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		<title>By: Mei-Ling Chen</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of my fondest memories is as a young Taiwanese woman living in New York back in 1990. My neighbor, a Pakistani diplomat, invited me over for dinner one evening. After a few minutes spent in idle conversation with the guests, the host asked us to sit down. I immediately started looking for a chair while everyone else had assumed places on the floor, which is how Pakistanis dine.  Every time when I told the story, everybody laughed.  So much so, that even after two decades, I still think about this faux pas.]]></description>
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