Archive for June, 2010

Why Has Nobody Told Me?

I just discovered the best thing since red bean paste. No, better than red bean paste. It is called dark lotus paste, and it is the bestest most wonderfulest thing ever.

I just got back from a lovely lunch with my friend Josie. She has been working in Chinatown for a couple years, and yet this is only the second time we’ve had lunch together. And now she’s switching to a new company outside of the city. But lucky for me, we got our last Chinatown lunch in today. We had shabu-shabu at a place that Google doesn’t seem to know how to find.

I was following my directions on my phone, when I hear a familiar voice call my name. It was of course Josie, and she steered me in the opposite direction I was about to head. We were ushered upstairs, where we were alone for most of lunch. Lunch was awesome, chatting with Josie was awesome, and then she suggested we hit up a bakery before I walk back to work. I am so glad we did.

Josie ordered what she wanted, while I stood confused and in wonder. She helped me find my red bean paste ball thingies with sesame that I love, so I ordered a couple of those, and then decided to be brave. I got a custard bun and a dark lotus seed pie.

We parted ways – I should be working, after all – and on my walk back I decided to take a nibble. So I tried my lotus pie, and it was just so wonderful and decadent and I just simply love it. I wish I got 5.

I didn’t know!

So delicious…

June 11th, 2010 • 1:06 pm • dinane • Posted in Food2,181 Comments »

Too Little or Too Much

This morning, as Mike dropped me off at the T station, I heard blood-curdling screams coming from the car in front of us. I rolled my eyes at first, imagining yelling kids and a flustered mom and turned to walk to the station. But then I heard a woman’s voice very clearly screaming:

“Somebody HELP ME!”

So while trying to look as nonchalant as possible, I grabbed my cell and dialed 911.

The state police helpfully forwarded me to the locals. I stared at the license plate and memorized it. I told the police exactly what I heard, and what I was seeing. What I was seeing was a man repeatedly getting in and out of a woman’s car. Opening and closing doors. Opening the driver’s door, the passenger’s, the driver’s, the passengers. And occasionally I heard her just scream.

I gave my best description of the vehicle, of the man, of his clothes, of his hair, of everything I could see. I couldn’t see her. I couldn’t see where that terrified voice was coming from. I couldn’t even answer, “White, black, or hispanic?” I just watched and reported.

They said they’d send someone. This was just as he was finally walking away, carrying his backpack. She peeled away back into traffic. I gave my name and number, not knowing if I really should.

So I’m stuck in a haze of wondering. Did I do too much? Did I do too little? Should I have walked away? Should I have approached the car? Should I have left my name? I don’t know. I can’t know what was happening. I just knew that she screamed for help and I … I couldn’t do NOTHING. I did the best I can. That’s all I can do.

I really hope she’s okay.

June 1st, 2010 • 9:32 am • dinane • Posted in Life, Uncategorizable590 Comments »
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