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After a long hiatus, I've decided to pick up the quill and call on the muse. I've finally added the last punctuation mark for a Sun.Star Travel story (nearly a year in the making, whew!), and wrote my first Examiner.com story.Examiner.com is a one-stop site for all that's dazzlin' and happenin' locally across the States. In true Diva-wears-nada fashion, I opted to write on shopping and style

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There’s something about leaving and escaping into an unfamiliar place that stirs panic in a luggage-toting traveler’s heart. Forget unplanned expenses when happily “lost” in the confines of souvenir markets or late-breaking weather reports that all too often dampen the adventurous spirit. For the modern nomad who can’t board a plane without dragging an entire closet behind, it is the packing part

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When it comes to directions, I’m Jack Sparrow’s compass: broken, north-challenged, pathetic.I’ve resigned to this conclusion after the 13th interstate trip I’ve ventured on with a group of road trip junkies while on a nearly three-month stint in the States. Never out on the road without a travel “bible” (read: Map Quest), we often appeared armed and ready like a bunch of cookie-peddling girl

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What has the world of footsies come to?First, came the Havaianas, Brazilian rubber slippers that swept both the fashionable and the comfort-seeker on their feet.For someone who has seen the ridiculous beeline – all in the name of getting first pick privilege or simply snagging a pair – it was apparent what these imported flip-flops have done to the poor fashionista. It has possessed her, lured

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A pair of denim jeans, since its debut on the racks of Levi Strauss, has seen far more makeovers than Michael Jackson’s surgically pieced-together body parts. First, after being labeled a male worker’s down-and-dirty uniform, denim jeans have found their way out of the miner’s cave and into a woman’s closet, defying clear-cut gender delineation in the then-conservative fashion world. No sooner

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First, there’s the wild palpitation. The heart, suddenly agitated and nervy, throbs to the beat of inaudibly deafening bass drums. Thud. Thud. Then, comes the involuntary convulsion of the sweat-drenched hands chased, not too long, by the spontaneous illogical rambling that would put even wasted Britney to shame.As pathetic as it may sound in these days of Starbucks and Coffee Blends, when it

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“How do you expect to keep a marriage whole when you can hardly keep an egg yolk in tact?” my mom instinctively berates like a broken Beatles record each time she is reminded of my pathetic culinary skill.I admit, I’m no Martha Stewart. When it comes to whipping up a wok-load of dishes, disaster is more like my middle name.Throw me a mauve-dyed apron, and I’d maladroitly stain it with a reckless

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Even when I was a naive and dowdy little nine-year-old, I’ve always suspected that Cinderella and her wicked stepsisters couldn’t possibly be fighting over prince charming. Instead, they all wanted what every girl covets – the glass slippers.A woman’s love affair with her “sole” mate is a tangled web of complexities. The most brilliant minds have found a way to split an atom. Geneticists have

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