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Would you attend her gig?

Orange Lunch Box — Thu, 30 Aug 2012 15:22:02 +0800

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How to Talk to Little Girls

Orange Lunch Box — Thu, 23 Aug 2012 10:40:57 +0800

I went to a dinner party at a friend's home last weekend, and met her five-year-old daughter for the first time.

Little Maya was all curly brown hair, doe-like dark eyes, and adorable in her shiny pink nightgown. I wanted to squeal, "Maya, you're so cute! Look at you! Turn around and model that pretty ruffled gown, you gorgeous thing!"

But I didn't. I squelched myself. As I always bite my tongue when I meet little girls, restraining myself from my first impulse, which is to tell them how darn cute/ pretty/ beautiful/ well-dressed/ well-manicured/ well-coiffed they are.

What's wrong with that? It's our culture's standard talking-to-little-girls icebreaker, isn't it? And why not give them a sincere compliment to boost their self-esteem? Because they are so darling I just want to burst when I meet them, honestly.

Hold that thought for just a moment.

This week ABC News reported that nearly half of all three- to six-year-old girls worry about being fat. In my book, Think: Straight Talk for Women to Stay Smart in a Dumbed-Down World, I reveal that 15 to 18 percent of girls under 12 now wear mascara, eyeliner and lipstick regularly; eating disorders are up and self-esteem is down; and 25 percent of young American women would rather win America's Next Top Model than the Nobel Peace Prize. Even bright, successful college women say they'd rather be hot than smart. A Miami mom just died from cosmetic surgery, leaving behind two teenagers. This keeps happening, and it breaks my heart.

Teaching girls that their appearance is the first thing you notice tells them that looks are more important than anything. It sets them up for dieting at age 5 and foundation at age 11 and boob jobs at 17 and Botox at 23. As our cultural imperative for girls to be hot 24/7 has become the new normal, American women have become increasingly unhappy. What's missing? A life of meaning, a life of ideas and reading books and being valued for our thoughts and accomplishments.

That's why I force myself to talk to little girls as follows.

"Maya," I said, crouching down at her level, looking into her eyes, "very nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," she said, in that trained, polite, talking-to-adults good girl voice.

"Hey, what are you reading?" I asked, a twinkle in my eyes. I love books. I'm nuts for them. I let that show.

Her eyes got bigger, and the practiced, polite facial expression gave way to genuine excitement over this topic. She paused, though, a little shy of me, a stranger.

"I LOVE books," I said. "Do you?"

Most kids do.

"YES," she said. "And I can read them all by myself now!"

"Wow, amazing!" I said. And it is, for a five-year-old. You go on with your bad self, Maya.

"What's your favorite book?" I asked.

"I'll go get it! Can I read it to you?"

Purplicious was Maya's pick and a new one to me, as Maya snuggled next to me on the sofa and proudly read aloud every word, about our heroine who loves pink but is tormented by a group of girls at school who only wear black. Alas, it was about girls and what they wore, and how their wardrobe choices defined their identities. But after Maya closed the final page, I steered the conversation to the deeper issues in the book: mean girls and peer pressure and not going along with the group. I told her my favorite color in the world is green, because I love nature, and she was down with that.

Not once did we discuss clothes or hair or bodies or who was pretty. It's surprising how hard it is to stay away from those topics with little girls, but I'm stubborn.

I told her that I'd just written a book, and that I hoped she'd write one too one day. She was fairly psyched about that idea. We were both sad when Maya had to go to bed, but I told her next time to choose another book and we'd read it and talk about it. Oops. That got her too amped up to sleep, and she came down from her bedroom a few times, all jazzed up.

So, one tiny bit of opposition to a culture that sends all the wrong messages to our girls. One tiny nudge towards valuing female brains. One brief moment of intentional role modeling. Will my few minutes with Maya change our multibillion dollar beauty industry, reality shows that demean women, our celebrity-manic culture? No. But I did change Maya's perspective for at least that evening.

Try this the next time you meet a little girl. She may be surprised and unsure at first, because few ask her about her mind, but be patient and stick with it. Ask her what she's reading. What does she like and dislike, and why? There are no wrong answers. You're just generating an intelligent conversation that respects her brain. For older girls, ask her about current events issues: pollution, wars, school budgets slashed. What bothers her out there in the world? How would she fix it if she had a magic wand? You may get some intriguing answers. Tell her about your ideas and accomplishments and your favorite books. Model for her what a thinking woman says and does.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lisa-bloom/h...r_b_882510.html

Chuck Norris' final movie

Orange Lunch Box — Wed, 22 Aug 2012 15:06:19 +0800

The Novice (2013)

"He doesn’t need a weapon. He is one."

A young man, who has his whole life planned out, befriends his neighbor unaware that he’s a legendary Hit man who now has a price on his head. With assassins trying to kill “the legend” so they can make a name for themselves, the young man realizes the Hit man is not only trying to save the young man’s life but is training him to take over his deadly profession as a Hit man.

http://masternorris.com/filmography/the-novice-2013

Prison Break on steroid?

Orange Lunch Box — Mon, 13 Aug 2012 14:45:50 +0800

Ray Breslin (Stallone) is a structural engineer who is wrongly convicted of a crime. Breslin designed a variety of high tech buildings and was a top structural engineer. After Breslin was wrongly convicted, he was sent to serve his sentence in a maximum security prison of his own design. During his time in prison, Breslin has analyzed every high security prison and gained significant survival skills, but faces his biggest challenge in trying to break out of an ultimate high-tech prison that he himself designed to be escape-proof.

Not only facing the challenge of breaking out of the escape-proof prison, Breslin also has the challenge of battling the ruthless warden Hobbs (Caviezel) and his corrupt guard (Jones). Breslin is assisted in his escape attempt by fellow prisoner Emil Rottmayer (Schwarzenegger). Rottmayer is a wise, soulful and complex inmate who fights with other prisoners to keep their humanity, whilst they are struggling to stay alive. Breslin and Rottmayer will be joined in their escape by a third prisoner that is an expert in computers (50 Cent).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tomb_(2013_film)

Malaysian men prefers fat women

Orange Lunch Box — Sun, 12 Aug 2012 20:45:34 +0800

“Our work in parts of Malaysia and Africa has shown that in poorer environments where resources are scarce, people prefer a heavy body in a potential partner,” said Tovée. “If you live in an environment where food is scarce, being heavier means you have fat stored up as a buffer against a potential food reduction in the future, and that you must be higher social status to afford the food in the first place. Both of these are attractive qualities in a partner in those circumstances.”

http://healthland.time.com/2012/08/09/why-...-heavier-women/

Female is a race now.

Orange Lunch Box — Sun, 12 Aug 2012 14:53:33 +0800

Felixia Yeap's side income 1k

Orange Lunch Box — Sat, 11 Aug 2012 15:55:59 +0800

Found this interesting image on Facebook.

Not sure if envy or pity

Orange Lunch Box — Thu, 09 Aug 2012 09:07:29 +0800

Is this true?

Orange Lunch Box — Fri, 03 Aug 2012 08:11:13 +0800

據說世界上的男人分三種。第一種很虛榮，一定要找個胸大的；第二種很單純，要個胸大的就可以了；第三種很現實，不要別的，胸大就行...

Three kinds of men in the world. First is vanity, be sure to find a big tits; the second is very simple, to big tits can; the third was reality, not anything else, big tits on the line ... (Translated by Bing)

Source: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Vivian-Lin/187595756688

Amoi singing song

Orange Lunch Box — Thu, 02 Aug 2012 07:24:13 +0800

So I found this girl by accident: http://soundcloud.com/samantha-de-lune

She got magical voice.

The money factor

Orange Lunch Box — Wed, 01 Aug 2012 23:00:52 +0800

I chided friends for checking out potential partner's financial status way before a relationship is formed, calling them materialistic and what not. They call me naive, and I didn't find it a bad thing. Now I find myself looking at a fine person, a good match, but I'm unwilling to commit simply because he's poor.

I don't mind hardship, and I'm not looking to quit my job. But I really don't want to be in a shitty situation 10 years later, desperately trying to avoid bankruptcy and providing the best for my children.

So, yeah. Money matters. If your savings can not sustain your current lifestyle for a year without any income, then perhaps you should not get a partner.

Steve Nash just joined Lakers and Kobe

Orange Lunch Box — Thu, 05 Jul 2012 09:17:13 +0800

True story.

Approved, or not?

Orange Lunch Box — Sat, 30 Jun 2012 13:43:37 +0800

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Pinterest is always down. Meh.

Orange Lunch Box — Sat, 30 Jun 2012 11:25:02 +0800

Any recommendation of similar websites?

The Incident.

Orange Lunch Box — Wed, 27 Jun 2012 12:36:39 +0800

He stood over me, fist still clenched. Breathing heavily, he looked down on me. His face was distorted in rage.

I tried to crawl away, but it was hopeless. I was exhausted, as if I just did a full marathon.

He grabbed my hand, and dragged me towards a room. My face rubbed against the floor, leaving a trail of drool and tears.

I felt pathetic.

Not because of what happened, though. It's how I rationalized the situation, right there and then. It's going to be okay, I told myself. I still have a set of jeans and shirt in my locker.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm a psychopath.

Rape, is a type of sexual assault usually involving sexual intercourse, which is initiated by one or more persons against another person without that person's consent.

So it wasn't a rape. More like, rough, consented sex?

But he didn't know that.

He smiled at me, the way a barbarian would do after a victorious hunt. He placed me on a table, and tore my dress apart. Underneath rows of fluorescent lamps, I lied exposed and vulnerable.

Dinner, served.

Consent refers to the provision of approval or agreement, particularly and especially after thoughtful consideration. Implied consent is consent which is not expressly granted by a person, but rather inferred from a person's actions and the facts and circumstances of a particular situation. Or in some cases, by a person's silence or inaction.

So I implicatively consented, I suppose. But he didn't know that.

As my final act of defiance, I tried rolling away. But he was strong. He held my arm, and slapped my face with all his strength. My head bounced against the table and came to a rest.

This is it. And soon after I felt him feeling his way into me.

And I enjoyed every bit of it.

Loki was right. Maybe not about the general population, but he was right about me. Deep within my heart, I want to be ruled.

Can you love a person without ever seeing him?

Orange Lunch Box — Mon, 25 Jun 2012 15:42:24 +0800

Can you love a person without ever seeing him?

I miss those stimulating discussions.

Orange Lunch Box — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 06:51:17 +0800

Was yesterday's early morning debate a rare occurance? I wish there are more of those in Kopitiam.

Is it just me or this look a bit wrong?

Orange Lunch Box — Mon, 18 Jun 2012 17:31:12 +0800

Do you approve of him?

Orange Lunch Box — Sun, 17 Jun 2012 11:23:20 +0800

The world's most intelligently designed SLR camera

Orange Lunch Box — Sat, 16 Jun 2012 19:26:27 +0800