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The Confessions of a Shopaholic (Review)

I don't like to shop very much, frankly speaking and I've got this aversion for credit cards too so, I didn't think I was going to like Confessions of a Shopaholic very much. But I kind of liked it. Between 1 to 5, I'd give it a 3.5 rating for entertaining me. No, actually a 2.5 for the movie and an extra 0.5 for Hugh Dancy and Isla Fisher each. :-) The book was much better although I didn't quite get it either. It's about a young girl who finds shopping therapeutic (yawn!) and she just can't help herself whenever she walks past these stores. Hence, she dragged up quite a bill and owed the bank more than she can ever dream of earning in a month. She wants to write for a fashion mag but there's no opening there for her so she ends up working for, albeit as a stepping stone, the sister company....a boring financial magazine. TA DA ! Someone with huge debt working for a financial magazine. But the good news is that the boss is a dashing man who h


It's a Monday and my eyes are bulging out their sockets. I can't think about anything apart from the characters that keeps coming back into my head. I'm writing a story while writing for my clients and it's making life hell for me. The other day, I was writing and writing and writing and writing....I couldn't stop because I wanted to know what would happen to those characters that I just penned alive. It's really weird because believe it or not, it's like a movie unfolding for me too even though I am writing them out. I think it's one of the abilities of a writer or a see it as it rolls out. Except that you keep having to hit the 'delete' and 'backspace' once in a while when you get too excited. And it makes me very impatient when I make a typo. Movies don't have typos. On Saturday, I was on the roll and was writing well past three in the morning. I was insanely obsessed with the female character in the stor

Australia: The Movie

I love romantic comedies or just comedies. It makes me happy. When I blog more about the movies I watch, you'll see why! :-) So, it's kind of strange by my standards to find me watching something like AUSTRALIA. I mean, AUSTRALIA? Fine. I'll choke it up. It's Hugh Jackman, awright? Sheesh..... But I love Nicole Kidman too - so, give me some credit here. It wasn't ENTIRELY a hormone-based decision. So, I start watching and get enthralled with Jackman on a horse (he said he banged his balls a lot while filming this show....ouch!). Is it any surprise at all that I find Nicole Kidman so alluringly regal and beautiful in this movie, no? She was. And she's cute too. My favorite scene with Kidman in it was when she said she could help get the cows together like a man and that she could do it too. And when she did, there she was sitting high on a horse shouting, 'Move along now! Move along! Roar, roar, ROOOAAARRR!' That was absolutely hilarious. Kidman'

The Secret To Article Marketing – Hard Work

I laugh whenever people ask me for article marketing secrets. Why? That’s because it’s really no secret at all that there are no real secrets to article marketing, THAT’s why. The same way you would market a moisturizer, a book or a video CD, that’s pretty much the same way you should market your articles. You write them and then push them out to as many people as possible through as many viable and affordable avenues as possible. Is that article marketing secrets? Nope. Hardly. No secret to marketing your articles Sitting down and writing your article is one of the first steps you have to take but how do you do it when there is absolutely nothing (you think) worthy to write about? Do some surfing on the internet, read stuff that others have written and keeping yourself in the loop is an important a secret if there are article marketing secrets. Continue Reading (MarshaMaung.ME)

No, Jonas. Not Like That

Being a lover of all things beautiful, I notice everything that's even midly pretty. I know I've veen writing a lot about celebrities of late but I can't help it, I keep bumping into them whenever my MSN instant messenger loads! I mean, they show me all these pictures all the time when it loads and LaineyGossip doesn't cut me any slack either so.....yeah, I keep getting in the way. Being me, I can't stop myself from commenting because....well, I can't bitch about it to my kids. I can't bitch to my mom. So, I am better off bitching it to the rest of the world. I like Jonas, SERIOUSLY , I do! I do. I think they're kinda cute and all that and looking at them inspires me. Maybe I can turn my kids into money-making chipmunks as well. I've got to respect their parents....spawning off three musical kids in a row. That's gotta take a toll. But hello. First it was Efron who looked like he was balding and was growing his hair long to cov

Johnny, Oh, Johnny

My Lah-ling Johnny, what happened to you??!!! OMG!! There's ruffled-up sexy, there's wanna-run-my-fingers-through-your-hair yummy....but this is my-hairdresser-is-lazy!! GAWRD! What do you think of Johnny Depp's old-new greased-up hairdo? ( polls )

First You Write It And That’s The Easy Part

Most people concur that writing is not always easy – especially when you’re not wired that way. Most people would imagine TALKING a much better, more convenient form of communication. It takes effort to write. But for strange, weird people like me, writing is easier. That is….before this whole online social networking thing took it a few steps deeper. Writing, for most writers today, is a form of promotion for ourselves. The more we write, the more we get out there, the more people we reach, the more people get to know about it. If you do a credible job, you invariably will attract a few fans and followers as time goes on. With the online social networking phenomenon, it’s no longer the case. Continue Reading (ContentMagician)

Wow, and I didn't know I was number 1 for something

I write very regularly (less so now than before) for EzineArticles ....this is how I market myself, to get people to market me for me by publishing my articles on THEIR websites and blogs. Free marketing, well, not so free but free. And then per chance someone mentioned that they're proud to see my name on some list and that I was better than Chris M. Knight , one of the big guns in Ezinearticles itself! It's gotta mean something, right? But what list is THAT ? Anyway, I found out what list it was today and all I can say is that....well, WOW . I didn't know. And I had a huge lead too over No.2 smelling my exhaust fumes too. I wasn't given a chance to gloat, damnit! Funny thing is that it's for topics like ATV (I HATE BIKES , much less ATVs but I write the GUY STUFF for clients and stuff like that) too. Amazing. And I am No.1 on this list for THAT . Ironic. Let me gloat a little by showing this picture. See in this list, it was listed that I write very good g


I need some time on my own....preferably somewhere comfortable, soft, and maybe a drink is good. Especially after seeing these hot hot HAWT photos of the latest Calvin Klein Jeans advertisements! I mean, is this totally hotness or am I totally bonkers?! Check that out, I mean, CHECK THAT OUT !!! Aaarrrrggghhhhh!!!! Hey, is that the outline of his....anatomy? I can't zoom in close enough to justify a hyperventilation! Breathe, breathe, breathe....OK, in, out, in, out.... NOW is not a good time to think about in-ing and out-ing, Marsha! HAH !! Eva Mendes' got small-enough breasts that that Greek God over there can cover with his fore arms. Howz that for being one of the sexiest women on earth? Miss Mendes, please...let me do it. His body is slippery enough for me to 'accidentally' slip it off very quietly. Thereafter, we can be un-quiet. Actually, when do you think civilized, educated, moral mothers start growing up? I seriously will kill myself if my kids find m

Loving Your Work So Much That You Want To Take It Home. Don’t.

“I love my work. It’s absolutely da bomb and I just can’t NOT take my home with me because I’d be thinking about it all the time. If I don’t work when I get home, I’d just be unable to spend time with the kids or even realize that they’re bouncing off the walls. So I bring them home with me,” said one of my friends. “It works out well this way”. Read More (

What On Earth is Pharish Philtone Trying To Do With Her Twin Peaks?

Can someone please tell me what on earth is this Hilton doink doing????? ROFL!! Is she really THAT desperate for attention...good heavens! My guess is this...she's trying to squish that large ribbon pendant of hers to pieces with her boobs. What's your take?

Me, the cool soccer mom. And I don't even watch soccer, cool....

There was a typo in something I typed up...probably when I was drunk, hee hee hee....and this nice guy sent me an email informing me that I typed 'SHEAP' instead of 'CHEAP' and me, being easily alarmed, went WHERE WHERE WHERE WHERE????!!! I'm soooooooooo sorry......and he replied with this. **** **** **** No problem. Consider it coin paid for your helpful SEO advice. You've got a great writing style. Where are you based? If you really are half a world away, your style makes you sound like the cool soccer mom just down the street. I am impressed. Then again, if I've put my foot in my mouth, please forgive. Best, Chris *** *** **** *** Soccer mom....hhmmmm......never thought of that..... Isn't that, like, totally coolness? Thanks to Hollywood that I've developed that style, huh? BTW, what's a soccer mom?

Nippy Flashes

I'm sorry. I truly am, Miss Graham but you caught me at the wrong time, wrong mood and I feel this irrepressible need to bitch a little and you’re standing right there in your blue gown looking absolutely gorgeous. No doubt you’ve gone through a whole lot to put on that fabulous head-snapping look of yours….no doubt whatsoever. Your makeup is fantastic, your hair is glistening. I can literally hear your beauty whispering into the ears of your male colleagues….you’re enchanting….bewitching (pardon my tendency to use ‘magical’ adverbs these days due to my inequitable fascination with Twilight, vampires, shapeshifters, Robert Pattinson and anything else related to the non-human world, albeit, boring humanity) but there’s something that’s really bothering me over here and I cannot forgive myself if I don’t say this. I can’t. I have to. Please, Miss Heather Graham, have you ever heard of something called Nipple Tape? No? Gosh, go ask some of your male colleagues to go get it for

Because You're Not A Monk

A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, " My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night ?" The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks, What the sound was, but they say, "We can’t tell you because you’re not a monk ." The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply, " We can’t tell you because you’re not a monk ." The man says, " All right, all right.. I’m dying to know. If the

Sing....Sing A Song

I am standing at a I like this better, or that? Which one, if there's only one, makes me happier. Let's see. I'll keep it short because I don't really feel like writing too much today. BOTH singing and writing came naturally to me. I wouldn't say I am spectacular at it, please....I just said it came naturally to me. As in it makes me feel darn good. As in it makes me feel on top of the world. As in SOME people actually enjoy it when I do it. The rest of the world can nuke themselves. I wrote (still do) short stories (some steamy, some totally weird stuff) to keep myself entertained. The first time I did this was when I was....oh, I don't The moment I could string two words together to make a sentence? Like. I love mom. Mom loves me. She cooks dinner. I love tow foo. I hate vegetables. Singing came to me about the same time. I think it's like....something I do when I am everywhere. Mostly when I hide myself in my room p

A Conversation I Had With Myself On Villains.

This is how a conversation with myself went....about a villain in one of my little stories. It's interesting how I manage to argue myself out of writing anything bad about ANYBODY in the story. But if I don't, the story would be utterly, positively and irrefutably BORING. You can't write that! The poor girl is just too nice to be injured like that. OK, I'll write off the guy who spat the gum on the side of the road then. But what did HE do to deserve that? O.....Kay.....let's forget about that plot then. How about the girl dumps the guy for her sister's boyfriend and ends up getting VD.... No, not that guy. He bought the girl a necklace, remember? It must really hurt him to be dumped just like that. Pick another guy. Fine, the brother then. He just got admitted into the hospital. And now you want to dump him? Oh, come on. You're so cruel to this character! Why? Because you're bloody getting on my nerves, Marsha! Fine, you pick one. Er....OK. I&

Ahpek, oh Ahpek....sigh.....

I was getting impatient waiting in line for this ah-pek to finish his transaction after transaction. It was like he was trying to close his bloody account at the ATM....and I wanted to shout at him, ' Ahpek! To close account you have to go inside and close your account, you know !' but it would be really rude and mean for me to do that. So, I hum a song, tap my toe, imagine that I am in Hawaii and that a handsome hunk was standing at my side. Better still, that handsome hunk in my imagination would be doing naughty things to my ear and throat. Probably biting considering my fixation with Vampires these days. So, this ahpek outlasted about three people in another line and I am turning purple in the face with the waiting. The problem is that he was pressing evvvveerrrrr sssoooooo ssslllloooowwwwllllyyyyy, and when he gets his cash, he counts the money there and then. He doesn't trust the ATM machine to do it right! Brilliant. I can hear the people behind me sighing and