FUNNYACCENT

In the Blink of an Eye

When I left work this morning, the ground was dry, the naked trees stand under the sun, I spotted some tiny buds sprouted on some branches. Morning breeze smeared by carbon dioksid puked by orange school bus. The light gray sky were spotless. Minutes by minutes breeze turned into wind. The weather forecaster already warned there would be 6 to 10 inches snow by early tomorrow morning.

I got off at Park Street station and headed to Chinatown. A big bowl of flat noodles soup was on my mind. Unfortunately, The Pho, a Vietnamese restaurant was closed. As a matter of fact all the little restaurants along Beach Street which usually bustling with morning customers were closed. What was going on? I cut through City and came out to Charles Street and walked up to Boylston Street.
A cup of coffee would be good. One hundred meter ahead I saw Dunkin Donut signs and accross Tremont Street was Starbucks. I'd rather not have their coffees. Too strong. Then I passed Emerson cafe'. I bought a cup of light roasted coffee and an enormous size of poppyseed muffin. The coffee tasted like ( I'm not gonna say tasted like shit because I never tasted shit before) nothing I ever tasted before and it was cold after I added a few drops of half and half. I told the girl behind the counter the coffee was cold. She offered another cup.
"Is it from the same container?" She nodded her head.
Between the lack of sleep and the girl's lack of common sense, my mind raced for the right words.
"Do you have any fresh brewed coffee?"
"Yes, I brroo new coffee now." Her thick Latin accent reminded me of Jesse, a Guatemalan girl I used to work with at a deli/cafe' in Financial District downtown.

With steaming freshly brewed coffee, I went back to my seat. Between a little bite of muffin and sipping strong coffee, I watch the morning commuters rushed their ways to wherever they were heading to.
4 out 10 people walked past me had their cell phones in their hands, or using them to be more accurate. 3 out of 10 drivers in the vehicles that stopped for traffic light were on the cell phones. People are communicating, or are we really?
I ate the whole top of muffin which was deliciousio and the coffee was suck, big time. I walked back to Park Street to get a train home. May be another morning for flat noodles soup.

When I left for work at 10:45 p.m, I waded in 6 inches snow. The snow still falling. Not a flaky type but more like wood dust.

Waiting for Warm Weather

What a bummer, according to Channel 7 weather forecast, there would be snowstorm on Tues evening. I already have six pairs of my batik wrap skirts lined up in a closet. Last summer my sister KN sent me two wrap batik skirts which she made them from Batik Jawa Sarung. She is an excelente tailor. When my friends saw me wearing those skirts they thought I bought them from a boutique in Malaysia. Two women stopped me when I was coming out of the subway on 46th Street in Times Square. They asked me where did I get the skirt? My sister made it, I told them. It's gorgeous, one of them told me. Yes it is. Yes, indeed.

Losing and Gaining Faith

A buddy of mine from Around the World chat room recommended me to watch this film Contact. It was a 1997 movie based on Carl Sagan's book.
I'm glad I watched it because usually when I read good books or watch good movies, there is always something that hold my questions. I find Contact holds my questions about faith and believe.

Boston weather

Speak Louder, I Can't Hear You.

Reported from Logan Airport 03/11/2004 2:54 PM EST
Temperature: 43°F 6°C
Conditions: Cloudy
Winds: N 15 MPH N 24 KPH
Relative Humidity: 32%
Barometer: 29.88 Falling
Visibility: Unlimited Unlimited
Feels Like: 36°F n/a

While holding baby J in my arms as she curles her chubby fingers around her formula bottle, we look at each other and wonder, "What's going on out there?" Baby B blinks her eyes, pulls out the bottle from her mouth and said, "Ta,ta." and put back the bottle in her mouth.
"You are right, sweetie, we should mind our own business."
But I couldn't help it. One of the women are blasting at baby J's mother for coming home with hickies on her neck. At the same time the man that gives hickies to baby J's mother is hitting on this woman.

"When I see him this morning, I'm gonna go right up at him, and hit his goddamn's face. Yeah...That's what I'm gonna do."
"Is he the one with mole on his right cheek, mom?" the woman's 12 year old daughter asks her mother.
"Yes, that son of a bitch. Mark my word. I'm gonna hit his goddamn's face."

Bang...bang...bang. Elliot, the woman's four year old son is banging his spoon on the side of his high chair.
"Eat your damn cereal, Elliot. Put that damn spoon in your mouth." The woman tells his son.

"Does she knows he likes you? a second woman asks the first woman.
"Yeah, she knows. I was telling her the other day, X has been asking me out since last week."
"So, did you go out with him?'
"No, I've been holding out , you know. You don't say yes the first time a man asks you out."
"Why not? You like him, don't you?"
"Is that how you get your belly ballon up, now?"
Laughter and hands slapping on the table.
"Hey, that's not nice" The second's woman voice rises up.
"Ladies, ladies," the third woman tries to chill the situation.
"I like A very much, but I think what she did is not right." Comes from the third woman.

The school bus horn blares from outside. The third woman walks to the bottom of the stairs.
"Anne, the school bus is here."
No response from upstairs.
"Anne, do you hear me............." the third woman's voice cracks. "Get your damn ass down right now." The voice whips across the house.

Baby J pulls out the bottle again from her mouth, "Ta, ta." She grins, exposes her toothless gum.
"Finish your bottle, sweetie."

FATAL KISS

GIRL, 12, BEATEN AFTER KISSING BOY, POLICE SAY

Baltimore - A 12-year-old girl was baten into a coma by a group of other girls and women after she kissed the boyfriend of another girl on a dare, police said.
Three adults women and two teenage girsl have been charged din the beating of Nicole Townes, who remainded in a coma yesterday, more than a week after hse the attack at a Feb. 28 party.

"I have seen people beaten to death, but not a chikd and not for no apparent reason." Detective Donny Moses said. "This is a hideous story."

The attack happened after an unidentified boy, also 12, was dared to kiss Nicole. After the kiss, his 14-year-old girlfriend attacked Nicole, an others joined in, beating the girl ofr at least 30 minutes.

Monique Baldwin, 36, and Erin Baldwin 19, were charged with attempted murder and assault, said Moses, who said he did not know the relationship between the two. Kenya Keene, 25, was charged with assault and conspiracy to commit child abuse.
Two unidentified teens, ages 13 and 14, were also arrested, but Moses said e did not know the speicific charges against them.

The adults are also ccused of giving false sttements about what happened, telling authoritids Townes fell and hit her head on a wall. Reuter

writer's note:
I wonder what these women would do if their men sleep around with another women? Kill 'em?

Deceived by The Look

Once again I was deceived by smiling sun and soft breeze on Sunday. I spent a couple of hours sitting outside under the sun. 62 degree in winter was something to be thankful about.
I went to work with light sweater and my raggedy Carhart jacket. Guess what, when I fliicked the blind at 4:00 a.m I saw the ground was covered by light snow, and the now was falling.

Do I Hear of What I See?

Every morning from 5 a.m to 8 a.m, I've been keeping an eye (should be my eyes?)on baby J when her mother goes to clinic. Right after her mother leaves, I give her a bottle. Sometimes she drinks half of it, sometimes she finishes it in one sit. I pick her up, massage her back until she burps, and talk to her. Her usual response is "Da, da, da, da, da". She agrees on every subject I bring up. She bobs her little hairless head and smiles. I like it when people just agrees with me. From time to time her chubby little finger tries to snath my dangling ear rings. My ear rings seem to fascinates her.
After 20 minutes or so of our chatting, I hold her close and massage her back again. Her eyes start drooping and soon she falls asleep. I put her back in her chair. At this time I try to minimize my movement. I want her to get at least one hour nap before the residents upstairs stir and thumping down the stairs to the kitchen.
It is hard, some of the women talk too loud even they are standing face to face. Everytime one of them enters the office to get their meds, I make a signal to tone down the voice, they seem to understand, but soon they forget and start talking again in high volume. Once they talk, it's hard to get their attention, it's like they are in their own worlds. They look at you momentarily, and they start yapping again.
By this time, baby J awakes. She startles by the women voices. In chorus they say,"Awwwwwwwww....." and continue their yapping.

Damn it.............Don't they've just come down from the same floor? Their rooms are just next to each other? Do they really care to each other as they like to demonstrate when the staffs are around? Or when the mother is around? If they do how could they ignore this simple request?

Looking for BitterSweet Red Ruby

I used to drink orange juice (not from concentrate) everymorning, but I stopped taking it three years ago when the acidity became unbearable. Was it my tastebud or the acidity in it, I have no idea. But I only take it twice or three times a week. I switched to grapefruit juice when I read an article about colon cleanser.
After consuming a dozen of 64 fl oz Red Ruby, one morning I was surprised to see the red ruby was actually red as red as cranberry juice. I looked at the outer label to see if I had picked cranberry/red ruby instead. I took a sip to make sure if it had a trace of cranjuice. I took a second sip, and all I could tasted was redruby grapefruit.

From that day, every time I open a new carton, I'm hoping to pour out a really redruby. So far I have been drinking four carton of reallyredruby in three years. I'm still looking and waiting.

Day After Day

OVERHEARD AT SUBWAY STATION

Girl: "Derek, Lyn told me she saw the oldfatgirl came out of your room when your parents were not home."
Boy: "What cha talkin' 'bout?"
Girl:"Come on, don't play dumb."
Boy: "I'll go to your house and fuck yur mothar, you hoe."
The girl and her friends laughed at the boy's remark.

The boy was sitting on the bench next to me. And the girls were on the opposite side of the platform.
The girls and the boys didn't look older than fourteen or fifteen.