buying magazines and going out with my friends because my family pays for my health insurance, commute, food, and clothing.  This is not the real world I'm living in, I know that.  But it's a nice life, huh?  Unfortunately, I can't stay like this forever and I really need to find my own way in life and work on getting a career. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I never had any formal training in my field of work.  I got lucky and landed the job I have after an internship which definitely helps me in the long run, but in some ways I feel unprepared to do what I really want to do.  The main obstacles I'm dealing with are my weight, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt;, and whether or not I can write.  Well, I'd better start somewhere.  I'll start now.  As my friend kindly reminded me, Michael Jordan said "you miss 100% of the shots you don't take."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-1569503098068410205?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1569503098068410205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/motivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/1569503098068410205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/1569503098068410205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-3847485397214107979</id><published>2009-07-25T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:46:15.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SooH4AVTZsI/AAAAAAAAACM/lGXcRVVeDfY/s1600-h/IMG00048-20090725-2120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SooH4AVTZsI/AAAAAAAAACM/lGXcRVVeDfY/s200/IMG00048-20090725-2120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371114164336158402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day I will have to work hard at getting through.  First of all, it's like 1pm already and I have been in the kitchen for the entire morning- and I'm not even done!!!  I still have to decorate the cake, shower, make salaat, go to the gym for at least a couple of hours, shower again, make salaat, find something really cute to wear tonight to the city, and make salaat again.  It's going to be difficult to keep up my energy when I have self-esteem issues because of the hijab.  I used to just throw on a dress and some heels and be good to go: any face or body issues I had I could cover up with my long hair (Streaky eyeliner? Bra straps showing? No problem!).  Now my outfits are no longer "chic" or "sexy" but rather, I hear them described as "grandma-ish" and "nun-like."  That sucks!!  I miss being the prettiest girl in the room, but I have to remember to stay strong and that my reward will be with Allah swt.  Usually I avoid this quandary by just not going to these late-night lounges, but sometimes you have to go.  I'm still young and I need to attend certain parties and gatherings if I'm going to keep the friends I've got, and well, you know, I kind of miss this glitzy side to life- as gilded and gaudy as it really is.  So anyway, I better hop into the shower and get started- everything has to be done in the next 7.5 hours!  I'll keep you posted.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I took a shower, prayed, and made it to the gym for an hour and a half before coming home to eat, watch TV, and decorate the cake.  Hey, it's Saturday, I can be lazy if I want to be!  I have no idea what to wear tonight.  Oufff.  I've been watching the show 16 &amp;amp; Pregnant on MTV and it makes me CRY!  I love it when the boys are sweet to their new babies.  My N. will make a great father insha'Allah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it's 9:24pm and I'm waiting for my friends to come pick me up.  Despite my chronic laziness, I managed to get everything done.  Nails painted, makeup applied, high heels on.  Cake covered, utensils packed (I even remembered the napkins &amp;amp; knife for cutting!), and birthday gift wrapped.  Now I'm just waiting.  I kind of have a headache, and I'm sleepy.  I'm sure I'll have fun anyways.  I read in Elle magazine today that one lady goes everywhere expecting people to be richer, thinner, prettier, and more successful.  I don't normally feel that way, but I have to admit, sophisticated places in the city do make me nervous.  I've never had a BAD experience there per se, but I definitely don't go out there as much as I do out where I live so I guess the city's cosmopolitan reputation intimidates me.  Anyway, when I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; feel this way, I try and tell myself that maybe it's too late to become a supermodel or a rocket scientist, but I can at least try to be the most charming, sweetest person in the room.  And then I usually end up having a great time.  Cheers to positive energy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-3847485397214107979?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3847485397214107979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/3847485397214107979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/3847485397214107979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/try.html' title='Try'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SooH4AVTZsI/AAAAAAAAACM/lGXcRVVeDfY/s72-c/IMG00048-20090725-2120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-1714387511326960751</id><published>2009-07-24T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:45:03.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SooHjdxAAuI/AAAAAAAAACE/SapteLFCrpU/s1600-h/IMG00474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SooHjdxAAuI/AAAAAAAAACE/SapteLFCrpU/s200/IMG00474.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371113811459703522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from work today and my little cat was gone- I think someone from my family accidently let him out.  I'm really upset-please make du'a that he comes back soon.  It breaks my heart to think of him out in the cold, all alone in this big world :( Poor little guy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***UPDATE***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found my baby!  He was hiding under someone's apartment building.  Took a can of salmon and an hour to coax him out.  Then he came home &amp;amp; promptly puked in the living room.  Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-1714387511326960751?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1714387511326960751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/1714387511326960751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/1714387511326960751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SooHjdxAAuI/AAAAAAAAACE/SapteLFCrpU/s72-c/IMG00474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-8872014198791765171</id><published>2009-07-22T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:43:01.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk51/astroanswers/Copyofpic083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 519px; height: 656px;" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk51/astroanswers/Copyofpic083.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Someone today mistook me for N.'s cousin's MOTHER.  I'm younger than N.'s cousin!!!  I was mortified.  J. (the cousin) chalked it up as a funny misunderstanding, claiming that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt; and huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;unglasses made it impossible for the high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;schooler&lt;/span&gt; to determine my age.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is that true?  Does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt; make women look older, because it is seen as traditional, and only women from "Back Home" cling to tradition?  I don't cover my hair for cultural purposes-it's for religious practice.  Unfortunately, it is easier for people in my liberal community to swallow people's differences and eccentricities if they classify it as a cultural or spiritual practice, rather than a command from a Supreme Being.  You're Jewish and don't eat pork?  It's your culture!  You're Sikh and wear a turban?  It's tradition!  Why is it so hard for these otherwise open-minded people to understand that some people choose to adhere to religion out of faith?  I wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hijab&lt;/span&gt; because I believe in Allah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;swt&lt;/span&gt; and want to please Him.  It's not a principle that's too hard to grasp- how many employees bring in cupcakes and work after hours to get in their boss's good graces?  The only difference is I'm not working for a paycheck; I'm working to secure a spot in the Afterlife.  To each his own right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But back to being mistaken for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; MOTHER.  I can't help but replay the afternoon in my head: J. and I in our twenties hanging out among kids only five or so years younger- but a whole generation behind.  What contributed to me looking old?  Was it my work outfit of gray slacks paired with a short black and blue print dress?  Was it the blue raw silk scarf from India and black patent ballet flats?  Could it have been my new, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oversized&lt;/span&gt; sunglasses and Blackberry?  Or maybe I matched too much or looked overweight in my loose-fitting outfit?  I really can't say- I feel young at work among television veterans, but the real world is different.  It makes me want to pull off my scarf and shake out my shiny tresses and maybe even take off the pants and wear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;minidress&lt;/span&gt; how it was meant to be worn.  Ultimately, however, I know that isn't what I really want.  I want to be respected now AND when I'm 50 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;insha'Allah&lt;/span&gt;, and not because my eye cream works and has kept the wrinkles at bay, but because I have good thoughts in my head and creative ideas to express.  And even though tomorrow I plan on rocking my lucky red suede stilettos with jeans, I'm still going to work on offering the world my master plan for a better place.  Behind my pretty smile is my IQ- that's gotta be worth something, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589647793977987417-8872014198791765171?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8872014198791765171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/nurture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/8872014198791765171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/8872014198791765171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/nurture.html' title='Nurture'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589647793977987417.post-6255869515828130529</id><published>2009-07-20T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:39:25.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/3154828192_449881bcce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/3154828192_449881bcce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mondays are a double-edged sword.  Sometimes I'm grateful to have a fresh shot at the week &amp;amp; I look forward to what the week will bring.  Other days, I dread Monday; I hate being torn away from my two and a half days of adventure or loafing.  Weekends, like weekdays, have been especially hard without N. with me.  I don't do much, just stay home and read.  I love to go out, but exploring a new city or shopping isn't the same without him holding my hand.  So I cleaned out my closet all day Sunday (it looks great!) and watched Arabic music videos.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Though born abroad, I grew up here and feel like much of my culture is lacking in my environment.  I can't read or write Arabic, but I can speak the language and I've found that I've learned even more about my native background just from watching these half-dressed hussies shake their hips and sing love songs.  Take &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8o5Q2GmFbT8&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amar's&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yani&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/a&gt; video for an example: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt;, the singer, plays the role of the dutiful young daughter who stays home and grooms herself so she can catch the educated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt; at the end.  She sings of being patient as she does the housework in ill-fitting satin party dresses, combing her hair and painting her nails in between hanging laundry and preparing dinner.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What lessons could I have possibly learned from this?  Well, I'm the kind of girl who changes into pajamas (Cinderella ones today) as soon as I get home from work.  I flop on the couch in a prone position with my dinner balanced precariously on my belly.   When it's just me all alone, I'm lazy with my appearance.  My hair is bunched at the top of my head, bangs brushed off my face, and my glasses have smeary fingerprints from being pushed back up my nose too many times.  I try to look semi-pulled together for work, but the only time I really try to look great is when I have a date with N.  That's when I take a hot bubble bath and give myself a facial, a manicure and a pedicure, and I take my time rubbing extravagant creams into my skin.  The ritual is rewarding and I feel amazing.  So why don't I do that everyday?  Why don't I make spoiling myself and taking care of myself a routine habit instead of a sacred ritual?  Instead of wearing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PJ's&lt;/span&gt; five hours before my bedtime, why don't I change out of my work clothes into a cute and comfortable outfit, so that I feel presentable?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm not talking about velour sweatsuits here people, I think it's time women take more time out for themselves.  Drink your coffee out of a real cup and saucer, pour your bottled water out into a chilled glass garnished with a lemon slice, add a little relish and sauciness to pull yourself up out of ordinariness.  Why not?  Mondays hint at auspicious beginnings and though this one is coming to a close, I still have time to make a bit of luxury happen.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you inject moments of bliss throughout your day to get yourself out of the same old rut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7589647793977987417-6255869515828130529?l=missyhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6255869515828130529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/glow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6255869515828130529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589647793977987417/posts/default/6255869515828130529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missyhavoc.blogspot.com/2009/07/glow.html' title='GLOW'/><author><name>Cléa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsVlZY7hQqw/SoJSMZnbAQI/AAAAAAAAABk/75gStnfaZh8/S220/IMG00112-20090810-1903.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/3154828192_449881bcce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
