I made a record of montage sounds in '99 under the name Korena Pang, but it was never put out because it didn't do it for me.
I have no regrets about not having children. I still wait for the pang of guilt, but I have none. I tune into the television show 'Nanny 911' occasionally which reminds me how much patience and love it take to be a good parent.
I was hellbent on going to drama school, but my mother, rightly, panicked and persuaded me to go to university on the grounds that a degree would be 'something to fall back on.' Whilst at college, I realised I wasn't good enough or robust enough to be an actress.
Literature that keeps employing new linguistic and formal modes of expression to draft a panorama of society as a whole while at the same time exposing it, tearing the masks from its face - for me that would be deserving of an award.
I couldn't wait to be, you know, a Black Panther. Of course they wouldn't let me join.
What was so exciting for me about Wakanda and seeing 'Black Panther' was how incredible the women were in it.
I have had someone ask me to sign their 'Team Taylor' panties. She wasn't a teenager. She was in her 40s.
It's a trip but it hasn't crossed over to the point where women are throwing their panties at me.
I'm very proud that I can be myself. I'm not trying to be Arabic, I'm just being me, and I happen to be Arabic. I think that might be refreshing to some people, and it's a bit more realistic than these pantomime villains we've seen before.
When I came into boxing, I brought it to the next level with adverts and doing pantomime and people just got jealous of me doing that.
My dad tells me that he took us to a pantomime when I was very, very small - panto being a sort of English phenomenon. There's traditionally a part of the show where they'll invite kids up on the stage to interact with the show. I was too young to remember this, but my dad says that I was running up onstage before they even asked us.
I was hit by a car when I was 13, and the rumour was immediately that I had been playing chicken with the car with my best friend Kenny in front of the Nutmeg Pantry, which was the only shop in Sharon. In fact, the guy who hit me was inebriated.
My dad wouldn't buy me tight pants. I had to get my own money to buy them.
My father died five days before I returned to New York. He was only fifty-three years old. My parents and my father's doctor had all decided it was wiser for me to go to South America than to stay home and see Papa waste away. For a long time, I felt an enormous sense of guilt about having left my father's side when he was so sick.
The beauty about living in Atlanta is that there aren't too many paparazzi here; you can just relax. And that really works for me and my children.
I don't want to be followed by paparazzi; that terrifies me.
I'm not the Queen. I'm not a huge superstar; I don't get paparazzi around me.
I was teased if I brought my books home. I would take a paper bag to the library and put the books in the bag and bring them home. Not that I was that concerned about them teasing me - because I would hit them in a heartbeat. But I felt a little ashamed, having books.
I keep 'The Paper Bag Princess' by Robert Munsch on my shelf to remind me that my prince will love me no matter what I wear. Cheesy!
Sometimes I want to clean up my desk and go out and say, respect me, I'm a respectable grown-up, and other times I just want to jump into a paper bag and shake and bake myself to death.
