Wordless Wednesday: Chinatown, NYC on January 29, 2012.





Wordless Wednesday: Chinatown, NYC on January 29, 2012.





Chinese New Year. Lunar New Year. Spring Festival. A grand holiday of many names and still my favorite, aside from Christmas.

I did not get a chance to visit Chinatown this year, but long to relive memories from the 2011 parade.

Thousands walked joyfully, a swaying mass spilling over the curbs to witness the lion dancers, wave banners, and steady cameras and smartphones. People leaned on each other for a better view, ignoring usual social proprietary for personal space; their single purpose held more power than any need for elbow room.
People spoke their minds and respected one another’s differences.

The healthy supported the unsteady elderly and young children dressed in fine brocade, little girls gaily shaking their braided pigtails in glee rested on top their parents’ shoulders.

Lavish restaurants served to capacity, long lines extending outside their doors and frantic staff waiting on the hungry with weary, but welcoming smiles.

Tourist shops and novelty stands promised good fortune through usual goods- bamboo plants, fans, red envelopes, puppets, noisemakers, and confetti poppers, which tourists purchased in abundance. Multicolored and metallic paper covered every conceivable concrete and asphalt surface, burying any regular debris. Street vendors waved spiced meat and steamed dumplings while the fresh produce markets displayed ripe fruit, Asian vegetables, and seafood packed on ice.

Heavy drum beats, excited voices, and general cheer echoed along every alley, one-way, and dead-end. Eventually, police cleared the area and city sanitation picked up bling as they cleaned the littered roads.

I will always celebrate Chinese New Year with hope, optimism, and happiness. Most of all, this holiday represents love and familial perseverance; I look forward to sharing how I celebrated it this year in the next few days.
Gung Hay Fat Choy to you and yours!
Posted in Culture
Tagged Chinatown, Chinatown 2011, Chinese New Year, Lunar Festival, Spring Festival
The week started very low. Numerous family emergencies came up, the most notable being my sister’s frightening car accident. Another driver decided to swerve from the slow lane into the fast, hit another car, which then pinballed into hers and caused her to go spinning. Scary. My sister was stuck in a totaled car for awhile, but left in perfect health (minus a persistent migraine she’s getting checked out). It was a close call, but we are grateful for her well-being.
Thank you to my wonderful friends and Twitter followers who kept me in high spirits when I was still waiting for news. Your well wishes and sincere words helped me more than you know.
On a less important, but still exciting note, my favorite NFL team, the NY Giants are going to the Super Bowl- to beat the New England Patriots like they did in ’08. I look forward to taking to the streets with the rest of this marvelous city in rowdy celebration again.
Lastly, I met my new nephew!

Here are pictures of my best friend’s new husky puppy (see related post here) from this past weekend:



He’s very fuzzy, sociable, and bright, if not exactly potty trained yet. He’ll get there, though!
Posted in Culture, Family, Good Days
Tagged family, husky, miracles, New England Patriots, NFL, NY Giants, Super Bowl 46
Blue hedgehogs will always remind me of Valerie Lian*. She was my best friend in grade school; we met in kindergarten. Our mixed cultural backgrounds (half-Asian) made us rare in a predominantly everything-but-Asian population, but these are not things children use as an icebreaker. The friendship started because our mothers talked to one another while picking us up from school. Valerie was more shy than me, so mine encouraged me to invite her over to take initiative and invite her over to play and have sleepovers. I liked Valerie because she was calm and nice, but did not want to be forced to see her. However, I was six years old and did not know how to express this frustration. Also, we were not at the developmental stage to discuss feelings or wax Aristotelian friendship ideals. Instead, we played Skip-It, pogs, and Sonic the Hedgehog for Sega Genesis. I never saw Sega before and was floored by Sonic. He was so fast. The game colors were so bright. I felt dizzy from watching it, but exhilarated.

Kids still know and recognize Sonic the Hedgehog? We are doing something right as a society. Yep, definitely have hope for the future. Also, I ran out of 'h' magnets.
Valerie and I remained friends throughout elementary school, but drifted gradually as middle school began and we were assigned to different classes. She was a kind, brilliant little girl and I admire her for retaining those qualities through high school graduation. I hope she is well and recalls our memories together with fondness too.
*name changed for anonymity purposes
Posted in Culture, Friendships
Tagged crayons, drawing, gifts, kids, refrigerator magnets, scrabble, sega genesis, sonic the hedgehog, video games
I neglected you, poor blog. I admit it. Holiday parties also dominated the scene, along with ridiculous amounts of wrapping paper and buckets of flour. There were late nights with cheer and stress, but little room for processing and writing. I’m done making excuses. Hello. Let’s try this again.
How was your Christmas (if you observe it)? Mine went well with usual craziness and equal parts joy. Here are a few holiday weekend photos in summary:


Yes, even the metallic bits are edible.

A very gamy breakfast - black bear, elk, kangaroo, boar, and duck eggs.
Luckily, I keep NYE pretty low-key, despite living in the city for it. The thought of standing in the crush for hours, in the cold, keeps me ensconced in blankets and merrily sipping champagne in the living room. However, I will still make an effort to get some sparkly photographs for those unable to witness the glitzy splendor.
What will you do to ring in the start of 2012?
Tagged 2012, Christmas treats, holiday food, NaBloPoMo, NYE, quiet holidays
My morning commutes are usually quick, rushed affairs*. By morning, I mean early morning (well, earlier than the average college student or 9-to-5′er anyway). Most city educators wake up at dawn, leave early, and clock in before 8 a.m. We must battle traffic regardless of the method used. However, I like to take in the bustling scenery around me because the city is an interesting place with interesting people and innumerable untold stories. So I leave a little earlier if I can help it. Today, I did and surreptitiously watched two heartwarming scenes as I passed by and it made me realize all the unacknowledged sacrifices parents make for their children, in the simplest of ways.
The first father appeared relatively youthful, in his late 20′s. He stood beside the yellow school bus and watched carefully as his elementary school-aged son boarded, walked down the row and sat in a seat. He instinctively moved parallel to the boy, waved with a smile on his face, and mouthed, “I love you, son!” The boy struggled with the window, cracked it open a couple of inches and replied happily, “I love you, Dad!”
The second father was older with graying hair and a slightly older child, possibly in the 6th grade. He held a small Spiderman backpack with one hand and used the other to guide his son along. The boy wore a thick black cast and boot around his left leg and struggled on the wet sidewalk with a pair of crutches. They talked animatedly back and forth. Their laughter echoed across the school yard.
These little moments matter. They help create lasting impressions, life-long childhood recollections. These fathers cared about their sons and readily expressed concern, love, and affection for them in public, and in doing so, taught them valuable life lessons about what it means to be respectable, caring parents.
*Sorry for the lack of pictures this time around. It’s difficult to snap photos when in a rush and running late for one’s train!
Posted in Culture, Good Days, NaBloPoMo, Psychology
Tagged city life, commute, father, father-son bond, morning walk, NaBloPoMo, observations, parenting, people watching, positive modeling
I don’t own a large tree; it wouldn’t fit in the apartment and nobody wants to drag it up so many flights of stairs. Yet, I’m pleased with the little thing. It stands a proud three feet in height. Similarly, I don’t own many ornaments, but it contains heartfelt meaning.

My boyfriend and I buy one ornament each year. We began this tradition when he started renting five years ago. Our ornament storage box shows off a metallic red lid to display its holiday importance, a special, glorified shoe box. I pack away the ornaments reluctantly every late January, though most are plush or metal and therefore, unbreakable. I begin eyeing the box speculatively in late October, waiting for an opportune moment to unload and cover the place in holiday cheer. Incidentally, most people note the end of Thanksgiving feasting as a proper time, but one can listen to Christmas carols shortly before after Halloween in this household.
I wouldn’t celebrate the holiday any other way. If you celebrate Christmas, when do you decorate your tree?
Posted in Culture, Good Days, Love & Relationships, NaBloPoMo
Tagged Christmas, Christmas tree decoration, holiday traditions, NaBloPoMo, ornaments
I used to shun feminine clothing, beauty cosmetics, and hairstyle trends, but something happened to my brain from the time I grabbed my college degree to when I stepped into the workforce. However, paying my way through life helps restrain my urge to splurge. Instead, I stayed within my holiday spending budget and bought gifts for others as originally planned.
Here are several items I stopped myself from purchasing:

1. Urban Decay: Book of Shadows IV, eye shadow palette - Artsy packaging, glamorous, vibrant colors, and rave reviews from many Urban Decay fans made this kit a difficult one to pass up. $64.00 USD.

2. Urban Decay Skyscraper Multi-benefit Mascara - I went from buying clear mascara to stumbling across this incredible product in a sample size. This product lengthens, curls, and separates without clumping. Long-lasting. Black. $20.00 USD.

3. New Orleans Saints PINK Tee & Boxer Gift Set by Victoria’s Secret – Sheepishly adding this one as a NY Giants fan since birth, but the team has style, NOLA is beautiful, and the fleur-de-lis symbol is classy. Lastly, my team loyalty defection has nothing to do with the G-Men’s horrific season, okay? $52.50 USD. Who dat indeed.

4. Grand Traveler in Rhythm and Blues by Vera Bradley – Carry-on compliant, bluesy, and perfect for my upcoming trip in 2012. I never check a bag and with this one, I won’t feel tempted either, $118.00 USD.

5. Fossil Starter Charm Bracelet with Charms - These charms are beautiful, chunky, and represent really memorable events in my life. A starter bracelet is relatively inexpensive. Build a bracelet or necklace order with the helpful charm builder module on Fossil’s website. My ideal bracelet lists for a total $172.00, USD.
Total money saved from the throes of reckless spending: $426.50!
You’re thinking, “Asian fusion white pudding?!” This recipe sounds strange, but this is a multicultural blog and all ingredients are up for grabs when I’m hungry and short on time.
Tagged Asian fusion, brown rice, Cantonese, foodbuzz, Irish, olive oil, recipes, risotto, sausage, stir fry, white pudding, wok
See the text in the header? Do you like it? It’s ChiSpeak.com’s official logo, a successful DIY moment, I think. I decided to take a leap and not let fear restrain me any longer after learning the mournful news of Steve Jobs’ passing. I also finally stopped procrastinating and ordered business cards from Moo.com.
You’ll see steady changes to this haven as soon as my schedule frees up, starting in 2012. I also vow to actively search for freelance projects, add writing communities/collaborative groups to my current affiliates, and increase my contributions to my current, somewhat neglected homes-away-from-home (I miss you too, fair editors of the blogosphere).
Posted in Culture, Future Aspirations
Tagged business cards, professional blog, risks, Steve Jobs