
I don't get it really.. and the link, while an actual website, doesn't match the picture? But it got my attention, so I guess that's the gimic. And made me think of this blog.
...And other things that, like this title, are probably not true.




  
  
So it's not a secret that Dre and I like food.  We like it, a lot.  We like eating it, we like smelling it, we like making it, and we like people who appreciate it.  There's a very cool blog called "A Hungry Girl's Guide to Taipei".  It's an english blog dedicated to reviewing the best eats in Taipei or Taiwan and has even expanded to LA or SD or other Asian countries this Hungry Girl happens to be in (Korea, China, etc etc).  Even if you don't live in Taipei, there are the LA reviews (I'm assuming most of our readers are LA based... so far :P) it's a fun read and nice to see food from other countries that isn't Panda Express (or Taipei's take on foreign foods to them!)  I think it started out as a personal blog to remember or recap food experiences, and possibly share with some others since at its inception there were no other English food blogs for Taipei, and it's blown up into a pretty big deal where last time I was in Taipei, my friends who had just moved there said "I use that site!!" and like a religion.  I think I especially like that it's not just about restaurants, but food carts and night market spots too, which are SO OFTEN my favorite foods.
So, I apparently attract all the crazies.  Something about me, or I have "SUCKER" written on my forehead, or I'm just a good person - they can tell!  Last night I was dining outdoors with my sister, aunt and a friend.  It was in a large plaza area, and people walking to and fro, but no one really bothers you.  Until someone asked how old my nephew was.  My nephews are CUTE, (Way cuter than yours, especially you Darrell.)  So that question doesn't really phase me.  Until the crazy started stroking my sleeping nephew's face and saying "Trust me. Okay?  Trust me.  Even if he wakes up, he'll be very happy.  Trust me."  Umm.. no thank you Crazy Lady?  I didn't quite know what to say.  I have this problem where I can't lie or be mean to random people and strangers, unless obviously there's a reason to or a direct affront... but you know Crazy People have feelings too... I think.  So my sister starts saying how we don't know her and she doesn't want Crazy Lady touching her son.  And I'm like yea, she's the mom, listen to her.  You'd think she'd just be like "sure, sorry" and keep walking right.  No... she starts grabbing my jacket (and my hair a little bit... ow) and yammering on about how you should follow your heart, listen to yourself, don't have any regrets, that she gets feelings deep inside and knows I'm a good person and to "TRUST ME" (she said that about sixty four times.)  She said that I was good and that I shouldn't trust anyone if I get bad feelings about them, even if I think I know them.  Not to go to temples because they'll brainwash me and read my fortune tell me bad things (and she said that she's been affected deeply by this) - and although I really am not a fan of having my fortune be told anyways, it was all kind of a little too much.  She kept telling me that the people I was current eating dinner with weren't to be trusted and she "normally" doesn't really just bother random people (really?!) but she saw me and HAD to talk to me.  Somewhere in the conversation she said "You probably think I'm drunk" out of nowhere and then later was like "yea... I'm drunk" - although she didn't really reek of alcohol or walk crooked, so my sister just thought she was crazy.  She left to go to the bathroom and then came back and started talking to me again and telling me how the people in my life were bad... and finally I just had to tell her that I didn't appreciate her insulting my friends and that she could leave.  And she did.. so it wasn't too terrible.  It just got old after the first twelve "TRUST ME"s.  My sister was cracking up to the point of tears in the background and the Crazy Lady was increasing her grip on my jacket/hair.  Not cool lady....
   
  
 



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