YAY PLEY!
I got in!
And on another note, is this not the most fucking hilarious review of white boy asian food, PF Changs?!
Seriously, only J$ is allowed to be this white and bastardize asians in such a manner…
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Fxxxin’ P.F Chang.
My Boring Ex-Asian girl friend about 8 years ago.
She was pretty good lookin’ but so pathetic idiot with scanky lookin’ whore who loves swedish massage and drink like a fish and eat like a rat in the ChinaTown.
“That” was a mistake.
Fxxxin’ PF Chang.
Going out with her was a nightmare.
She was always trying to get so drunk and bitchin’ waning for anything happened to her day and lookin’ for a fight and went to eat Cheeseburger later.
I said to myself, “Hope I was a bit younger? Nah!”
So, I dumped her.
She FXXXed me good but I dumped her for good and I was happier after!
So, I have learned a lesson that if someone FXXX you good that doesn’t mean you two are happy. And might be something wrong in the relation ship too.
I finally found out the difference between FXXX and Love.
Fxxxin’ PF Chang.
I still remember that one of my class mate Eric, he didn’t want to break-up with his drunk girl friend because he didn’t want to be alone.
I said to him, “Get rid of the drunk Bitch and find another one, dude!’
He said, ” I don’t know. I just don’t know I can do that. I don’t know I want to look for a girl from scratch again.”
I said, “Scratch? You are not a counselor of A meeting, are you? What the FXXX? And you don’t want to spend any time to look for a right girl? What a lazy bum you are! You are done Eric, you are Fxxxin’ done.”
He married her later.
And she divorced him 2 years after.
Fxxxin’ PF Chang.
When I was at P.F. Chang’s Emeryville, I saw there were few top management officers were in the kitchen inspecting checking every thing. latino cooks, meats, veges, dish washer, refrigerator, floor, plates, bathrooms, Every Fxxxin’ thing.
I said to myself what the Fxxx?
I was eating Fxxxin’ Chowmein and Potsticker and shit.
It’s FXXXin’ Chinese Food dumbAss!
Why inspection is needed?
You don’t trust Latino cooks making Chowmein?
This was FXXXin’ pathetic.
Clean Kitchen Chinese restaurant won’t be Chinese restaurant.
Wait-staff were very nice though.
But why do I have to pay more for Asian Fusion with Non-Asian wait-staff rolled up Mushu pork for you!
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What am I? Crippled? No hands customer?
Am I Crippled Master?
http://www.youtube.com…
But I want my Mushu rolled up by my self, So No Thank You!
Fxxxin’ PF Chang.
I don’t get it.
Fxxxin’ over priced.
Same shit like Elephant Bar.
P.S., Jason C said, ” bet even Cripple Master could probably roll his own mushu. PFXXXX’ing Changs!”
Say What?
PFXXX’ing Chang?
Addicted to Yelp!
And awaiting a confirmation to Pley! If I don’t get one, I think I’ll even yelp about that.
What is it that people find so strangely satisfying about ranting and raving for all to see? The feeling of importance? The desire to belong to a community?
Everyone’s got a reason and mine is simply because I used it to much I felt I needed to give back.
On a side note, one of the funniest things I’ve read is from Keane: Asians must unite to form Voltron!
Damn straight.
You know who’s an awesome friend?
Strangely enough, of all the people I know, one of the few that touched my life was a total stranger only 6 months ago.
The most wonderful sound in any language to that person… Justine. I wanted to take the time out to thank this person for two things she said to me:
10:09: Justine: i have the CUTEST pic of us
17:03: Justine: jason one day you will wake up and everything wont hurt
How cool is that? Someone can quote from swingers
but it makes all the difference in the world. Among all my friends, nobody ever said:
17:05: Justine: jason do you want to get dinner tonight?
I met this gwai gum for a reason. I owe this person the world. What a fucking awesome homey. SRS.
Amelie tribute
Things I dislike:
1. When people tell you they’re busy, but in reality, they’re sitting on their ass doing nothing and just too lazy to come hang out with you
2. People giving me weird faces when I tell them the truth (Hey, you asked)
3. Turning my head to one side to stare out of a window for too long (my neck gets sore and cramped), e.g., like out of an airplane window or if you are seated sideways to a front stage
4. The smell of papayas
5. Hearing from others that people talk shit about you
Things I like:
1. The feeling when you hear a new song and excitedly rush to download it and want to put it on repeat
2. The smell of gasoline
3. The smell of asphalt after the first 10 minutes of rain
4. The feeling of grabbing a fistful of sand, then letting the sand pour from your closed hand
5. Hearing the loudspeaker at the airport when you’re waiting for your airplane at the terminal
Random tidbits about me @ the moment
1. What’s your favorite and least favorite cuisine? (i.e., Italian, Indian, Thai, etc.)
Currently, I’m on a sushi kick. Well, no that’s wrong. I am ALWAYS in the mood for sushi. I just ate at Rumble Rock last night to review it (thinking I was the first — silly me!). Wait, this is a tough question! Okay, if I had to pick one ethnic cuisine, I would pick Japanese, too. It’s a tough choice between Japanese and Korean, but Japanese because of the variety. Not trying to copy you, I swear, but Sushi is so rad and delicious its sheer ass kicking powers and ability to induce mouth orgasms cannot be denied.
Least favorite food would be… Hmm… Probably same as you, something overly greasy and cheesy. Chalk this up to the lactose intolerance and fact that greasy food doesn’t settle well in my stomach. So I guess my least favorite would be American cuisine. I can only eat so many hamburgers, fries, and steak before I vow never to eat it again. I think the last time I ate a hamburger was 1 month ago, and before that, even longer. Do sliders count, though? I’ll eat those if they have kobe beef in them.
2. Do you cook? What’s the last thing you cooked?
I love to cook, but like you, don’t do so enough regularly. The last thing I cooked (this weekend) was bunny chow: http://www.recipezaar.com/Bunny-Chow-and-Its-Durban-Curry-220077 I recently went to South Africa and it was one of the few things I could bring back and share with all my friends… I had to practice before I invited everybody over. It was… so-so.
Asparagus Risotto sounds awesome, though. Baking is cooking as well, even if you’re making instant cookie dough or supermarket pizzas. As long as you’re heating it yourself or preparing the majority of it, I consider it cooking.
3. Are you an adventurous eater? Would you prefer to stick with what you know or try new things?
Ever see Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern? http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Bizarre_Foods I am a totally adventurous eater! I’ll try anything twice. It took me 6 years before I developed a taste for Uni. Still can’t eat Nato, though. I prefer to try new things all the time
I’m relatively open to trying new, weird and different things. There are times when I’d rather just go w/ what I know, so I go both ways. I know what I like, but I also like trying new types of food and restaurants. I don’t do that as often as I’d like to though… Not to mention, I have no clue or any new types of food unless I’m introduced to someone who knows about them or see it on TV/read about it in a book.
4. Is there any food that you totally avoid or completely dislike? (i.e, onions, raw oysters, curries, etc)
I don’t like slimy, mealy (like an over ripe apple) foods or things that coagulate. If someone is overly greasy and cheesy as well, and it turns into a solid substance that can float, I tend not to want to eat it in that state of matter. Hot is fine, just not solid and mealy. I also don’t eat coagulated pork’s blood in Chinese Jook. Slimy is a texture thing, and it’s why I don’t eat nato (I can slurp oysters, though). I can eat cold pizza, though if it’s not too cheesy.
5. What are your favorite pizza toppings. Thick or thin crust?
Chicken, onion, and BBQ sauce (thank you CPK! I ate this in high school at the first CPK). I am a huge fan of the salty/sour/sweet mixture. Actually, wait, this is a tough question because I just had an scallops/shrimp/cream sauce based pizza from pizza orgasmica that was off the hook. http://www.pizzaorgasmica.com/menu/27aphrodisiac.html
But aside from specialty pizzas, anywhere that has BBQ does it for me. I do not like thick crust because it tends to be too gooey and filling and prefer thin.
6. Last few restaurants you’ve tried and liked?
My friend went to Blue plate on a date and said it was great! Chez Mamam supposedly has the best burgers EVER (according to my foodie buddy), so I’m dying to try them. I’ve had Chez Mamam for dinner and it was quite good. Hey, we have similar food tastes!!!! =D
The last restaurant I tried was Rumble Fish sushi on California/22nd. It was disappointing. Before that, I had Fonda on Solano (so-so) and Angeline’s Louisiana Kitchen (awesome). I liked them for different reasons, but Fonda didn’t really do it for me.
Here’s my review on Angeline’s:
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It’s safe to say if you have two dinners within 1 hour of each other, the second dinner better be delicious and mouth watering in order to get you to eat (or the first dinner must have sucked, or you’re just an oinker, which I am).
This was a second dinner was indeed, all that. Unfortunately, I went with a religious girl who could not eat pork, so I couldn’t enjoy the ribs or gumbo, or jambalaya (no sausages *sad face*). However, the wild mushroom jambalaya was great, the fried oysters were not overly battered, and the brussel sprouts were cooked in enough butter and sugar to make you toot all night.
And beignets!!! But with no hot chocolate or coffee?! It was fried LA style and tasted of used kitchen grease — in my opinion, the only way to get it to taste the best. Fresh oil just doesn’t carry the extra salty/floury flavor that used grease has.
I would love to come back and try their pork dishes! A definite repeat for me.
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7. Your favorite fast food joint?
Del Taco. It’s from So Cal, but it’s AWESOME. McDonald’s for lunch if I want soft serve and french fries. Nuggets and soft serve work well, too.
WOW! Look what you did!
Okay, let’s make the next theme Biology related!
1. What’s your favorite animal and why? Real or imagined is fine.
I like snakes. I’ve always been fascinated in them because they’re so eerie and beautiful, silent yet deadly (no, not like a fart), and shiny with a temperature cool touch. They give embraces or bites of death, and can eat so much they don’t have to eat for a month while remaining active. I also love the fact they don’t blink. Amazing creatures.
2. What’s your favorite type of animal to eat? =P
I would say Pork, because pork can come in so many different iterations: pork chops/ham/bacon/tokyo-x, bbq pork, spicy pork, chasu… MMMM!!!!
3. If you could turn into any type of animal, what would that be?
I would turn into a Harpy Eagle so I could fly away and escape, while being able to swoop down and impale something with my talons. They’re also weird and cool looking: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harpy_eagle There’s something liberating about flying…
4. Is there any animal you are scared of? Insects included…
I am scared of hornets. In general, I am scared of flying stingy things because as a child, I was stung so many times by bees/wasps growing up in the east coast, that I have a very realistic and healthy fear of them. Also, when I visited Asia, seeing the giant asian hornet freaked me out knowing that thing could bite AND sting you.
5. Do you have any pets? If not, what would you get?
I don’t have any pets but I grew up with a doberman. I would get a Staffordshire bull terrier if I got another dog again. They’re so awesome for small apartments, have low energy levels, and are loyal to people.
6. Is/are there any animal/s that you had/have as a teddy bear?
I had pink bunny looking thing (looked like a mutated care bear) that I grew up with. After that, I had a white gund bear, then a koila that my friend from australia bought me. Now, since I’m too old to have such things, I have a body length pillow but I have a penguin that serves as my CD case. The CD’s go inside his stomach.
Purpose Driven
Purpose, in its most general sense, is the anticipated aim which guides action. It is used as the synonym of goal and objective.
Sometimes, when you are blindsided with a life change, positive or negative, your purpose in life becomes obscure. Love is a big purpose and meaning of life for many people. So is the innate biological urge to procreate. But what do you do when you become satisfied in your relationship and seek higher spirituality and a greater sense of meaning? What if you do not have love in a relationship to use as a purpose? Where is the drive?
I thought long and hard about what this all meant. For me, I realized that attaining an answer to such a question would require a large amount of blind faith backed by concrete or imagined truths that evidence your faiths and beliefs. Without such purpose, you are entrenched in a low awareness state of living that can be construed as shallow or myopic, lending to a bitterness that prevents you from becoming truly happy. After all, isn’t that what we all want? To be happy? Or is happy merely a state of denial and content, that when questioned, forces one to confront the reality that they are not really happy when questioned about their life? Are we, as humanity, destined to something greater, such as we over me?
Purpose in life could be the belief someone will love you forever, or that God is the creator of the universe. Answering such a question would allow one to focus on the other aspects of life without having to be perpetually haunted by such ponderings poking into your side like a thorn you cannot remove.
Does this blind faith allow you to be more effective and congruent with living a fulfilling life? I believe so. At the base level, my take is that psychology would dictate that if my power of concentration were focused on a goal that is attainable without the constant distraction of wondering my purpose, that goal would become far more achievable in a shorter amount of time. What do you think? Does religion or love or a belief allow you to overcome whatever it is that holds you back in life?
Kill yourself
There are times in your life that remind you that you need a wake up call. That time was last night.
But before I get to that, let me give a little bit of history on what happens to me every so often.
There was a very brief period in my life when I gained 40 lbs and shyly carried it. I had blown out my knee during a failed showboating attempt for a girl at Heavenly and used the excuse to become a lazy bastard who did nothing but eat chips and ice cream. Then one day, I decided I would lose the weight and become a runner in order to test out the knee surgury’s success. In essence, I killed my old out of shape ass and emerged Jason 2.0, the epitome of health and fitness who then went on to motivate and encourage others in their lives to do the same. Fast foward a tiny bit and I’ve helped others to run marathons, go on fitday.com, lose weight, and inspire themselves to achieve the physical fitness they’ve always desired but did not know how to attain.
Then there was a time I was in love. She cheated on me, we broke up, and for the past 3 months, I lied to myself and went out in celebration under the guise that I was getting over it. I basically turned into the social animal that manifests itself whenever I’m hiding from something. I was hiding from the pain and anguish that I had every right to feel. It took a really awesome friend to tell me the painful truth.
So now, as I sit here reflecting on the debauchary that happens with too much alcohol consumption, I realized that the reputation and self respect that I had worked so hard to achieve could, could come crashing down in a single night. Warren Buffet said “It takes 20 years to build a reputation and five minutes to ruin it. If you think about that, you’ll do things differently.” As an adult, I must think and do things differently.
Here are the things I did wrong:
1. I left a friend inebriated when I should have taken care of her
2. I missed my flight to Los Angeles
3. I spent way too much money
4. I called my friend arrogant (which is against the first rule of Dale Carnegie: don’t criticize, condemn, or complain)
5. I accidentally dialed my Mom while in a loud bar, further affirming her belief that I am a spawn of Satan and too immature to settle down
I probably did a bunch of other things I regret. I duly apologize. So quote Chris Schugart and steal a passage from one of my favorite articles, I’m going to kill myself again. I am going to eschew hiding behind social “walls” and really let my feelings come out. I need to go back to the drawing board and do a little bit of soul searching and growing.
I suppose “kill yourself” is a harsh way to describe reinvention or recreation or whatever soft and fluffy term you want to use, but I like it. It’s more accurate. I think what separates those that “do” and those that “don’t” has something to do with being able to change. Like losing fat, building muscle and changing your physique, change in other areas of your life doesn’t come easy. But if you’ve done one you can do the other.
Think about it. It takes a lot of willpower and dedication to hit the gym and make radical changes in how you eat. Most people simply can’t or won’t do it. If you can and will, then you’ve really bolted from the herd, haven’t you? If you’ve changed your body, what else can you change?
Answer: Any damned thing you want. What do I want? To become a better human being with more compassion, understanding, and experience in order to support everybody I come in contact in a positive way.
Parents are oblivious
Either that, or I’m too “delicate,” as my Mom put it. There is an extent to which people allow other’s opinions to bother them. Most of the time, I can shrug off any negative opinion without batting an eyelid. However, when your parents, siblings, or best friends say things to you, it can get under your skin knowing that it comes from someone you care about.
I remember my Mom telling my brother she wished he was dead after he accidentally dropped her watermelon onto the pavement. He burst into tears and still remembers it to this day. My Mom told me I needed eye surgery and suggested that I was too sensitive when I respond negatively to any of her comments. She called me delicate. I called her a bitch. We laughed.
I meant it.
Random thoughts and observations 