Every woman wants to look younger and have an amazing body, and often many spend hours and hundreds of dollars pursuing this dream. Well, apparently, that really does apply to all parts of the body. I’m currently in Shanghai, and my step-mom recommended and swore by breast massages. Apparently with this process, which, depending on each woman’s breast, results can show after one treatment or it may take years.
So what exactly does breast massage do? Through a series of massages and treatment (non-surgical), you can enlarge or decrease the size of your breasts, and give your breasts a little lift.
After some persuasion by my step-mom, I decided to give it a try. Here’s how it went down:
I was first greeted by a couple of young, pretty women, who handed me slippers and led me to a room. I was asked to strip down to my panties and lie on the bed. We began with a back massage, where all movement was upwards and downwards, towards the breast area (along the sides pushing towards the front of the body).
After about 20 minutes or so, she had me turn around. Using circular motions, she massaged the front and continued to push and massage towards the breasts. After about another 20 minutes, the lady pulled out a machine. On the ends were suction cups. Pressure was applied and the breasts were “massaged” for about another 10 minutes. It felt like someone was squeezing your breasts plus some suction.
After the treatment, my breasts were tender, and I suppose they look bigger, but it could just be mental. I would definitely say though, that the experience was “different”. Ask me if I would do it again, and I’m not sure.
If you’re interested in the place I went to or interested in trying something new and more natural than plastic surgery, you can go to this place:
Jing Du Wei Wei
7th floor, Times Square (there’s a Starbucks on the bottom floor. Same building as the China Resources Center)
Dongchanglu Exit (from the MTR)
Shanghai, China
http://www.jdweiwei.net/ (Chinese only)
It’s quite annoying when you want to access sites and are unable to. Here’s a list of sites that I have encountered that are unavailable in China:
www.youtube.com
www.blogger.com (and any blogspots)
www.xanga.com
videos on websites of popular tv shows (CW)
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Trust
It's quite interesting. For all the stories I've heard and first hand experiences I've had about Chinese people trying to scam you or being rude or anything of the sort, I must say, Hong Kong people definitely don't seem to fit that crowd. They actually are really nice and trusting (except for being group members) it seems.
Today, I went out for dinner by myself (how lonely) and didn't realize the restaurant was cash only. I was out of cash (see previous post as that's where all my cash went) and only had my debit. After asking where the ATM was, they simply pointed down the mall and let me walk out. They didn't ask to hold anything or follow after me or even look to check that I went the right way. After finding the ATM, which was down the mall and definitely away from the view of the restaurant, I returned to pay. Regardless, it was interesting how trusting they were that I would come back to pay when I could have easily walked away with a free meal.
Also, at HKUST, everyone leaves their stuff lying around, especially in the library and the cafeterias. I've seen so many book bags, laptops, and purses just sitting around. And nothing ever seems to go missing. Cafeteria food also seems to never go missing either.
When it's busy in the cafeterias, and I mean PACKED, it's so easy to walk and just take something from any of the food displays, especially as no ones watching it and there are no workers remotely close. But nothing gets stolen and everyone always pays for everything. Definitely different than what happens at home.
Although I do have to admit, if there's one thing people here aren't reliable on, that's not stealing the food that's in the dorm floor fridges. Food items are usually labeled and stored in bags and pretty much everything except for cheese gets stolen from those fridges. One person even had their key stolen so someone could unlock their food and steal that. Ridiculous, how no one steals anywhere but the dorms.
Last semester, in the 6th floor common room, someone had put up a sign,
"Whoever it is that is stealing my food, if I catch you, I'm going to rape you so bad and stick it so far up your ass that you'll never walk straight again you f***ers."
and someone wrote back,
"I'd like to see you try."
Ridiculous.
Today, I went out for dinner by myself (how lonely) and didn't realize the restaurant was cash only. I was out of cash (see previous post as that's where all my cash went) and only had my debit. After asking where the ATM was, they simply pointed down the mall and let me walk out. They didn't ask to hold anything or follow after me or even look to check that I went the right way. After finding the ATM, which was down the mall and definitely away from the view of the restaurant, I returned to pay. Regardless, it was interesting how trusting they were that I would come back to pay when I could have easily walked away with a free meal.
Also, at HKUST, everyone leaves their stuff lying around, especially in the library and the cafeterias. I've seen so many book bags, laptops, and purses just sitting around. And nothing ever seems to go missing. Cafeteria food also seems to never go missing either.
When it's busy in the cafeterias, and I mean PACKED, it's so easy to walk and just take something from any of the food displays, especially as no ones watching it and there are no workers remotely close. But nothing gets stolen and everyone always pays for everything. Definitely different than what happens at home.
Although I do have to admit, if there's one thing people here aren't reliable on, that's not stealing the food that's in the dorm floor fridges. Food items are usually labeled and stored in bags and pretty much everything except for cheese gets stolen from those fridges. One person even had their key stolen so someone could unlock their food and steal that. Ridiculous, how no one steals anywhere but the dorms.
Last semester, in the 6th floor common room, someone had put up a sign,
and someone wrote back,
Ridiculous.
Language Barrier
As an athlete, pain is my companion; and will continue to be until I stop exercising. Today, pain caused me to seek a doctor after hours. Unfortunately, at 7 pm, normal doctors are off work; and even if I could find a doctor, all they could prescribe me are pain killers and a referral for a physical therapist. So since I'm in Hong Kong, I went in search for a traditional Chinese doctor. I eventually managed to find one.
The clinic itself was stocked to the brim with interesting Chinese medicinal ingredients from caterpillars to snakeskin to sea horse, etc. and every person sitting in the shop had needles sticking out of their bodies left and right (hands, head, scalp, nose, etc.). The doctor was a pretty old man. And although I think I'm decent at conversational Chinese, we definitely had difficulties communicating.
It's interesting how language evolves over time; and one of the easiest ways to see this is through talking to the older generation. Many of the words he used were quite obscure and I'm pretty sure many of them had been replaced by other words. His writing was also not only very traditional but also very messy and written in seemingly no sense. He wrote left to right, right to left, and above and below. Then he laughed at my fear of needles and gave me a light session of cupping, taped some black balls behind my ears and told to rub them until it hurts, and gave me ingredients that I had to boil for an hour and then drink. All for the price of $346 HKD.
Although I feel slightly better, I can't help but feel that with the language barrier, lack of receipt, and bag of random ingredients, I'm missing something vital and maybe I've been fooled somewhere. But I've done Chinese medicine before...and its always worked in the past, so maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me.
The clinic itself was stocked to the brim with interesting Chinese medicinal ingredients from caterpillars to snakeskin to sea horse, etc. and every person sitting in the shop had needles sticking out of their bodies left and right (hands, head, scalp, nose, etc.). The doctor was a pretty old man. And although I think I'm decent at conversational Chinese, we definitely had difficulties communicating.
It's interesting how language evolves over time; and one of the easiest ways to see this is through talking to the older generation. Many of the words he used were quite obscure and I'm pretty sure many of them had been replaced by other words. His writing was also not only very traditional but also very messy and written in seemingly no sense. He wrote left to right, right to left, and above and below. Then he laughed at my fear of needles and gave me a light session of cupping, taped some black balls behind my ears and told to rub them until it hurts, and gave me ingredients that I had to boil for an hour and then drink. All for the price of $346 HKD.
Although I feel slightly better, I can't help but feel that with the language barrier, lack of receipt, and bag of random ingredients, I'm missing something vital and maybe I've been fooled somewhere. But I've done Chinese medicine before...and its always worked in the past, so maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me.
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