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Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Red Sherbet
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Product Review: Pantene
This is a product review for Pantene. I am not paid to write this. I am given their new Nature Fusion shampoo and Daily Moisture Renewal to review.
Procter & Gamble is an official sponsor of the London 2012 Olympics Games. Pantene has launched a new range of products to coincide with this. One can imagine how important it is for athletics to have a good shampoo as they train. Pantene introduced the world’s 11 most successful female athletes as new health and beauty ambassadors.This campaign “Healthy Is The New Beautiful” is a significant step.
7 years ago, I ran the Singapore Marathon, I trained every day for more than 4 months. The Singapore weather was humid and harsh. My hair grew limb, and I had to shampoo my hair every day. I know the importance of a good shampoo as I was a professor's wife. After the training in the morning, I had to look elegant and my hair looked good.
Pantene had a negative product experience. For whatever reason, hairstylists and consumers were circulating vicious nasties including this on the net.
Pantene Senior Scientist, Lais Koelie, says that the new collections are a breakthrough for the brand and utilise advance technology. The products are designed to restore hair health and protect all hair types from the daily torture we expose our hair.
The three re-formulated collections are:
1: Pantene Daily Moisture Renewal Collection.
2: Pantene Nature Fusion Collection.
3: Pantene Colour Therapy Collection.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Save the world: Save the whales
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It was raining, It was pouring. I meet Sophie in the blue T shirt and her volunteer minder Leisa Cearr. I asked Leisa if I could take a photo of them and do a blog on them. Leisa was most obliquing. She tells me that Sophie was collecting for the Project Jonah, to save the whales.
Ka Pai Sophie, Ka Pai Leisa. It's been a cold week and a wet day.
Project Jonah is a registered charity. We exist for one simple reason – marine mammals desperately need our help. Our vision is to create a world where these animals are respected and protected. And to achieve this we need your support.
Our strength comes from our volunteers; everyday Kiwis that give up their time to help marine mammals through our rescue, action and protection programs. Whether they’re picking up litter on beaches or getting hands on in rescuing stranded whales, they’re out there helping. Whatever the weather.
We’re a New Zealand organisation, with a distinct flavour and feel. We pride ourselves on being passionate, honest, open and down to earth – things that Kiwis are well known for, both here and overseas.
http://annkschin.blogspot.co.nz/2008/11/mail-order-bride-chapter-4-jamie-toy.html
Many years ago, I wrote a novel, I incorporated a group of volunteers trying to save some whales that had beached.
One day, tragedy struck New Zealand. It also struck Isabella personally. When Jamie and Isabella arrived at the car park at Muriwai beach in the morning, they were told a pod of fifty pilot whales had beached and stranded in the shallow water during the night. Rescuers, old and young and Jamie’s surfing mates were out there in the shallow water in a desperate attempt to save the surviving whales. Even school kids were given the day off school by their parents. The rescuers had covered the poor whales with beach towels and blankets and wetting them by scooping water to prevent the whales from getting dehydrated. Jamie told Isabella to bring her beach towel along as he raced to join the heroes and heroines in their noble attempt to save these beautiful animals.
“Take your beach towel.”
Jamie told Isabella to join the group of three middle aged women and a child.
“Hi! We are glad you have come to help. I am Grace, they are the two Anns. Ann without an E, and Anne with an E, and this is my daughter Jessie.”
“Hi! I am six.”
“Hi! I am Isabella.”
“Will you cover the whale with your beach towel at the exposed area?” requested Anne.
“No! I don’t want to get my new towel fishy and smelly.”
The two women and Jessie had been up the whole night and tempers were fraying.
“You have to scoop water on the whale and help us hold the whale up right. If not, their blow-holes will not be clear and the poor whale will drown,” said Grace.
“This is hard work,” grumbled Isabella when the whale blew water and drenched them.
“Why did you come? You knew this is hard work,” commented Ann.
“I didn’t want to come to help, Jamie told me to come.”
“Who is Jamie?” asked Grace.
“He’s my boyfriend.”
“You mean that handsome hunk?” asked Ann.
“Yes, the blonde guy.”
“You lucky woman,” commented the three.
After three hours, Isabella found the three women very friendly and they carried on a long conversation with her. She was surprised the extent they went in their nature loving activities like feeding and sheltering stray dogs and cats, planting herbs and native shrubs. She found them unpretentious and so different from other Kiwi women she had met. Isabella was happy they didn’t mind her Togalog English and the wrong grammar she used.
“What happen when we can’t save all the whales?” Isabella asked when she saw the dead whales.
“We use a forklift and a tractor to hull the poor whale and bury it,” said Anne.
“What, you mean you waste all the meat?”
“Huh?” asked all four of them in shock.
“You can sell them to the Japanese?”
“Isabella, you haven’t been in New Zealand long enough. The whole world hates the Japanese and their whaling,” said Ann irritably.
After twelve noon, under the hot sun, their poor whale died. Ann and Anne, Grace and Jessie cried openly. They christened him Moby. Isabella thought they were weird and gone soft in their head over a dead whale. Gordon came with the fork lift and hoisted the whale to give it a decent burial. Ann and Anne, Grace and Jessie followed as part of the cortege. The atmosphere was somber, there was so much death and sadness. The whales had to be buried quickly to prevent stench and spread of sickness.
That sorrowful morning, twenty nine whales died and were buried in a massive grave: so was Isabella’s and Jamie’s relationship.
Auckland Viaduct, mechanical bridge
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The Viaduct at Auckland waterfront. This is a mechanical bridge that can be raised to allow passage into the basin to the fishing vessels which used it.
My water engineer is so sweet, when I asked him is there is a special name for the mechanical bridge, he found the following definition for me. In fact the photos were taken by him.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
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Thursday, May 3, 2012
skywatch Friday: Cutting a tree
giant trees in a suburb were removed. There was a big crane, and it lifts the tree up so there is no damage to the houses and trees. Done by qualified arborists.or tree surgeons, it was a big enterprise when 5 trees were removed.
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Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Watery Wednesday: Weir
At Western Springs, there are many natural lakes. They used to supply drinking water for Auckland City. But as the city grew, to more than a million, lots of industrial areas sprout up, and they pollute the water. We no longer drink from here. The water drains to the sea, but not before the water passes over the crest.
When we go for a leisurely walk at this beautiful park, I also get a hydraulics lecture from the water engineer. Actually, now I know all about a weir, but I pretend I don't. LOL
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