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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMQn8zeCp7ImA9WhVTE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054592128062954603</id><updated>2012-02-26T23:43:03.180-05:00</updated><category term="Lebron basketball" /><category term="betty" /><category term="baby names" /><category term="oscars" /><category term="Golden Globes" /><category term="Hong Kong" /><category term="bachelor" /><title>The Chantastic Blog</title><subtitle type="html">A Chantastic guy living a Chantastic life</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Chantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216952199825724175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/nelSj" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/nelsj" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMQn8yeCp7ImA9WhVTE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054592128062954603.post-8359617935110815580</id><published>2012-02-26T20:18:00.064-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T23:43:03.190-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-26T23:43:03.190-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oscars" /><title>Oscars 2012: Live Running Diary</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8359617935110815580/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/oscars-2012-live-running-diary.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/8359617935110815580?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/8359617935110815580?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~3/zgY1EtpVv4g/oscars-2012-live-running-diary.html" title="Oscars 2012: Live Running Diary" /><author><name>Chantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216952199825724175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Live from the Chantastic couch, it's time for the Oscars.  I decided I needed a break from staring at my fantasy baseball projections all weekend, so what better way than to provide snarky commentary while watching the Oscars.  So finally, a live running blog that will appeal to more than just people with a love of trashy reality TV.

8:17: If you've never read one of these before, I update this 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4dr_q73lE5exHzO5JEB935YMs9s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4dr_q73lE5exHzO5JEB935YMs9s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~4/zgY1EtpVv4g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/oscars-2012-live-running-diary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUNQH8_eip7ImA9WhRaGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054592128062954603.post-4884989114534228232</id><published>2012-02-20T12:22:00.062-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T00:31:31.142-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-21T00:31:31.142-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bachelor" /><title>Bachelor Episode #8: Live Running Diary</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4884989114534228232/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/bachelor-episode-8-live-running-diary.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/4884989114534228232?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/4884989114534228232?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~3/iA1l_y32JZY/bachelor-episode-8-live-running-diary.html" title="Bachelor Episode #8: Live Running Diary" /><author><name>Chantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216952199825724175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I'm excited for hometown dates this week, which would be referred to as the "I'm asking for permission to marry your daughter after knowing her for all of two months, but just know there's a 50% chance I'm going to sleep with your daughter and dump her afterwards, a 25% chance that I dump your daughter this week, and a 25% chance that we'll be engaged for a year before we break up and your 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QNoT0Q6E2pO_UI7YTLj8OkpMJJU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QNoT0Q6E2pO_UI7YTLj8OkpMJJU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~4/iA1l_y32JZY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/bachelor-episode-8-live-running-diary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMNQ3g5cCp7ImA9WhRaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054592128062954603.post-8899848599541136507</id><published>2012-02-13T19:46:00.051-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:01:32.628-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T22:01:32.628-05:00</app:edited><title>Bachelor Episode #7: Live Running Diary</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8899848599541136507/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/bachelor-episode-7-live-running-diary.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/8899848599541136507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/8899848599541136507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~3/FFml_V03rig/bachelor-episode-7-live-running-diary.html" title="Bachelor Episode #7: Live Running Diary" /><author><name>Chantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216952199825724175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Live from the Chantastic couch, I'm ready for another week of craziness if my laptop can manage to hang on for another two hours.  My laptop screen has been randomly turning off the last few days, so if my posts disappear halfway through the show, blame it on my computer...or Courtney The Model (CTM) for inducing a seizure with her bouncing blurcles after going topless for the third show in a row
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZZc5FTdqpcCkwjoUAAz6CVEYCNw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZZc5FTdqpcCkwjoUAAz6CVEYCNw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~4/FFml_V03rig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/bachelor-episode-7-live-running-diary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUHR3g8eCp7ImA9WhRaEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054592128062954603.post-3990086124019299628</id><published>2012-02-12T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T14:50:36.670-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T14:50:36.670-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bachelor" /><title>The Chantastic shortcut</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3990086124019299628/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/chantastic-shortcut.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/3990086124019299628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/3990086124019299628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~3/xE2VGNLsFtI/chantastic-shortcut.html" title="The Chantastic shortcut" /><author><name>Chantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216952199825724175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I have sent yet another e-mail/text where I use the words "I can't do Monday night because that's Bachelor night".  At this point, I think it'd be easier if this phrase was a shortcut on my computer.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FtXPa7sTQpxi3zJJCB0dE-wXO20/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FtXPa7sTQpxi3zJJCB0dE-wXO20/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~4/xE2VGNLsFtI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/chantastic-shortcut.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUACQHs9eip7ImA9WhRbFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054592128062954603.post-7098254043988883969</id><published>2012-02-06T19:52:00.047-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T22:02:41.562-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T22:02:41.562-05:00</app:edited><title>Bachelor Episode #6: Live Running Diary</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7098254043988883969/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/bachelor-episode-6-live-running-diary.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/7098254043988883969?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/7098254043988883969?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~3/orEQOWEh-pM/bachelor-episode-6-live-running-diary.html" title="Bachelor Episode #6: Live Running Diary" /><author><name>Chantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216952199825724175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">And we're back for another week of watching women pine and cry over a guy they barely know.  As I was watching last week's river of tears being accompanied by fittingly sad music - seriously, the sound editing on The Bachelor is second to none - I started thinking about which song I know would provide the best 20 seconds of background sadness as bachelorettes cry about not receiving a rose.  It's
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zjgM33u4i-KGiIdblIYcXS1jB1A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zjgM33u4i-KGiIdblIYcXS1jB1A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~4/orEQOWEh-pM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/bachelor-episode-6-live-running-diary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICSXo5fCp7ImA9WhRUGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054592128062954603.post-2686612998921692723</id><published>2012-01-30T18:13:00.056-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:12:48.424-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T22:12:48.424-05:00</app:edited><title>Bachelor Episode #5: Live Running Diary</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2686612998921692723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/bachelor-episode-5-live-running-diary.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/2686612998921692723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/2686612998921692723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~3/FvgmpmFQCZg/bachelor-episode-5-live-running-diary.html" title="Bachelor Episode #5: Live Running Diary" /><author><name>Chantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216952199825724175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">We're back for another week of insanity, and who doesn't look forward to blurcles on TV?  I know I'm excited about seeing Courtney The Model (CTM) on the beach with Ben and the subsequent freak-out by Needy Kacie (NK) when she finds out.  So powered by the show that smart women people watch, let's get ready for women to do things they're going to regret as soon as they're off the show.

6:12: 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nYhQuCM983VzPIsVEXik4R9Hu5E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nYhQuCM983VzPIsVEXik4R9Hu5E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~4/FvgmpmFQCZg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/bachelor-episode-5-live-running-diary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08DQno5eSp7ImA9WhRUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054592128062954603.post-5548257405452897580</id><published>2012-01-23T19:07:00.042-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:37:53.421-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T20:37:53.421-05:00</app:edited><title>Bachelor Episode #4: Live Running Diary</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5548257405452897580/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/bachelor-episode-4-live-running-diary.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/5548257405452897580?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/5548257405452897580?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~3/7RccZ1HSOZo/bachelor-episode-4-live-running-diary.html" title="Bachelor Episode #4: Live Running Diary" /><author><name>Chantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216952199825724175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Welcome back to another week of half-crazed women doing fully crazed things.  I'd like to give a shout out to all the couples watching the show and reading the blog together - I received feedback from quite a few people last week who do this with their significant others to make it more entertaining.  I guess it makes sense that people need sarcastic commentary while watching the show since - 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Mig1xtagBekwcJ86AW4XjRgupuQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Mig1xtagBekwcJ86AW4XjRgupuQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~4/7RccZ1HSOZo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/bachelor-episode-4-live-running-diary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAGRnw5eyp7ImA9WhRUEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2054592128062954603.post-5914148475457629375</id><published>2012-01-22T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:42:07.223-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T13:42:07.223-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Golden Globes" /><title>I courageously wrote this blog post</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5914148475457629375/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thechantasticblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-courageously-wrote-this-blog-post.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/5914148475457629375?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2054592128062954603/posts/default/5914148475457629375?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/nelSj/~3/tizrGbaZiXI/i-courageously-wrote-this-blog-post.html" title="I courageously wrote this blog post" /><author><name>Chantastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216952199825724175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxJRdG4N4fA/TxxYBfqD9jI/AAAAAAAAAIs/a3Uc-cdVvzo/s72-c/jacko%2527s+courage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I was watching the Golden Globes last weekend - the only awards show I try to watch because booze is flowing and it's a lot more casual, plus we don't get stuck with awards that nobody really cares about like "Best Sound Editing" - and I noticed an emerging theme.

Actors and directors kept on thanking people for their 'bravery" and "courage".

Now, I totally respect what actors do, and I would 
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6:58: During my weekly e-mail exchange with G-Unit, he passed on a really good observation from his wife: Courtney The Model (CTM) might just be on drugs.  She acts crazy, says 
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A packed vacation schedule

Interestingly, Betty kept two schedules.  One on her iPod Touch, and this hard copy.  When asked why the hard copy was necessary, she said that it was for my not-so-technologically-advanced dad.
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6:50: I'm excited to have Chris Harrison back in my life.  I'm not so sure I'm as excited to have Winemaker Ben back in my life.  He wasn't exactly Mr. Charismatic when he was on The Bachelorette.

6:54: Just went 
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After picking up my Hong Kong passport (finally, all of my document craziness has been settled), we went for a quick wonton noodle lunch at a popular restaurant.  As
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Jumbo Floating Restaurant

Since these restaurants are literally on the water, they have a variety of seafood dishes.


Noodles in crab meat soup

Afterwards, we went to Stanley, a tourist attraction near a beach on the other side of Hong Kong Island.  At this point, I turned amateur photographer.  I'm 
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First, we were seated at
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It was being held at the Sha Tin Racecourse.  Back to the race track I go.

Breaking news: The people in the building beside mine are having a full scale argument with someone else. Their 
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We had visited a couple of weeks prior but were turned away because they would not accept my temporary Hong Kong ID card.  The 
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I visited Happy Valley for the first time last night, and it was a pretty spectacular view from where we sat.


The view to the 
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My first inkling that this was not going to be a regular trip was when we set foot on the ferry for the hour 
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I've spent an enormous amount of time on the Hong Kong public transit system, and there's two things I've noticed.  The first is how much more efficient everything is here.  The second is how I feel like a giant on every form of public 
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The first order of business for the day was taking care of more government applications (I'm finally done), followed by a fitting of a partially made suit from my measurements of Day 2 (the suit is being rushed because I have a wedding to go to on Christmas Eve).  After a quick lunch, I went home to take a 
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My overnight stay in China began with a two hour trek via the subway and railway station to the China border, followed by us navigating through immigration and customs.  Contrary to what most non-Asian North Americans believe, there is a difference between Hong Kong and China even though they both belong to the same country now.  Even The 
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My day started with applying for various ID cards, visas, 
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