01/09/25 - I stayed up all night and ate nonstop until 2AM until I stuffed myself so full that I threw up.
“My workplace gave us two big crates of apples, but I’m the only one in my family who likes them. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get through so many and they’d go bad, but by the time I got home this afternoon, I realised I’d way overthought it. My MIL had already solved the problem.
She picked out the ten best apples to set aside for me, so I can eat one a day and it’ll last me almost half a month. The rest of the apples, she’d cut into cubes and was going to make them into dried apples.
Maybe I’m just sheltered, but although I love eating apples, I’ve never had dried apples before. In my impression, apples start oxidising as soon as you cut them open. How could you dry them?
But my MIL insisted that anything can be dried. In my impression, I’ve seen people drying green beans and long yellow day lilies in the summer, and turnips in the winter, but I never thought apples could be dried too.
I’m watching the apples sun dry out on the balcony right now, and I’m scared to ask any questions, since my MIL only has the best intentions.
I’d have to try them before I knew if they were good or not. At least this is better than just letting them rot.
Does anyone here have any experience drying apples?”
Comments say, “I do it all the time and it’s really tasty.”
“You totally can! My family cuts them into thin slices and dry them over the radiator. They taste like apple crisps.”
“What a hard-working old lady.”
“Plastic surgery is how I manipulate my mother these days.
I’ve always been in a state where I’m half out of the closet. My mom neither supported me nor was against me. But ever since I started taking her out to get plastic surgery, her attitude has been changing.
Let me sort through the timeline.
The first time she had a Thermage done, she cried and panicked because she couldn’t take the heat. The first time she had a shot, she wanted to die and tried to run several times.
But once the effects took, she saw the change in herself, and she started actively bringing up demands, saying she wanted to improve her laugh lines.
So I took her to do a white diamond ultrasound cannon (I didn’t even get one done myself). [Literal translation, I have no idea what he’s talking about.]
After getting all that done, she’s in a completely different tier than all her peers back home.
So she’s started to randomly share gay couple dailies with me, started shipping gay couples, and actively bringing up that it’s not so bad for two guys to live together.
K, whether she’s sincere or not, at least it’s nice to hear.
Last time I took her to Jinghe [probably the name of a hospital/clinic?] to get a makeup shot, it was a bigger dose than any time before, but she didn’t make a peep and just silently accepted it all. Okay.”
Comments say, “Aren’t there any side effects? Is she going to age faster? Or does it not last very long so you have to spend money on getting it redone?”
“Is white diamond really that magical? Is it better than the standard type?”
“Your mom wants to be prettier and younger too.”
[A minor Chinese actor, Wang Xing, had went to Thailand to film a show when he was tricked into accidentally crossing the border into Myanmar and was trafficked into a scam centre, where he had his head shaved and was subject to abuse to try to force him into running scams on people in China. His girlfriend tried to report it to the police and the consulate but nobody cared, so she posted about it online, and it got a lot of reposts and discussion from much bigger, more well-known celebrities, until the consulate finally intervened and rescued him from the scam centre.]
#Wang Xing gets on plane to return to China today. “According to information learned by reporters from CCTV, Chinese male actor Wang is going to fly back to China today in the evening. Earlier, Thai police announced that initial investigations have confirmed that Wang Xing is a victim of human trafficking. He entered Thailand on the 3rd of this month, and then crossed the border into Myawaddy, Myanmar. Thai police found him on the 7th and brought him back to Thailand. On the same day, the Chinese Embassy in Thailand announced that the Thai authorities have declared that Chinese citizen Wang has been successfully rescued on the afternoon of the 7th.”
Comments say, “I hope everyone else stuck there can come back safely soon soo…”
“My nephew’s been scammed into going to Myanmar too. His classmate said they were gonna go on vacation to Guilin and drove a van over to pick him up. It was a total of nine kids. As soon as he got on the van, his classmate handed out water to everyone, and after drinking the water, he passed out. When he woke up, he realised he’d gotten scammed. All nine kids had been trafficked to Myanmar and we still haven’t heard from them since, and it’s been over half a year. My nephew’s name is Fan Ke, 20 years old, from Fangshui village, Xiangbi Road, Pingcui District, Yibin City, Sichuan Province. I hope everyone can help raise awareness on this.”
“So continue on and rescue all the others too.”
A compilation of why you can’t put uni students in the same room as New Years goodies:
“My grandma made pork jelly [soy sauce congealed with pork skin collagen, it’s a lot tastier than it sounds] and put it out on the balcony. I snuck out in the middle of the night to eat it and got caught by my grandma. She asked me what I was doing, and I told her I was just putting them in my stomach to keep them warm.”
“My parents only put this in my room…” [Picture of various fireworks.]
“My mom: You’re telling me that your 18kg brother drank five crates of Wangzai milk, and finished off my three buckets of marinaded meats, two buckets of chicken feet, three crates of mandarin oranges, and five bags of fruit candy? Me: [burps] Yes, it was definitely him.”
“I went back to my hometown to be a bridesmaid. My grandma let me sleep in a room filled with barbecue, pork trotters, and various fried goodies. I stayed up all night and ate nonstop until 2AM until I stuffed myself so full that I threw up.”
“In order to prevent my brother from sneaking oranges, my grandma put an entire basket of mandarin oranges in my room. The next day, my grandma found out exactly what sort of person I was.”
“I visit this crate of cherries every five minutes on average.”
“I’m 32 years old. For New Years, my mom marinaded four pig trotters and stewed them with sausages and a pig head in a big pot and put it in my room at night. I ate all four pig trotters in one night and ate half the sausages and the only pork tongue.”
“When I was getting married, they put the food in my room too. The night before, my mom came to my room, and I thought she was going to say something really touching or something and I was getting ready to cry. And my mom just told me that the number of pig trotters is set [that is, one pig trotter for each guest or something] and if I needed to eat, I should pick something that isn’t set in number.”
“Came across a short video, a really accomplished English education promoter talking about how he educates his kids. He told several stories.
His younger daughter likes to throw her toys around the room, so he threw out thousands of dollars worth of her toys and forbid her from bringing them back. She never dared to throw her toys again. He solved this problem in one go.
When it comes to eating, nobody calls the kids to the table when it’s food time, but as soon as food time is over, all the food gets dumped out, and there’s no food in the fridge. They just have to stay hungry until the next meal, when they’ll eat like good little kids.
His kid doesn’t like spinach, but he demands they have to eat it. The kid says they’ll throw up, and he demands that they have to eat it. If the kid throws up three times in a row, that’s when they have permission to stop eating. In the end, the kid ate it and didn’t throw up (I’m guessing he’s gonna demand his kid eat spinach every time from now on).
His other kid had a temper and is also an impulse buyer. She sees something in the store and absolutely has to have it, or she’ll throw herself to the ground and throw a tantrum. He beat her for 40 minutes straight, to the point that her dress was all torn up and she was covered in blood and never bought anything for her. And she never insisted on buying something again. (When I was writing about this, I felt a bit guilty too, because I’ve also let my kid roll around and throw a tantrum on the floor for over 10 minutes because I didn’t want to buy something for her. I wasn’t as cruel as this parent, but it’s still the same concept. This is the wrong thing to do. I reflected my mistakes when editing my “I’m a Good Mom” book. You’ll see my new take on this when my new book gets published).
Let me say it straight, none of this person’s parenting is effective. Sure, you can control your kids this way and make them behave right away, but at the same time that you’ve taught your kids to submit to power, you’ve taught them to learn cruelty. Obedience to power and oppression to the weak is two sides of the same coin. This type of parenting is basically a textbook way for how to raise such a human being.
I really like how enthusiastic and honest this English teacher usually is. I believe he really loves his kids. But he really shouldn’t be doing what he is. I didn’t write this to call out this parent. I just want everyone to learn from his example.
As to how to actually solve the problems this parent brought up, I’m sure my readers and friends can come up with some great ideas. I welcome everyone to comment and I’ll reply to you at random.”
Comments say, “I gave my daughter everything she wanted growing up. Whatever she wanted to buy, I’d buy for her. Even if she didn’t say she wanted something, if I thought she’d like it or it’d be suitable for her, I’ll buy it for her anyways. Now that she’s grown up, she’s actually really frugal. She’s never gone through all the allowance I give her every month and saves it up. Now she’s got a little treasury. Kids who are fulfilled and don’t lack love don’t have a particularly strong urge to spend money.”
“If it’s food time and my kid doesn’t come to the table, I’ll just leave it there and they can eat it whenever they want to eat it. They can do what works for them, instead of what I want. If my kid had a “temper”, I would first reflect whether or not I was actually respecting them, if I was crossing boundaries and trying to control them, whether I was being honest with them. Kid are a lot more reasonable than adults. The kid can sense whether or not I’m judging them internally.”
“Huh? I honestly thought he did everything right. I was even thinking to myself that he’s such a good dad….huh….”