Makeup and Cosmetics

Question #1:

ok, well.... here's the thing....?

i'm in the process of transitioning from a guy to a girl. please, i luv it so much so no awful comments, ok? it's wonderful. i'm attending beauty school to become a cosmotologist with 6 other girls and 2 guys. they are all so sweet and very supportive. we've kinda decided to all go out this weekend for a fun night out and i'd luv to look totally hot :) would luv some suggestions on a totally awesome outfit if ya could help. if ya have any links showing the different things that would be so helpful! oh, i'm 5-6 very very slender with long hair i just colored auburn if that helps. thanks so much!!!!

Question #2:

Why do people tend to like unnatural beauty?

Like when they see a girl wearing a lot of make up, trendy clothes, looking cocky they automatically say "She's so hot. Very Gorgeous". Seriously those styled girls might not be ugly but remind me of cosmetics saloon. I prefer to see a girl with classic beauty and simple clothes. Those girls remind me of heaven.

Question #3:

Have you ever felt like going out in the woods & do nothing other than enjoying the beauties of nature?

Question #4:

[Ramadan] whats the best advice?

you could give someone? [islamically of course]

Once i said to someone "i fall before i reach the hurdles (cos i felt like my iman was slipping away)"

And they said to me "(my name) we all fall sometimes, but the beauty of it is that we pick ourselves back up and try harder, we dont quit"

So what's the best advice you could give to your fellow brothers & sisters?

Salaam

Question #5:

Huge Problem, Deeply Hurt. What should I do?

Sorry for long read, but I'm extremely broken right now, so I want some really good advices. Be serious please.

So, I met this girl a few days ago. Let's just say that she's amazing in almost every single way. She's not a player in anyway because I know that she has been with her past boyfriend for 6 years, even though she was abused and hit all the time (scars prove so). Right now we go to the same university together, and I guess I rushed a bit, since I have never kissed a girl before, let alone anything else. I like her not only because of her beauty, but because of her socializing skills, the way she talks, her personality and of course, her maturity. She said she liked me too, so we went pretty fast and went to third base. She stayed over on my bed for two nights, wore my clothes, hang out with me, and did some stuff (no home base so yeah), but you get the idea.

Anyway, then suddenly one day, one of my friends (whom I recently found out also has a crush on her) talked to her for an hour, she suddenly said that I may not fit her because I am not the original person she thought I'd be. He then apparently called her out again at night around 3 am and talked to her more, and now she wouldn't even see me. He even made up a story that she's already secretly dating him, and she even complied when I asked her. What the fuck is going on? I've tried to text her, but she says if she sees me she wouldn't know what to speak about and it'd be awkward. It feels like she hates me.

I know I love this girl, and I forgive her for everything, whether was it luring me or seducing me and then just kicking me off the boat, I forgive her all that, but I just want her back so badly. Is that even possible? If so, what should I do? Right now I am just kinda giving her space and not talking to her at all. She hasn't responded to me of my messages yet.

And how should I get over this? This is my first love, and it's haunting me very very badly... Thanks for anyone who can help. 10 pts is all I can give, sorry, but gladly for any help. Sorry for long read again.
*Add: She wouldn't give me a chance to tell her how I feel. He probably told her to never listen to me or something. She wouldn't tell me what he said. All she says to me is "you're thinking too much"...

Question #6:

Beauty routine for first day of highschool?

So I'm starting a new school as a freshman. I don't want tips on confidance or what to bring or how I shouldn't do drugs. I want tips on how to look amazing. Like what makup should I use? Give me a recipe for face masks/scrubs, whatever. I want to look as good as possibale.
Oh, and I'm getting a trim and a blowout the night before. And I'm not allowed to wear eyeliner at all, but I can do everything else.

Please don't give me any crap about how beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Best answer gets 10 points!!

Question #7:

Im getting a doberman :D and I have one main question?

Hey
Iv decided im getting a doberman but i have one main question that is really really hard?
Should I get black and tan or red? I love them both so much because black and tan resembles strength, toughness and courage but red resembles beauty and willingness to be friendly guys please help me out with your opinions.. Thanks in advance
I know the temperment Iv had 2 dobermans before and Iv had one black and tan and one red... 1 lived for 13years and the other for 15 Iv already met the litter and iv bonded with 2 of them the exact same and thats the problem... ones black and tan and the others red

Question #8:

Where can I find a manga artist to help illustrate my story?

I am looking for a website, or any other means of connecting with a manga artist who would be willing to work with me for a long while. I have a long and intricate story planned, and I am looking for a skilled manga artist to assist me. More information at the link below if anyone is interested on Yahoo, but if not, can anyone please direct me to a place where I could possibly talk to other manga artists about my story? Thanks!

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In case anyone here is interested in working with me, I like to describe the story as follows:

I like to think of this story as having:
The plot intricacy and character development of FullMetal Alchemist
The pure romance of D.N. Angel
The teamwork/shounen style training of Magical Shoujo Lyrical Nanoha: StrikerS
The epic largeness of Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
The modesty of Rurouni Kenshin
The logical reasoning of Code Geass
The supernatural beauty of Clannad or Fate/Stay Nigh

Question #9:

Why do 12 year olds think they can be a "beauty guru"?

I know it looks like fun and seems glamorous, but they couldn't possibly have tried enough products and had enough trial and error to really give a good perspective on products. Don't get me wrong, I have a channel. But, I do it for fun! Also, I'm in my mid-twenties and have tried many products and tried many techniques. Even I am still learning. What's up with this craziness???
Oh it's all about the free stuff! Which is wrong. If you're in it only for free stuff or money then, in my opinion, you're doing it for the wrong reasons.

Question #10:

What do you think of my writing?

Mrs. Fatima sat at her chair that stood against the yellow painted wall of the living room. The fan whirred above her, squeaking as it turned from side to side. The door of the room facing her remained closed for two months. To her right side, the kitchen smelt of rot bananas with a cup of coffee lying at the bottom of the sink since her son’s last visit, two weeks ago.

The grey light from the round lamp at the ceiling, gave a mysterious aura to Mrs. Fatima’s brown, wrinkled skin. She clicked the golden ring at the forefinger against her knee, and then raised her head to the ceiling. In her white night dress she looked a like a pride waiting for her lover to return, but a dying pride would be of no use.

She dreaded mirrors. She escaped them, afraid to see how time had misshaped her, leaving nothing of her once charming features. Beauty abandoned her. Her cheekbones stuck out under her green eyes and her nose got longer with the skin flattening at around it. Her teeth went yellow and weaker; her jaw dropped to her neck and stiffened at the edges that she could barely move it up and down to eat.

The reality of change had destroyed her life. Her husband died and her three daughters and son got married and left her to the silence of her apartment. Her body stiffened all over and her back arched forward; her front of her feet swelled. She’d feel like walking hard wood that broke apart and stuck out, piercing through her skin.

The crying went on for four years, since the death of her husband. But by the beginning of the fifth year, she realized that there was no use. Her tears dried up and she knew that no one would ever care to watch them as they twinkled in the light of the room, falling to the ground. The tears were gone.

No one would hug her when she felt cold; no one would sleep beside her and show her how it felt to be a woman. She wondered, what was the use of pain if no one could see it?

She raised her head to the ceiling and her jaw shook as she tried to talk. “God, can you hear me?” She pressed the wooden handle of the chair. “ I cannot be alone any longer. I wish to die.”

She imagined that by tomorrow morning, Mrs. Dalia her neighbor would keep on knocking but she wouldn’t open for she‘d be dead. The neighbors would break the door and Mrs. Dalia would scream and run to her bed and hug her. She’d talk of how she visited her everyday and how she took care of her, of how she told her of her secrets and how she loved her like a mother.

Question #11:

Which do you think is more harmful to a childs psyche...?

enrolling them in beauty pageants or taking them hunting?

Question #12:

Would you please rate my writing?

Mrs. Fatima sat at her chair that stood against the yellow painted wall of the living room. The fan whirred above her, squeaking as it turned from side to side. The door of the room facing her remained closed for two months. To her right side, the kitchen smelt of rot bananas with a cup of coffee lying at the bottom of the sink since her son’s last visit, two weeks ago.

The grey light from the round lamp at the ceiling, gave a mysterious aura to Mrs. Fatima’s brown, wrinkled skin. She clicked the golden ring at the forefinger against her knee, and then raised her head to the ceiling. In her white night dress she looked a like a pride waiting for her lover to return, but a dying pride would be of no use.

She dreaded mirrors. She escaped them, afraid to see how time had misshaped her, leaving nothing of her once charming features. Beauty abandoned her. Her cheekbones stuck out under her green eyes and her nose got longer with the skin flattening at around it. Her teeth went yellow and weaker; her jaw dropped to her neck and stiffened at the edges that she could barely move it up and down to eat.

The reality of change had destroyed her life. Her husband died and her three daughters and son got married and left her to the silence of her apartment. Her body stiffened all over and her back arched forward; her front of her feet swelled. She’d feel like walking hard wood that broke apart and stuck out, piercing through her skin.

The crying went on for four years, since the death of her husband. But by the beginning of the fifth year, she realized that there was no use. Her tears dried up and she knew that no one would ever care to watch them as they twinkled in the light of the room, falling to the ground. The tears were gone.

No one would hug her when she felt cold; no one would sleep beside her and show her how it felt to be a woman. She wondered, what was the use of pain if no one could see it?

She raised her head to the ceiling and her jaw shook as she tried to talk. “God, can you hear me?” She pressed the wooden handle of the chair. “ I cannot be alone any longer. I wish to die.”

She imagined that by tomorrow morning, Mrs. Dalia her neighbor would keep on knocking but she wouldn’t open for she‘d be dead. The neighbors would break the door and Mrs. Dalia would scream and run to her bed and hug her. She’d talk of how she visited her everyday and how she took care of her, of how she told her of her secrets and how she loved her like a mother.

Question #13:

For all reading lovers. What do you think of my writing?

Mrs. Fatima sat at her chair that stood against the yellow painted wall of the living room. The fan whirred above her, squeaking as it turned from side to side. The door of the room facing her remained closed for two months. To her right side, the kitchen smelt of rot bananas with a cup of coffee lying at the bottom of the sink since her son’s last visit, two weeks ago.

The grey light from the round lamp at the ceiling, gave a mysterious aura to Mrs. Fatima’s brown, wrinkled skin. She clicked the golden ring at the forefinger against her knee, and then raised her head to the ceiling. In her white night dress she looked a like a pride waiting for her lover to return, but a dying pride would be of no use.

She dreaded mirrors. She escaped them, afraid to see how time had misshaped her, leaving nothing of her once charming features. Beauty abandoned her. Her cheekbones stuck out under her green eyes and her nose got longer with the skin flattening at around it. Her teeth went yellow and weaker; her jaw dropped to her neck and stiffened at the edges that she could barely move it up and down to eat.

The reality of change had destroyed her life. Her husband died and her three daughters and son got married and left her to the silence of her apartment. Her body stiffened all over and her back arched forward; her front of her feet swelled. She’d feel like walking hard wood that broke apart and stuck out, piercing through her skin.

The crying went on for four years, since the death of her husband. But by the beginning of the fifth year, she realized that there was no use. Her tears dried up and she knew that no one would ever care to watch them as they twinkled in the light of the room, falling to the ground. The tears were gone.

No one would hug her when she felt cold; no one would sleep beside her and show her how it felt to be a woman. She wondered, what was the use of pain if no one could see it?

She raised her head to the ceiling and her jaw shook as she tried to talk. “God, can you hear me?” She pressed the wooden handle of the chair. “ I cannot be alone any longer. I wish to die.”

She imagined that by tomorrow morning, Mrs. Dalia her neighbor would keep on knocking but she wouldn’t open for she‘d be dead. The neighbors would break the door and Mrs. Dalia would scream and run to her bed and hug her. She’d talk of how she visited her everyday and how she took care of her, of how she told her of her secrets and how she loved her like a mother. De

Question #14:

If ♥ means love and ☮ means peace, what symbol means truth?

and what about beauty?
how's this? ж
it reminds me of the Newton's law of motion - To every action there is always an equal and opposite reaction- which makes me think of Truth.

I have no tattoos, but have been have been considering a diagram that describes that law.

Question #15:

girls: don't you think it's funny?

don't you think it's kinda funny how guys say they prefer little to no makeup (natural beauty) on girls when they also love celebs who wear tons of makeup like Megan Fox and Kim Kardashian?
mintbarrel21- not that they aren't pretty, but whenever you see them on tv or in magazines, they are wearing a lot of makeup! I'm talking about a lot of actresses in general actually. It just seems funny, cause I've seen so many guys say they don't like when we wear a lot of makeup. However, they rant about celebs who wear tons of it lol
no offense to anyone out there, I'm just wondering lol

Question #16:

how can i get my hair like this.. please help?!?!?

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if you cant see it too well, it's like frosty on top. can somebody tell me how to do this if i went to sallys or a beauty store and did it? or could somebody try to find a picture for me on the internet that looks like this because i can't find any and i want a better picture to show to my hair stylist or the people who i want to do it. please and thank you :)

Question #17:

best upcoming mmos to play?

iv tried age of conan. played wow for 2 years. i thought lord of the rings looked terrible.(im not into just graphics but you gotta enjoy the world you know?). so idk i have been off mmos for like 6 months or more now.idk i jus kinda miss a good emerging mmo that isnt a big grind or too time consuming. like where you have to keep up with gear(uh hem wow) i mean where unless u play everyday you cant keep up ur score to get the best gear. i want an mmo where if im busy in the week then fine, but if i can play all wekend, then hell i should be able to get on and have a blast with friends all wekend if thats my only time. or if i can only spare 2 hours a day ya know?

i guess i just got sick of wows system and people, and bored of the pvp(stopped pve cus too time consuming and the people were wayyy too into the game haha). Aion looked like a huge grind plus their dieying now. i was lookin at a few like the new star wars one comin out, that looks like i might like that since it has a story i know and llove, cool classes, and the worlds look amazing. (thats a big thing for me haha its gotta look pretty, not graphics wise but beauty wise, even in wow i found some places really creative an pretty.)

also i dont have the best laptop on the planet haha i can play wow easily on it. im pretty sure i could handle the new star wars, and starcraft 2 im sure. i mean stuff like the new Final fantasy i probably couldnt play lol but that games looks gay..no offense. jus does.looks kinda fakeish an wierd to me,

guild wars 2 looks okayish :/

Question #18:

Could you please answer questions on these uncommon names?

These names are not my favorites, nor or they ones I would ever consider using, they're entirely random.

boys name: Seamus is pronounced SHAY-muss and it's the Irish form of James, which means he who supplants. It's currently ranked at #813, and its most popular year was 2003 at #734

girls name: Calla is pronounced KA-luh and it means beauty in Greek. It's not currently in the top 1000 girls names and its most popular year was 1881 at #633.

Here are the questions:

1. What is your opinion on these names?
2. What would nicknames and/or middle names would you use for these names?
3. Which would you use to describe:
i. dislike it, ii. not bad, iii. ok iv. like it, v. love it
4. What kind of person do these names put to mind?
5. Do you know anyone with these names? (description if yes)
6. Any stories/history you have on these names.

By the way, since many seem to want to know, this is for a potential baby name book or blog.

Thanks!!

Question #19:

How do you define beauty?

Is it by their eyes, height, skin, weight? Please be honest I won't judge

Question #20:

So everyone, how do you deal with such a superficial society? Would you date this girl?

There used to be this girl I know. She was cunning, manipulative, hurts people ALL THE TIME, back stabs friends and lovers, is fake all around (both on the outside and inside), and yet... People LOVE HER! It's so weird... Yes, she has a pretty face, and she is the typical Anglo-Saxon ideal beauty (Blonde hair, blue eyes, light skin.), and despite her being morbidly obese (Not saying there's anything SUPER BAD about being obese, but she doesn't like skinny people in the least.)... People still loves her, babies her, and "forgives" her easily after screwing them over.

So, how do you deal with such a superficial society? And would you date that girl described above? :S





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