<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7764759028619151437</id><updated>2024-12-19T11:23:03.792+08:00</updated><category term="hong kong"/><category term="news"/><category term="saving money"/><category term="it&#39;s not right"/><category term="food"/><category term="art"/><category term="beauty"/><category term="computer"/><category term="travel"/><category term="China"/><category term="celebrities"/><category term="fashion"/><category term="ghost"/><category term="hubpages"/><category term="love"/><category term="movies"/><category term="award"/><category term="facebook shares"/><category term="free"/><category term="health"/><category term="i love"/><category term="japan"/><category term="kidnap"/><category term="korea"/><category term="petite"/><category term="shopping"/><category term="snacks"/><category term="taiwan"/><category term="tips"/><category term="Lancome"/><category term="adhd"/><category term="angry birds"/><category term="credit card"/><category term="creep"/><category term="dogs"/><category term="dream"/><category term="facebook"/><category term="fanart"/><category term="fear"/><category term="frotteurism"/><category term="games"/><category term="google"/><category term="groping"/><category term="halloween"/><category term="healthy lifestyle"/><category term="hotel"/><category term="house"/><category term="internet security"/><category term="joshua bell"/><category term="life"/><category term="movie review"/><category term="new year&#39;s resolution"/><category term="ocean park"/><category term="pervert"/><category term="pictures"/><category term="promo"/><category term="saizen"/><category term="self-fulfilling prophecy"/><category term="seriousnuts"/><category term="squidoo"/><category term="timezone"/><category term="touching stories"/><category term="toys"/><category term="tv shows"/><category term="twilight series"/><category term="twitter"/><category term="valentine&#39;s day"/><title type='text'>Cheerfulnuts</title><subtitle type='html'>the little girl&#39;s random thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764759028619151437/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764759028619151437/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Rainy Kua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09134087235855495979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBCR9yU5ghhtpum5jWYStSD0CIKU6slWquIerrI2229ZoQ1aFG36fadmrn3az-qGMYufxvPlkjka5f6Bc7FKPm2vAfLrqAV-5dyPk2xJMU7g95d3sNC1m9sPXUd50d8w/s1600/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764759028619151437.post-5282942382653182557</id><published>2013-08-20T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-08-20T16:37:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwanted Attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;&quot;&gt;As a Filipina with Chinese ethnicity, I may look a bit different to some people in my home town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;&quot;&gt;. I do get unwanted attention from strangers. Sometimes, the comments I get are somewhere between positive to neutral. Other times, the comments are racist and downright rude (read about my &lt;a href=&quot;http://thelittlegirlissavingmoney.blogspot.com/2011/11/unsuccessful-saving.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;racist experience in a grocery store&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;&quot;&gt;). In any case, these comments make me incredibly uncomfortable. Like when a fast food staff in a food court asked me questions about my ethnicity. Our conversation went on something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Me: &quot;Yes.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Staff: &quot;Are you a Chinese?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Me: &quot;Yes.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Staff: &quot;Is your mom a pure Chinese?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Me: &quot;Yes.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Staff: &quot;It&#39;s amazing that she can still speak Tagalog. But she does have an accent. How bout your dad? Is he a pure Chinese too?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Me: &quot;No.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Staff: &quot;Oh, so you&#39;re not a pure Chinese... But you look so Chinese. Does your dad look Chinese too?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me: &quot;Not so much.&amp;nbsp;Where&#39;s my burger?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I quickly left the counter and asked my sister to wait for my order. When I got my order from another fast food outlet and my sister got my burger, I learned that she was also asked the exact same questions. From our table, I caught the guy looking at my family as if we&#39;re Martians who had just arrived on earth. It was not a negative experience, but it was awkward. Even the guy looked kind of awkward. I just wanted my darn burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This staff from a certain fashion store was really rude. I went to this store to look for a dress for a wedding party. If you have read my post about &lt;a href=&quot;http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2012/04/jeans-for-petite-women-little-girls.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;skinny&amp;nbsp;jeans&lt;/a&gt;, you know that shopping for clothes is not exactly an enjoyable activity for me. The store was on clearance sale, so I hoped to find my dress there. My mom and sister found something they wanted. We went to the fitting room together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As always, my mom wanted me to go with her inside the cubicle. Before I could go with her, the staff blocked my way and told me to wait outside. My mom told her she needed my assistance. The staff didn&#39;t relent and frowned at us. I couldn&#39;t do anything, so I waited at the entrance. There were a handful of ladies waiting in line. Some customers got confused and thought I was falling in line too. After a few minutes, my mom poked her head out of the cubicle and asked me to help her. The staff frowned as I walked to my mom&#39;s cubicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;After that, I left the fitting room to continue my search for a dress. I found a red one. I tried it on, but I needed my sister&#39;s nod of approval. I peeked outside but she wasn&#39;t in the fitting room. I changed back to my clothes. I handed the dress back to staff so she could put it on the rack behind her. She didn&#39;t reach out. Instead, she bossily pointed to the rack, which means I had to hang the dress &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt;. I obeyed her and immediately regretted not fighting back. I thought to myself, &quot;Wait a minute. It wasn&#39;t right! She was being rude to me!&quot; But, if I made a scene, who knows if someone would videotape my screaming and hair-pulling and post it on Youtube?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I went out feeling terrible. My sister was waiting for me on the couch. She noticed something was wrong. I told her what happened, which got her very furious. I learned that the staff had been rude to my mom and my sister too when they tried on more clothes. She and my mom marched to the fitting room. My sister asked the staff for her name, which made her nervous. She refused to give her name and immediately defended her actions even if my sister hadn&#39;t said anything yet. &quot;Your name,&quot; my sister insisted. She said her name as softly as she could. They asked for the manager but h/she wasn&#39;t there. They promised they&#39;d come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My sister is like a man. She is quiet and wants to avoid conflict as much as she can even if she&#39;s been wronged. So what she did for me is really awesome. It felt good! We left the store and had our lunch. I decided that I wanted that dress after all. We went back and I was glad the dress was still there! We pretended to look for the manager to give the staff a scare lol. The truth is, we didn&#39;t care anymore. We had confronted her and that is all I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I think the staff was simply following the rules. I have no problems with that AS LONG as she did it&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;nicely and respectfully&lt;/i&gt;. But frowning at customers, stopping a daughter from assisting her mom to zip her dress, and being bossy to a customer is downright rude. It&#39;s not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Early this month, three unrelated women who had been missing for a decade had been found in the house of Ariel Castro in Seymour Avenue, Cleveland. The women are Amanda Berry (27), Gina DeJesus (23), and Michelle Knight (32) who were kidnapped in 2003, 2004, and 2002, respectively. The police also found a six-year-old girl who is the daughter of Berry and believed to be fathered by the suspect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;While Castro was not home, Berry managed to escape and asked for help behind the locked front door. Charles Ramsey came from McDonald&#39;s when he heard someone screaming for help. He ran to Castro&#39;s house and with the help of Angel Cordero (another neighbor), he kicked the door open. Ramsey and Berry immediately called 911. When the police arrived, they found the two other victims tied with chains and ropes and a little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Castro is charged with kidnapping and rape. He is said to have locked the women in the basement but have eventually allowed them to live on the second floor of his home. Based on the interview, Castro had physically abused them, which led Knight having several miscarriages over the years. He would also celebrate their abduction date every year. What a cruel thing to do. I think he was celebrating his own triumph for not being caught with his crimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Inasmuch as this news is disturbing, I&#39;m glad that these women had finally gotten away from Castro&#39;s clutches. Sadly, this type of news is becoming more common that we no longer find it shocking. When I first heard about this, I immediately thought of Jaycee Dugard, the woman who had been held captive for 18 years and bore three children with her kidnapper. Even before further details has been released, I think the whole world must be thinking the same thing as I did - this six-year-old little girl is the daughter of Castro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What is still unclear is whether or not the authorities are to be blamed for not finding these women sooner. Some neighbors said that they have called the police after seeing suspicious activities in Castro&#39;s property. The authorities, however, denied receiving these calls. Whichever the truth is, the community should start taking more precautions to avoid further crimes such as this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;No one knows for certain what took place inside Castro&#39;s house during the last decade. The only thing we&#39;re sure of is that these women have been through a lot. They had spent so many years in captivity. Now that they&#39;re free, I wish them nothing but a life filled with love and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ll tell you a story of a typical Filipino. Let&#39;s call her Greta. Greta is in her early 20&#39;s. She got married and works at a call center in Makati. In the Philippines, call center agents don&#39;t get as much pay as in other countries. Nonetheless, their salary is still considered decent in Filipino standard. So Greta is earning enough money. However, most of her salary goes to her brothers&#39; tuition fees. She has four brothers by the way. She shoulders even her brothers&#39; rent for dorm. Nothing much is left for herself. Despite that, she is happy to be of help to her family and she doesn&#39;t expect anything in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Greta is a good and selfless person. But I don&#39;t agree with her ways. At this stage of her life, she should be saving up instead of using up all her money for whatever reason. Her salary is probably more than enough for herself for now. But what about in the future? What if she gets pregnant? What if she bears twins? What if her husband gets laid off? No one can predict the future, so planning ahead is important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Let&#39;s say that Greta does get pregnant. Since her savings are virtually nonexistent, she would skip regular check-ups to her ob/gyn. With the amount she&#39;s earning, she could actually afford to give birth in a private hospital where she would be given greater care of, but because her money isn&#39;t enough, she goes to a public hospital where staffs are insufficient. She gives birth, and thankfully, both she and her daughter are safe. Then expenses start adding up. Diapers, milk powder, baby soap... She eventually has to go back to work so she hires a nanny. She learns that the nanny talks in her cellphone all day and doesn&#39;t pay attention to her baby, so she sacks her. She asks her mom, who is living in the province, to take care of her baby. Since she doesn&#39;t have enough room for her mom in her small apartment, she has no choice but to let her baby stay with her mom who lives 8 hours away. One of her brothers fails most of his subjects. He has to repeat the same year, which means Greta has to pay for tuition fee for an extra school year. She requests a cash advance in her company. Then her mom calls her to tell her the baby&#39;s sick. She needs to send money for check-up and medicine. Her money isn&#39;t enough, so she asks hubby for money. Too bad hubby is already shouldering his father&#39;s hospital bills, so he doesn&#39;t have much left either. Unexpectedly, Greta&#39;s mom has a stroke. She pays for the hospital bills, but she can no longer afford therapy. Without proper treatment, her mom can no longer move half of her body. Greta couldn&#39;t quit her job, so one of her brothers stopped schooling to take care of their mom. Because of money issues, Greta and her husband argues a lot, which leads to their separation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t want to continue anymore, because honestly, I don&#39;t know how to end their story. Their financial lives are so messed up. They could have prevented a lot of problems if only they have saved money. So what should Greta have done? Simple - she shouldn&#39;t be the only one paying for her brothers&#39;&amp;nbsp;tuition fees and rent. Perhaps she&#39;s the eldest, so she thinks that she&#39;s responsible for her brothers. But how could she pay for everything on her own? It&#39;s either she shouldn&#39;t marry early and continue being the provider of her family or take pregnancy pills while saving money for her future. She can also ask her brothers to work part-time to ease her burden. My rule is, I won&#39;t throw away my money easily without saving for myself. I will save so I&#39;ll have enough money to cover my basic needs, and when emergencies happen, I will have enough money to help the family member who is in need. The blind cannot lead another blind. The same thing applies to money. You cannot lend your money to others if you&#39;re already buried in debts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Helping family members financially is a common practice among Filipino families. Usually, the eldest or the sibling who earns most is expected to support the entire family. Financial support may continue even through adulthood or even after the younger/poorer siblings have their own families. Sometimes, people who get support take it for granted. They don&#39;t have jobs. They keep on asking for money. They play around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I heard a sad story of an OFW (Overseas Filipino Worker) on TV. She went overseas for greener pasture. She found a blue-collar job and entrusted her money to her brother-in-law in the Philippines. Due to the bad economy, the company tried to cut costs by sacking a lot of its employees, including this Filipino woman. She couldn&#39;t find another job, so she called home to ask for some money. To her surprise, she learned that her brother-in-law had run away. He had been using all her hard-earned money in gambling, alcohol, and women. Nothing was left from the money she had been sending through the years. Without money and a job, she could not go back to the Philippines. She rented a small room with several other Filipinos who had also been laid off like her. When asked what she wanted to tell the viewers, she said, &quot;I learned that you should help yourself first before helping others.&amp;nbsp;I learned it the hard way.&amp;nbsp;All my sweat and blood are for nothing. I haven&#39;t saved a cent for my own kid. My life could have been different if only I have saved.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I hear a lot of females complain about having huge tummies. I would tell them, &quot;I don&#39;t think it&#39;s that big.&quot; or &quot;It doesn&#39;t look as big as you say.&quot; It&#39;s true. Unless the person is really chubby, girls who complain about their tummies don&#39;t really have big ones. Their figure still looks proportional to me. And a great figure is all about proportions.&amp;nbsp;Girls would tell me, &quot;You&#39;re so lucky you&#39;re thin!&quot; While I don&#39;t deny that, I think there are disadvantages to being thin. Aside from being weak and easily pushed around by people in crowded places, thin people like myself grow disproportionately large tummies whenever we gain a bit of weight or when we&#39;re full. Sure, I can wear tight-fitting shirts without those &quot;ugly&quot; flabs that heavier girls complain about, but after having my lunch, my tummy would bulge out. It&#39;s a rather unpleasant sight. I look like 3 months pregnant! It makes me extremely conscious and I would cover my tummy with whatever I could find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My sister suffers more than I do. In my older posts, I&#39;ve mentioned that she&#39;s a bit meatier than I am. Her weight looks more normal, but her tummy size isn&#39;t. Even ordinary T-shirts make her tummy look big. While my tummy is big only when I&#39;m full, hers is kind of permanent. And she says she&#39;s too &quot;busy&quot; to do some abs exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As I look around the web, I became interested with these short loose-fitting T-shirts that women usually wear over tank top. They are known as boxy shirts or boxy tees or cropped tops. They come in many forms. They can be huge cropped T-shirts, shirts with cuts on the shoulders, boxy tanks, off-shoulder boxy tops, or shirts with mesh panels that lets you see the clothes (or skin) underneath. Why am I so intrigued with these? Because I think these are the answer to my sister&#39;s huge tummy problem! Cropped tops make the wearer appear slimmer around the waist. Some bloggers abhor these cropped shirts. They say these fashion items don&#39;t flatter our figure at all. Well, it may be true, but it depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;While I may not be a fashion expert,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;here are my observations:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shorter boxy tees look better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The purpose of of these clothes is to give you an illusion of having smaller waist. The hemline have to be in the midsection of your torso in order to achieve the smaller waist effect. But, do try out different boxy shirts to know the ideal length for&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wearing boxy shirt with a concave hemline can make your tummy look bigger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; widows: 2;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t understand why it exists. The concave hemline emphasizes the roundness of your belly. It exposes exactly the part of your body that you&#39;ve been trying to hide - your &quot;big&quot; tummy. I don&#39;t like how it looks even on skinny models.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.428571em;&quot;&gt;Say hello to the most expensive dog in the world as of this date: the great and cuddly Tibetan Mastiff!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.428571em;&quot;&gt;As much as I&#39;d like to hug a Tibetan Mastiff if I happen to come across one, I&#39;d rather just admire it from afar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.428571em;&quot;&gt;Despite the breed&#39;s gentle appearance, with its thick fur and bear-like features, it is said to be fierce to people (and perhaps to animals too) that are stranger to it. Granted, it acts as a sweet cuddly bear to its owners and is even gentle with children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In my country, I&#39;m yet to see someone who owns this breed. In Hong Kong, the demand for Tibetan Mastiffs is growing. Perhaps owning this breed is like owning a Louis Vuitton. It&#39;s expensive and gorgeous. The problem is, not all homes are suitable environments for these dogs. An average home in Hong Kong is about 427 square meters. It&#39;s too small for a dog that can reach a height averaging between 25 to 28 inches. I&#39;m not sure if these dogs are available legally in Hong Kong. I heard in the news that a lot of these &lt;a href=&quot;http://edition.cnn.com/2013/04/26/world/asia/hong-kong-dogs/index.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;dogs are smuggled from China&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When I went to Taiwan a few years ago, I remember our tour guides recommending us to try their milk tea. They said that milk tea, especially pearl milk tea, is the best drink in Taiwan. I didn&#39;t try it though. I wasn&#39;t much of a foodie. So I went home kind of regretting not trying it and wondering how it tastes like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Nowadays, it&#39;s the milk tea generation. Plenty of milk tea stores such as Happy Lemon and Serenitea are mushrooming in Manila. Before, you can talk to a friend over a cup of coffee. Now, you can also do the same thing with milk tea. I have plenty of friends who would post pictures of their milk tea on Facebook. I wondered what was so special about milk tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It was not long before I had my first taste of milk tea from Happy Lemon. I forgot what I ordered. It wasn&#39;t so special to me. My sister liked it though. In one of her date nights, she bought a box of Lipton Milk Tea for me. A box of 5 sachets costs around P39. We tried it the next day, and I immediately fell in love with it! It&#39;s sweet and has just the right combination of milk and tea. I became addicted to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One time, my mom and I went to a supermarket when we ran out of milk tea. Unfortunately, Lipton Milk Tea was out of stock. I didn&#39;t want to waste our commute fare by leaving empty-handed, so I chose another brand, Mr. Brown. I&#39;ve never tried any Mr. Brown products, but I always see it in commercials. So I chose it over the many other milk tea brands on the shelves that are unfamiliar to me. Yeah, advertisements definitely work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I like Mr. Brown&#39;s packaging. It is more classy. It contains twenty 3-in-1 sachets. I love the taste. It&#39;s creamy, though my sister complained its being a bit bitter. The tea is more distinct than in the Lipton brand. Mr. Brown milk tea costs around P145.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Since my sister doesn&#39;t like Mr. Brown so much, and both of us love Lipton, we would only buy the latter when we go to groceries. It&#39;s fine with me. It&#39;s much cheaper anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a warm cup of milk tea this afternoon. Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Do you like milk tea? What is your favorite brand or store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;During our trips to Hong Kong, we would drink tea instead of water or juice during our meals. Most of the time, teas were served for free in Hong Kong restaurants. As a child, I hated its taste. Despite that, I couldn&#39;t deny that a warm, aromatic cup of tea is very soothing to my body, especially during the cold weather in Hong Kong. Though I&#39;ve never become a fan, I learned to appreciate tea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My sister is a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.squidoo.com/types-of-tea2&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;die-hard fan of teas&lt;/a&gt;. She especially likes green tea and she prefers to drink it in its purest form - right from the tea leaves. Sadly, it&#39;s quite hard to find green tea leaves in Manila. We always find green tea in the form of tea bags or powder sold in the local market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Since we would be visiting Hong Kong, we decided to buy teas there. I looked up the internet and found a well-known tea store called &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mingcha.com.hk/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Mingcha&lt;/a&gt;. Luckily, there&#39;s a branch in Causeway Bay, the area where we were staying. On New Year&#39;s Eve, we went out looking for the store. Some roads were already blocked in preparation for the New Year&#39;s countdown. I think December 31 isn&#39;t a public holiday in Hong Kong, but I guess most stores had closed early to join the festivity. We gave up looking and went back to our hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My sister was very happy when we came across a tea store in Hong Kong airport before our departure. The items were expensive, but she was desperate to bring home some teas. We bought two cans of green tea leaves and a &quot;ball&quot; of jasmine tea leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;a can of green tea leaves&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I was amused by the jasmine tea. As shown in the picture, the leaves are in ball form. You will smell the aroma as soon as you open the container. So how do you drink it? Get a tea pot,&amp;nbsp;preferably&amp;nbsp;a transparent one. Put a piece of that round object inside and pour some hot water. Sit back and relax as the fun begins. Watch how the ball &quot;transforms&quot; into a flower! It&#39;s like magic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;tea leaves in full bloom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;top view of jasmine tea flower&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/403276150641238578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2013/04/buying-tea-in-hong-kong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764759028619151437/posts/default/403276150641238578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764759028619151437/posts/default/403276150641238578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2013/04/buying-tea-in-hong-kong.html' title='Buying Tea in Hong Kong'/><author><name>Rainy Kua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09134087235855495979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBCR9yU5ghhtpum5jWYStSD0CIKU6slWquIerrI2229ZoQ1aFG36fadmrn3az-qGMYufxvPlkjka5f6Bc7FKPm2vAfLrqAV-5dyPk2xJMU7g95d3sNC1m9sPXUd50d8w/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimH139My9t6NF3I1bCmzhPpOd0J42-tR5K3JRBBZ1d-HRaTIUKbbv8g5c-zEQjlRE2p4V8bMjlisWsFZ7vGKmwq4PeSeWICdp0xAsEYys5TE_p-M2cwpjpLlZ8Eceb0nNd4E26O2aTx7Y/s72-c/IMG_0127.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764759028619151437.post-2392461988903088560</id><published>2013-03-24T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-04-29T11:50:59.076+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghost"/><title type='text'>Hotel Ghost Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I want to share a &lt;a href=&quot;http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2011/04/ghost-in-hotel-room.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;hotel ghost story&lt;/a&gt; I heard on TV. This is a true story and had been all over the news in Taiwan years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A working student from Taipei was sent to another city by his company. He was given money for lodging. Thinking that it was a waste to rent a nice hotel room, he chose to stay in a cheap hostel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He went to the hostel. There was no one except for a man behind the counter. He didn&#39;t see any housekeeper or any guest. Heck, he was probably the only guest in the hostel. After check-in, he went to his room. It smelled really bad. There were mice and cockroaches. He thought to himself, &lt;i&gt;you get what you paid for&lt;/i&gt;. The room was dead cheap. What could you expect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He went to sleep and dreamed of a woman mouthing words that he couldn&#39;t understand. He couldn&#39;t see her face. He tried to ask her what she was saying to no avail. Then, he woke up. He didn&#39;t think much about the dream and got to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;On the second night, he had the same dream. Only this time, he could see a bit more of the woman&#39;s face. He still couldn&#39;t understand what she was trying to say. Again, he woke up, ignored the dream, and went to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He had the same dream again on the third night. This time, he could &lt;i&gt;clearly&lt;/i&gt; see the woman&#39;s face. Her eyes, her nostrils, her ears, and her mouth were bleeding. She was asking for help. The man was so shocked that he woke up and fell from the bed. Right under his bed, he saw the woman in his dreams staring back at him. Dead. Her hands were tied behind her back. She had been dead for many days. He ran to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;hotel staff who in turn called the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The student went back to Taipei. Back home, he dreamed of the woman again. She was no longer bleeding and asking for help. She thanked the man and left. That was the last time he dreamed of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/jepoirrier/2046188221/&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot; title=&quot;The scam truck by jepoirrier, on Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;The scam truck&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2037/2046188221_dbd7640faf.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Anyone can experience a Paypal fraud or PayPal scam. Some days ago, I just received a fake PayPal email.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have the habit of looking through my mail account&#39;s Spam folder before hitting the trash can button. I would browse through the mails to check if an important message has been trapped in the spam filter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I came across an email from PayPal. It says that I have successfully sent a payment of $149.49 USD to a certain Dave Klein. The problem is, I haven&#39;t made such purchase at all. Like in the official emails of PayPal, this one has the company logo and a link to &quot;PayPal&#39;s website&quot; for me to see the transaction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Instead of clicking the link, I googled Dave Klein. There are many Dave Klein&#39;s but there is no such seller on Amazon with that name. I also noticed that aside from myself, there are several recipients of this suspicious email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I immediately researched about what I have to do when I received a PayPal fraud or scam letter. PayPal has an email address specifically for this purpose. Just forward the seemingly fake email to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;spoof@paypal.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and immediately delete it from your inbox. Read more about reporting PayPal fraud/scam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.paypal.com/us/cgi-bin/?cmd=xpt/Help/general/TopQuestion4-outside&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Today, I received a letter from the real PayPal. It says that the suspicious email that I received days ago is indeed a fraud. I&#39;m glad that I didn&#39;t click the link or did anything that would reveal my password to the thieves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If you received a letter from PayPal about any transaction that you&#39;re sure you haven&#39;t made, send a report to PayPal &lt;b&gt;immediately&lt;/b&gt;. Panicking and clicking the link in the email could compromise your account. Protect yourself or others from these thieves. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Report them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I was watching a Chinese dating game show (我們約會吧/Let&#39;s Date!). I don&#39;t know all the rules of the matchmaking process. I just know that each guy gets to pick a woman out of the many female participants on the show. The woman he picks can either accept or refuse to date him. If the woman agrees to date the guy, they will leave the stage together. Otherwise, the guy will leave alone and the girl will stay on stage. The next guy will appear again and the whole process repeats.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I keep seeing the same girls every time I watch the show. I&#39;m not sure, but I think it has the same female participants for every season.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Before a bachelor appears onstage, the emcee would ask him which girls he doesn&#39;t want to date. Without seeing the girls, he would then enumerate the things he doesn&#39;t like, such as very tall girls or girls wearing super short skirts. Those girls with those qualities would not be participating in that segment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In one episode, this certain Mr. Bachelor enters the stage. After he eliminates girls that he doesn&#39;t like based on his enumeration, the remaining girls go to the stage. Each woman goes behind a podium. This bachelor has studied in the States and has a very successful career. He isn&#39;t very handsome, but most of the women on the show like him as indicated by the color of the light that appears on each of their podium. The emcee gives him a short interview where he talks about his career. He reveals that his job requires him to move to different countries every 18 months. He shares that one of his married officemates has children with different nationalities. That would be tough for his partner-to-be. No wonder that guy doesn&#39;t have a girlfriend. Most girls onstage get turned off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When the interview ends, the women are asked to press a button to indicate whether or not they would still agree to date him. The girls who choose &quot;yes&quot; become fewer. Then, from the remaining girls, the guy picks the one he likes best. The chosen girl is asked to stand on one side. Then another girl, whom the guy has picked in the very beginning of the show (right when he enters the stage and sees all the girls), would be revealed. Unfortunately, that girl is not among the participants who chose &quot;yes&quot;. She is asked to stand on the other side of the guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The guy is given a few seconds to choose between the two women. Will he choose the woman who likes him? Or the woman whom he likes in the beginning? After some commercial, I was sitting on the edge of my seat. Who is he going to pick? He picks the latter. A short video about the girl is played on the monitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The girl is 29 years old. A pretty &lt;a href=&quot;http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-pressure-of-being-single-chinese.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;leftover woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She bakes unsweetened biscuits for her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;diabetic mom. She has been in a serious relationship with a guy. Sadly, the boyfriend died in an accident four years ago. The girl becomes depressed, but somehow, she has come out from the dark tunnel. She takes care of the elderly parents of her dead boyfriend. She looks really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately, the girl refuses to go out with Mr. Bachelor. She tells him that she prefers a guy who would settle down in one place. The guy wishes her the best and leaves the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Whew. The girl refusing him, that is a pretty brave thing to do. I don&#39;t mean to offend, but most participants look really desperate. I can&#39;t really blame them though because these women face stigma associated with being single. But this woman made decision based on what she really wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I agree with her and respect her for not being swayed by his good qualifications. In the end, it is she who will live her life. It&#39;s important to look at things objectively rather than think about what others will think. Like what the bachelor said, I, too, wish her the very best in life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/4653557631741393165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2013/03/lets-date-dating-game-show.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764759028619151437/posts/default/4653557631741393165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764759028619151437/posts/default/4653557631741393165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2013/03/lets-date-dating-game-show.html' title='Let&#39;s Date: A Dating Game Show'/><author><name>Rainy Kua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09134087235855495979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBCR9yU5ghhtpum5jWYStSD0CIKU6slWquIerrI2229ZoQ1aFG36fadmrn3az-qGMYufxvPlkjka5f6Bc7FKPm2vAfLrqAV-5dyPk2xJMU7g95d3sNC1m9sPXUd50d8w/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n598/zipurmouth/matchmaking/th_dreamstimefree_1684580_zpsda572cc7.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764759028619151437.post-3078962041813571503</id><published>2013-03-18T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-04-29T11:54:16.721+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beauty"/><title type='text'>I&#39;m My Sister&#39;s Guinea Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My sister is currently watching &lt;a href=&quot;http://asiandramaandmoviereviews.blogspot.com/2013/03/city-hunter-review.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;City Hunter&lt;/a&gt; after I recommended the K drama to her. She would always comment about Lee Min Ho&#39;s beautiful glowing skin. He is the male lead of City Hunter by the way. My sister is very particular about her skin so she admires people with great-looking skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Both of us had moderate acne during our teens. My acne was worse than hers, and because of that, I had issues with my self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;After years of suffering from acne, we finally went to a dermatologist. My sister went first. Every visit, the dermatologist would prick her pimples with his special tools. She went to him twice a week. She would also buy all the skin care products from him, which were packaged in&amp;nbsp;unlabeled&amp;nbsp;containers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;After several visits and weeks of diligently applying products on her face, my twin&#39;s skin greatly improved. Seeing the good results, I went to see the same dermatologist. He prescribed the same skin care products. My sister stopped going to the doctor and I stopped too after having my pimples pricked once. We thought using the products would be enough. My skin didn&#39;t improve much, and my sister would sometimes have breakouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The skin care products were expensive. Once, we dropped the ointment on the floor. The base of the container fell off. We discovered that the base that fell off was actually a covering of another base. The inner base was concave, which means that the content was actually less that it appeared. The doctor deceived us and led us to believe that we were paying for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;After our discovery, we stopped buying skin care products from our dermatologist. Though I know that I would get flawless skin if I visit him regularly, I did not go back to his clinic anymore. My sister decided to make her own experiment. She researched and tried many different products on us. It was a long process. Sometimes, the products would give different results on our skin. That was odd, because we&#39;re twins. I was expecting that our skin would react similarly to products. Anyway, it was hard to figure out which products were causing breakouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My sister didn&#39;t give up. She reads about skin care almost every day. She would even read scientific papers she found online. When we talk, she would always give me updates about her latest research. She would also document her research on &lt;a href=&quot;http://seriousskincareblog.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;her beauty blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My skin is still far from perfect. But it is improving. I have always complained about being darker-skinned than my sister. To the Chinese, fair-skinned ladies are perceived as more attractive than dark-skinned ones. Of course this is not true. A lot of dark-skinned women are beautiful. That said, I don&#39;t want to be dark-skinned. It just doesn&#39;t suit my face. So I was happy when my skin started to become fairer. I&#39;m really impressed with my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My parents aren&#39;t that impressed though. They prefer the easy way, which is going to the dermatologist. They would jokingly tell me that I&#39;m just a guinea pig in my sister&#39;s experiments LOL. I would defend my sister and tell them my sister loves me and would never do anything to harm me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I know that dermatologists are far more knowledgable than my sister. It took them years of studying before they attained their title. Granted, my sister cares for me more than any dermatologist would. My experience with my dermatoglist isn&#39;t very pleasant. So I will stick to being a guinea pig and see what happens. I wonder if I will eventually have a skin half as good as Lee Min Ho&#39;s? It&#39;s a shame that I have to compare my skin with a guy&#39;s skin.:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I just read an article on BBC about China&#39;s &quot;leftover women&quot;. Nine out of 10 guys think that women over 27 is too old to become a potential wife. These women are labled as leftovers or &lt;i&gt;sheng nu&lt;/i&gt;. Chinese women are offended by the term &lt;i&gt;sheng nu&lt;/i&gt;, though it&#39;s still wildly used.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-21320560&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-21320560&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #c1ff20;&quot;&gt;Read the full article about China&#39;s &quot;leftover women&quot; on BBC.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In other countries, men aren&#39;t that obsessed with age as much as Chinese men do. What the Chinese consider as old is quite young to other nationalities. I guess their high regard for age can be rooted from their culture.&lt;/div&gt;
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Chinese gives importance to bearing offsprings (especially male offsprings). It is the children&#39;s duty to light the incense of their ancestors. If they have no offprings, no one will do these stuff and the ancestors&#39; souls will get lost. So yes, it&#39;s quite scary to be childless for Chinese couples.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chinese marry not just for love but also to fulfuill their duty for their ancestors. A woman&#39;s fertility is very important. As the woman grows older, her egg cells deteriorate. Though older women can still bear children, they have less chances of getting pregnant compared to their younger counterparts. That&#39;s why Chinese women become less desirable as they age.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m about to reach this age where I&#39;ll be called a &lt;i&gt;sheng nu&lt;/i&gt; if I lived in China. I&#39;m lucky that it&#39;s quite different in Manila, but the pressure is still there. The ideal age to get married here is right after (or a few years after) college graduation. That is between 21 to 25. Filipino-Chinese, however, marry a bit later than Filipinos. Getting married around 30 is considered quite normal in my ethnicity.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://seriouschineseliving.blogspot.com/2012/11/different-types-of-chinese-in.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;http://seriouschineseliving.blogspot.com/2012/11/different-types-of-chinese-in.html&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #c1ff20;&quot;&gt;What does &quot;Filipino-Chinese&quot; mean? Learn about the different types of Chinese in the Philippines.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I would still hear a lot of Filipino-Chinese girls, even in their early 20&#39;s, worry about being single. They would actively search for potential partners by attending events for Filipino-Chinese community and joining study tours. Some would even resort to matchmaking. They do this because of the rule that most Chinese families still practice today: &lt;b&gt;marry only your own kind&lt;/b&gt;. They can only marry Filipino-Chinese, not Chinese from Mainland China, and not Filipinos. As if it&#39;s not hard enough to find a spouse within the small Chinese community in the Philippines, pure-blooded Chinese are even discouraged from marrying half-blooded Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that there are some ethnic groups that practice much stricter rules than we do. In one ethnic group in Nepal, they can only marry the person chosen by their parents. They totally lack the freedom to love. I don&#39;t want to be forced to marry someone I don&#39;t love. If that&#39;s the case, I&#39;d rather not marry. So I still consider myself lucky even if I&#39;m single.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.squidoo.com/a-match-made-in-heaven-an-introduction-to-chinese-matchmaking&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;http://www.squidoo.com/a-match-made-in-heaven-an-introduction-to-chinese-matchmaking&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #c1ff20;&quot;&gt;You can read my Squidoo lens about Matchmaking. It&#39;s really interesting.;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t know what God&#39;s plans are for me. I just try to be happy with my life, and I&#39;ll gladly accept whatever blessing He&#39;ll give me. Who says &lt;i&gt;sheng nu&lt;/i&gt; can&#39;t live a happy and fulfilling life?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Hello everyone! I haven&#39;t been here for a while and I missed being cheerfulnuts.:) Since I got back from Christmas vacation, I&#39;ve been feeling blue. Probably because of the sudden change of the atmosphere. December had been a really great month and I was kind of in denial that it was over. I thought my sadness would quickly go away, but it lingered on for the entire month. Sometimes, I would get so blue that I would burst into tears (of course I&#39;d do this when no one is around).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It was really weird. I couldn&#39;t explain why I was feeling so depressed. All of a sudden, I just felt that I was lost, like I didn&#39;t know why I was alive. I stayed away from people, woke up very late every morning, slept very late every night, and didn&#39;t write anything for Squidoo or my blogs. I felt like I have no ability to control my life. I felt so weak, so helpless, and so useless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I tried to cheer myself up. I watched a Taiwanese idol drama for an entire week. It did help me feel better, but after I finished the series, reality started to sink in. It made me realize that perhaps some people who watch TV all day hate their lives and want to live in another world. I felt just like that. I didn&#39;t want to live my real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I didn&#39;t want to think about my real life. I have too many worries. I worry about the health of my parents who grow older each day. I worry about money. I worry about being alone. I worry about a lot of things that I have no control over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In the last few days of January, my mood somehow lifted. I started functioning again and posted my very first &lt;a href=&quot;http://asiandramaandmoviereviews.blogspot.com/2013/01/hi-my-%20%20sweetheart-review.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;drama review&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on my Asian Drama blog. I started rereading my old entries and it reminded me how much I had enjoyed writing them. I could see my passion in my works. I don&#39;t know if I&#39;ll earn from that blog, but I&#39;ll keep adding contents to it because that is what I love doing. I have been sad and lost last month. but I&#39;m glad to have found myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I still have my worries, but I want to focus my energy on things that make me feel happy and useful. For a change, I will make this year extra special. A lot of things are stopping me from going out of my shell and exploring the world, but I will do my best to learn things and grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Every time I receive an invitation to wedding parties or birthday parties, I get excited. Going to parties gives me a reason to doll up myself and look pretty. Plus, I get to eat delicious foods for free! Well, not exactly free, because I have to buy a gift for the host. Anyway, as the day approaches, I would start worrying about my outfit, but I would always brush my worries off and tell myself that I still got plenty of time to prepare. When the big day finally arrives, I would sit in front of the closet and stare into nothingness. Then the fact that I have nothing to wear would sink in.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is exactly what happened to me weeks ago. We were invited to a neighbor&#39;s wedding party. My entire family has already dressed up except for me. Cold sweat started to drip down my forehead. I rummaged through my closet and tried on different sets of outfits, only to get a thumbs down from my sister. I kept telling my mom and my sister that I don&#39;t like to become a laughing stock at the party. My sister suggested me to wear the casual-looking grey dress that I have. Having not much choice, I agreed and wore it. I stepped in front of the mirror and was shocked to see my skeletal figure. I thought that I was meatier than the person staring back at me in the mirror. Where is that great figure that I thought I have? I guess that I was just imagining it after all. I&#39;m not exaggerating when I tell you that I was almost in tears. I asked my sister, &quot;How come I&#39;m so thin? I looked like a walking stick!&quot; I could see that my sister was holding back her laughter. I looked pretty, my mom reassured me. But I didn&#39;t believe her because all moms think their children are pretty. My sister put a scarf on me to make me appear a few pounds heavier. We were almost late, so I gave up and left home feeling down. I wore a floral scarf around my neck. Now, I looked like a stick with a garland around it.&lt;br /&gt;
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To make a long story short, I went home in a cheery mood. The food was so-so, but the band was great! Other guests were from middle-class families so I didn&#39;t feel so out of place. Despite the bad start of the day, I had fun at the party.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next month, my family will attend another wedding party. Like before, I have no idea what to wear. I have a strong feeling that the same thing will happen again.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Many stories claimed that dolphins had saved or helped humans in some ways. There were stories about these highly intelligent creatures helping fishermen catch fish or protecting shipwreck survivors from sharks until rescue arrived. Pelorus Jack was one of these amazing dolphins. From 1888 to 1912, he would guide travellers to safety by swimming alongside their ship as it was passing through a dangerous channel to Cook Strait. On Octocber 30, 2004 in Whangarei, New Zealand, a group of lifeguards had been swimming when a pod of dolphins swam towards them. &amp;nbsp;The dolphins started circling them, which startled the four swimmers. When one of the lifeguards, Rob Howes, swam out of the circle formed by the dolphins, he saw a great white shark two meters away. It was then that he realized that the pod had been protecting them. The rescue team found them later on and brought them to safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In July, 2012, a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UR680gr7PkM&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of an adult Chinese white dolphin carrying a dead baby dolphin has gone viral in the internet and was all over the news. This tear-jerking moment was witnessed by a group of people (probably tourists) at Qinzhou Sanniang Bay, a dolphin watching spot in Guangxi, China. The adult dolphin would swim under the dead baby and carry it on its back. The dead dolphin, which had a long wound on its belly, had slipped off several times from the mother’s back. The mother didn’t give up and would swim back to the sinking dolphin and replace it on its back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have never interacted with dolphins and have only observed them from afar in theme parks and zoos. I don’t dislike dolphins, but they aren’t my favourite animals either. That said, these stories have really touched my heart. It made me realize that even wild animals such as dolphins can sometimes think, act, and feel like humans do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I’m a frequent shopper at Saizen, the authorized retailer of
Daiso Sangyo Corp. in the Philippines. The store offers a wide collection of high-quality
items. The items range from school/office supplies, accessories, toys, to
kitchen utensils, snacks, and cleaning products. If you’re not familiar with
Daiso, it’s a franchise of 100-yen stores in Japan. As the name implies, Daiso
sells everything for 100 yen, which is around 50 pesos (or approximately $1).
However, in the Philippines, Daiso products cost a little bit higher than in
Japan – 85 pesos (around $2). It’s still very affordable though. Most products
are imported from China. A few others are from Korea, Taiwan, and Thailand.
That said, you can still find items that are made in Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In my visit to the mall today, I dropped by at Saizen to buy
some items for home. Despite the very low price, my bill had reached $20. The price
does add up if you bought several items. After the cashier told me the total price
and I got guilty (again) for buying too much, she told me I could get 2 items
for FREE! I found out that Saizen is having a weekend promo for the month of
July. Buy 5 items and you’ll get 1 item of &lt;i&gt;your
&lt;/i&gt;choice for free (I’ve bought 10 items). My guilt started to evaporate and I
was glad to have shopped there at the right time. I just hope that I will really
make use of the new things I’ve bought (and not end up hidden in the closet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3033345394005035995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2012/07/saizen-july-weekend-promo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764759028619151437/posts/default/3033345394005035995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764759028619151437/posts/default/3033345394005035995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2012/07/saizen-july-weekend-promo.html' title='Saizen July Weekend Promo'/><author><name>Rainy Kua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09134087235855495979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBCR9yU5ghhtpum5jWYStSD0CIKU6slWquIerrI2229ZoQ1aFG36fadmrn3az-qGMYufxvPlkjka5f6Bc7FKPm2vAfLrqAV-5dyPk2xJMU7g95d3sNC1m9sPXUd50d8w/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764759028619151437.post-8227229115355907901</id><published>2012-07-04T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-07-08T19:51:31.738+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="it&#39;s not right"/><title type='text'>It’s Not Right: Speaking Foreign Language to Undereducated Compatriots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/arkangel/1580593248/&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; title=&quot;We don&#39;t speak, we don&#39;t laught by Arkangel, on Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;We don&#39;t speak, we don&#39;t laught&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2229/1580593248_1d5c047f3d_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;a cool sign I&#39;ve stumbled upon on Flickr.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;While waiting for my order to arrive in a middle-class
restaurant, I overheard a woman speaking to a waiter in English. I could sense the
uneasiness from the waiter who clearly wasn’t knowledgeable in the language. She
would raise her voice a bit, asking him if he understood her. The waiter just
nodded meekly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In the Philippines, people who speak English appear to be
educated, rich, or high-class. In some families, parents speak English with
their kids to help them master the language. In schools, English is the medium
of instruction. Some Filipinos are used to speaking English either because of
their heritage (e.g. half-American) or their environment. Unfortunately, a high
percentage of Filipinos only understand basic English, and not all of them are
fluent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I could not understand why this woman had to speak English to the waiter when she was actually speaking Filipino with her family members
who were with her. It was not only unnecessary, but also inconsiderate and
condescending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;At work, our blue-collar workers would always complain about a certain
manager of a company that we had business transactions with. She would always
speak English to them. Most of our men haven’t graduated from high school.
Ironically, the manager speaks Filipino with her bosses, her colleagues, and the
rest of the people who are more educated than our workers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I am very blessed to have graduated from college and to know
the English language. I will try to be considerate with people who can only
speak Filipino fluently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001IXXYBA/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001IXXYBA&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=cheerfulnuts-20&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/91o1-dYIUYL._AA1500_.jpg&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0058Z3AFY/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0058Z3AFY&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=cheerfulnuts-20&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41ugP7-1siL.jpg&quot; width=&quot;142&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The first time I’ve seen the Hollywood movie Ghost was
several years ago. I was young then, and my first reaction about the movie was:
“Wow, I want to be this guy (Sam Wheat). I want to be a good guy and go to
heaven.” At that young age, I’ve lost a few good relatives. It feels good to
know that death isn’t really the end of everything and good things do happen to
good people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I’ve watched the Ghost a few times through the years when it
was aired on TV. It has always put a smile on my face. When I learned that a
remake has been released by the Japanese in 2010, I was ecstatic (I’m a fan of
Japanese movies and dramas)! The leads are Nanako Matsushima, a favourite actress
of mine since childhood, and Song Seung Heon, the protagonist in the famous
Korean drama Endless Love. You can read my review on &lt;a href=&quot;http://asiandramaandmoviereviews.blogspot.com/2012/07/ghost-in-your-arms-again-review.html&quot;&gt;Ghost: In Your Arms Again&lt;/a&gt;
on my Asian Dramas and Movies Review blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Note: The photos are from Amazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/68751915@N05/6355840185/&quot; title=&quot;Save Money by 401K 2012, on Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Save Money&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6095/6355840185_8e1c4d8f11_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When I was a kid, I didn’t have a chance to enjoy the
luxuries that most of my classmates had enjoyed. I went to a school with lots
of rich kids, and I never felt that I belonged there.&amp;nbsp; My family had financial problems, and our
earnings were hardly enough to cover the bills. As a result, I was deprived of
a lot of things during my childhood and adolescence years. Years passed and
things had tremendously improved. My family now earns more. We’re not rich, but
life has become much easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In my opinion, when a poor person becomes rich, two things
happen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He becomes ridiculously stingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;He becomes a BIG spender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thelittlegirlissavingmoney.blogspot.com/2012/06/how-to-have-willpower-to-save-money.html&quot;&gt;read full article on The Little Girl&#39;s How to Save Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3ASkinny_jeans_04.jpg&quot; title=&quot;By http://www.flickr.com/people/toothache_photography/ [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Skinny jeans 04&quot; src=&quot;//upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/2e/Skinny_jeans_04.jpg/512px-Skinny_jeans_04.jpg&quot; width=&quot;512&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
As a skinny petite girl, shopping for clothes has always
been very challenging for me. Trying on clothes has always been very
disappointing. I would come out of the store feeling helpless. Most women feel
very feminine doing this womanly activity; but not me. I feel like a little
girl trying too hard to be a woman. It is especially difficult for me to find a
pair of jeans that fits me snugly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
During one of my weekly visits to the mall, my sister coaxed
me to hunt for a new pair of jeans. She complained how boyish and/or childish I
looked with my existing jeans. FYI, my twin is a bit meatier than I am so it’s easier
for her to find clothes that fit. We found a pair of skinny jeans and I tried
it on. For the first time in my life, I found a pair of pants that actually fits.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Nowadays, you see women in skinny jeans almost everywhere. If
worn right, they can flatter a skinny person’s figure. I wear mine with tops
that are long enough to cover my backside. They look like leggings and can make
you appear more sophisticated and more mature. Despite their being
close-fitting pants, they are surprisingly comfortable to wear.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
My wardrobe is full of “normal” stuff – t-shirts and jeans. Even
if they look good on an average woman, they make me look far younger than my
age. I realize that I have to make an extra effort to appear more mature. Sure,
it’s a bit flattering to be mistaken as a college student. But being called a
kid rather than a woman with a babyface isn’t very pleasant to hear. It’s time
to grow up and to slowly rebuild my wardrobe. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Here are some of the brands that offer jeans for petite
women:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Mango – I have a couple of them in my wardrobe. They fit me
snugly around the waist but I still had to have them altered because they’re a
bit too long. Each pair costs only a little over a thousand pesos when on sale.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Topshop – They really have nice skinnies that fit me
perfectly! I love the feel of the jeans’ fabric on my legs. Plus, I don’t have
to alter the jeans’ length! It is quite expensive though. Mine costs over
Php3,000.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Giordano – My sister have one and it really looks good on
her.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Zara&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dorothy Perkins&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Levi’s&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Guess&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Blue Navy&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;People are People&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kamiseta&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;7 for All Mankind&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Human – very affordable but their jeans shrink over time&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/ilove9and23/6264446998/&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; title=&quot;Siomai by debbietingzon, on Flickr&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Siomai&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6050/6264446998_c6d1ac3621_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;these siomai look very appetizing&lt;br /&gt;Source: debbietingzon on Flickr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In my first job where I tutor children, I would rarely go
out for lunch. The kids kept on flocking in and I got too busy to leave my
table. I would bring a few pieces of huge siomai from home. They won’t make me
full, but they were easier to eat and I could eat them in my seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In the Philippines, we have this custom of saying “kain
tayo” (let’s eat) before eating in the presence of other people. It is a polite
way of “inviting” other people to eat with you. Most people would just nod or
give you back a smile without accepting you “offer”. So when I opened my tiny
lunchbox, I told my colleagues “kain tayo”. Knowing that my lunch was not
really enough for me, my male colleague declined. However, the female colleague
took a piece of my siomai. I think she’d never tasted siomai before because as
soon she finished her siomai, she asked me for another one. My male colleague
sarcastically told this teacher not to take my food anymore because it wasn’t
really enough for me. She replied with a “but I can’t really help it because it
was so delicious” and took another piece. I was too shy (and too shock) to pull
back my lunchbox from this middle-aged teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I went home having a painfully growling stomach. It was one
of the worst feelings I’ve experienced. But being shown no care by my own
colleague felt much worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When someone offers me food, I would check first if he has
more than enough for himself before taking one (or I would simply nod and give
him my sweetest smile).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;285&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssg_oERLKLVkieUdTnfWeOXaM5d3KHLa94SbFkfE_Og3CYPRsUybJ-VNFsQ97NlBy3sCbVCFgLTZhClaZGrq6RozPwfTJavF_Lerbgmo9S07ppG_tTLzDZK678V8DR6_6yv5e9ietWYE/s320/fat+cheerfulnuts.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;fat little girl and a lollipop&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssg_oERLKLVkieUdTnfWeOXaM5d3KHLa94SbFkfE_Og3CYPRsUybJ-VNFsQ97NlBy3sCbVCFgLTZhClaZGrq6RozPwfTJavF_Lerbgmo9S07ppG_tTLzDZK678V8DR6_6yv5e9ietWYE/s1600/fat+cheerfulnuts.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Studies have shown that watching TV tends to make you fat. Your
mouth would always itch for food whenever you’re in front of TV even if you’re
not really hungry. Just think of popcorn and movies. A bowlful of popcorn is a
must-have in every movie night. And for someone who isn’t really fond of food,
I’d also find myself bingeing while watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It’s always been a family habit to eat meals in front of TV.
Perhaps because our apartment is cramped that everything is accessible wherever
we stand or sit. My dad has been eating ice cream for dessert every night. In
each visit to the grocery, he would buy three boxes. I’m not really addicted to
sweets and I would always give up after a few bites. But ice cream has always
been my weakness. It never fails to give me comfort whether or not I’m in front
of TV. When a good movie is being aired on TV, my dad would ask for more food
to satisfy his itching mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;After probably a month of eating ice cream, I gained a bit
of weight. Being a little girl that I am, I should be happy with the additional
weight. But I got mixed emotions. My tummy seems to be the only body part that
has gained weight. The rest of my body is still pretty much the same. With my
small frame, I look like a lollipop, the candy being in the center of the
stick. My dad, on the other hand, has the widest waistline he’s ever had. From
28 inches to a whopping 32 inches. He looks like a pregnant man and we would pretend to
be excited to have our nonexistent baby brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;On a serious note, I am really worried about my dad’s
health. As a busy man, eating sweets at night is his way of relaxing and
recharging. I don’t feel unhealthy (probably because I’m still young), but I
can’t just ignore my gradually increasing belly. I took out our old dusty treadmill
hidden under the many boxes we have at home. With my sister’s help, we
rearranged our apartment a bit and put the treadmill somewhere accessible. I
made a goal to walk on it at least thrice a week for 15 minutes. Yes, walk, not
run, because the treadmill is inclined. It is good for the hips, the thighs and
the buttocks. It is a lot more beneficial if I don’t hold onto the handrail.
But it’s quite impossible to do that without shaking the treadmill, so I just
use one hand for grabbing the handrail while my other arm sways freely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In addition to walking uphill on the treadmill, I also do
squats and &lt;a href=&quot;http://exercise.about.com/od/abs/ss/abexercises.htm&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Bicycle Exercise&lt;/a&gt; every day to have shapelier buttocks, stronger thighs, and a firmer ab. I think
a flat ab, not necessarily a six-pack ab, makes a person look fit and
attractive. Of course I try to stay away from ice cream or other sweets as much
as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I’m not really an expert on exercising. I’m not sure if what
I’ve been doing is enough to be in good shape. But I think taking baby steps is
more feasible than jumping to all those complicated exercises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So far, my dedication to a few minutes of exercise has
proven its worth.&amp;nbsp; I haven’t got my ideal
shape yet, but my belly has stopped growing. I feel better and less lazy. I’m
looking forward to having a fit body. I just hope that the rest of my family
will follow suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;the little girl with her dad in a movie house&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My family went to a movie house one weekend. In the middle
of the movie, my dad got fidgety and kept on glancing at his back. Someone
sitting behind him was shaking his legs. Movie houses are a bit cramped, so
it’s easy to touch the chair in front with your feet. This man didn’t want to
keep his feet within his personal space and had them touching the back of my
dad’s chair while shaking. It felt like being kicked at the back. Despite my
dad’s giving him lingering nasty looks, the man still continued to move his
legs, ignoring my very annoyed dad. As revenge, my dad tried to sit taller. His
butt was literally raised from his chair so he could block as much view as
possible. The man stopped shaking to shift his position, but he would go back
to his leg shaking when my dad lowered his behind to his chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The next time I go to movie houses, I will keep my limbs
within my personal space. I will try not to bother other people who are trying
to enjoy a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/528313074270923677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2012/03/its-not-write-shaking-legs-inside-movie.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764759028619151437/posts/default/528313074270923677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764759028619151437/posts/default/528313074270923677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2012/03/its-not-write-shaking-legs-inside-movie.html' title='It’s Not Right: Shaking Legs inside a Movie House'/><author><name>Rainy Kua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09134087235855495979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBCR9yU5ghhtpum5jWYStSD0CIKU6slWquIerrI2229ZoQ1aFG36fadmrn3az-qGMYufxvPlkjka5f6Bc7FKPm2vAfLrqAV-5dyPk2xJMU7g95d3sNC1m9sPXUd50d8w/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1FPJCxWc_gLBQ_DLF7Whb-mxB_8jNn88zBkhSrtjvaTZAzfYPQkq-Ljdg7FXVWLrF4SPsjXgHF0GH0mOujovBo2QriG4oVU3PZQ0RrFWzEXRpT0zcLUWGs4AHyMZDhlmXiJk3amLWb00/s72-c/movie+house.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764759028619151437.post-7153501637866925069</id><published>2012-03-07T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T15:04:14.976+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i love"/><title type='text'>I Love Having a Nerdy Twin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;my nerdy twin patiently tutoring me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I will start writing about the things/people that I love. I
will use the tag &quot;I love&quot; for these entries. My first entry is, of
course, about my twin.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I Love Having a Nerdy
Twin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not a nerd. OK, maybe just a bit. My friends think so.
But I remember being a happy-go-lucky kid who didn&#39;t care about books and
studies. All I cared about were Barbie dolls and TV. I didn&#39;t see the point of
studying because I thought that I would automatically be intelligent when I
grow up. LOL, I was a silly kid back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My sister, on the other hand, has been studious all her
life. She loves to read and loves science - a subject that I hated the most.
She excelled in school and was admired by everyone because of her intelligence.
I remember one time, when we were in grade school, she won a contest, and all
our classmates surrounded her to admire her medal. I was happy for her, but I
admit I felt a bit of jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Years passed, and she would always get higher grades than I
did. People wouldn&#39;t stop comparing us. I felt l wasn&#39;t good at anything. It
was a huge blow to my self-esteem. Good thing is, we have always been very
close. I told her about my insecurities. She decided to tutor me. I got to ask
her questions that I would never have dared to ask others for fear of being
ridiculed. My twin was patient with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I realized the importance of hardwork. There may be people
with higher I.Q. But no one is born with knowledge. Knowledge is earned. My
sister&#39;s and my efforts had paid off. I started to get good grades in school, and
sometimes, even higher than my twin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now that we no longer go to school, my sister still
continues being nerdy. That&#39;s her passion. I went back to being my happy-go-lucky
self. And I still care about Barbie dolls and TV.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The following are her nerdy blogs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://seriousnuts.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Personal Blog of Seriousnuts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://seriousskincareblog.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Serious Skin Care Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://serioushealthandnutrition.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Lifestyle for a Healthy Body&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://computertipsandsecurity.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;All About Computers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://seriouschineseliving.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Everything Chinese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://seriouspsychology.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Let’s Talk about People&lt;/a&gt; (my favorite!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/feeds/7153501637866925069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-love-having-nerdy-twin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764759028619151437/posts/default/7153501637866925069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764759028619151437/posts/default/7153501637866925069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerfulnuts.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-love-having-nerdy-twin.html' title='I Love Having a Nerdy Twin'/><author><name>Rainy Kua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09134087235855495979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBCR9yU5ghhtpum5jWYStSD0CIKU6slWquIerrI2229ZoQ1aFG36fadmrn3az-qGMYufxvPlkjka5f6Bc7FKPm2vAfLrqAV-5dyPk2xJMU7g95d3sNC1m9sPXUd50d8w/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT6ZIyyK5dV5GhrTvRYoQ0sl64tjqIsPMisklixq88P75xiwkft22cP92cMwNeEJpo5ZR4Vaozw4i8RSRd0uR8UxBVkni-o1cNNKjzqf86DUaFkKAI0IbtCNvuKP5Do-UI1W8GY3OX7BY/s72-c/nerdy+twin.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>