The UFC's next PPV event is this coming Saturday (tomorrow), because of this a bunch of guys at the office who are alleged fans have been talking and giving their analysis of what is going to happen.  This is all fine and good, but during these types of "manly" conversations, there is always one douchebag who knows every single statistic known to man...and another douchebag who knows nothing and just makes ignorant comments.  This entry is dedicated to the latter.

So the conversation starts with DB #1 spitting out the statistics he knew off the top of his head.  DB #2 walks in and immediately makes a series of douchebag comments, which takes a downhill turn when he decides to say, "Isn't it weird that all the champion fighters have been white?  Randy Couture, Chuck Liddell, I mean the fight arena is dominated by white fighters."  Of course I schooled him on Pride and run down a list of sweet Asian fighters, but afterwards I realized it runs deeper than just fighting.  Ignorant Americans are completely oblivious to anything that is un-American, especially when it comes to Asians.  Somehow the negative stereotypes of being Asian has struck so deep that we are unable to escape these confines.  When I say Asian, I really mean Asian male, because although the stereotype of Asian females still exists, it is a lot less damaging.  Some women may be shaking their heads and say that I have a double standard, but it absolutely true.   It is true and sad because the stereotypes of Asian men being nerdy, un-athletic, effeminate, etc runs so deep that many of our female counterparts believe in it too.  How many Asian females do you know out there who have made the comment at some point or another, "I only date white guys," or "I'm just not into Asian guys."  Hey, wake up you stupid cuntbag, you are fucking Asian, no matter what you do to yourself, you will always have chinky eyes and natural black hair.  How many white chicks do you hear saying, "I only date Asian/black guys."  None.  This just proves that whatever the white man made up to hold down the Asian man, has worked...and has worked so well that even Asians believe in it.  Anyway, that is for another entry. 

The main point of this rant is that we need to somehow reverse the Asian male stereotype.  Sounds hard, but it is most definitely doable and it is already happening.  The overall outlook of Americans on Asians is that they are small, weak, unathletic.  Asian men and black women have statistically shown to be the least likely to be married.  The reason - women across all backgrounds do not view Asian men as a strong, manly individual.  The root of the problem in my opinion, begins at the media and popular culture.  However, movies and tv shows only do so much...meaning sure, they may one day portray Asian men in a positive, manly light, but it may still not be looked upon as reality.  In order to solve this dilemma, I strongly believe that we need to start producing or importing some badass Asian athletes.  Sports are real, when you see a guy who has mad skills, you cannot deny that.  This is already happening with Wang, Yao, Dat Nguyen, Ichiro, Matsui, etc.  However, all these guys are too fucking "Asian," meaning they are too humble.  What does Yao do when he dunks on someone?  He fucking helps them up and then quietly runs back to play defense.  Come on Yao, you are  not in China anymore, you play for yourself, not the government.  I want to see Yao dunk on Shaq, put his hand out to help him up only to pull it away last minute and say "sike bitch," then proceed to do the beating off motion with his hand while he slowly walks back to play defense.  That's the kind of Asian guy I want to see.  A guy who is cocky as shit, but can back it up.  The day I see that happen on tv, I will rip my shirt off and get the guy's face tatted on my chest.

Back to the topic of fighting.  The reason why MMA and the UFC has blown up in the past couple of years is because it is the rawest, manliest sport available.  There is nothing more real than two guys going at it to see who is better (aka manlier).  No teams, just man vs man.  It is in our genetic code to fight.  Male animals fight/kill each other for food, water, alpha male status, sex...it is part of the Darwinian theory of survival.  If we took away all of the technology and reverted back to hunters and gatherers, we would be killing each other and it would be completely normal.  So it is no surprise that people love to watch people fight.  Now connecting this to the main theme of this entry, we need to get some of the badass Asian fighters to come forward.  The eastern half of the world is filled with fighters, yet we see none of them here in the U.S.  And in the rare occurrence that we do, he is usually getting man-handled by some white guy or black guy.  Weak.  Pride fighting in Japan is the Asian version of UFC, except it is better.  Less rules, no gay cage, and better fighters.  These Japanese fighters are fucking good and if they were to come fight for UFC, would represent the Asian community well.  They don't come to the U.S. because they have no need to.  They are treated like royalty in Japan...in America, they would not be treated nearly as well.  Cung Le is currently the only Asian-American to make any sort of noise in the fighting scene.  5'10, 180lb undefeated raging viet beating up on white dudes...it's pretty awesome.  There is also some talk about Kid Yamamoto joining the UFC...he definitely has the skills and swagger to be an international hero.  I predict in the next 2-5 years, there will be a huge influx of not only Asian fighters, but just Asian athletes in general.  The hope is that one day, Asian men will be viewed to be just as athletic and manly as men of any other color.


 

Kid Yamamoto on the left and the raging viet, Cung Le on the right...

Two entries back to back?  I'm bringing back this xanga game ha.  I know people don't write in it anymore, but I know goddamn well everyone still reads it . 

In response to my last entry, a friend asks me why I feel that NYers are all jaded and if I thought she is because she has been in the city for so long.  My answer was a quick and simple yes.  Upon further ponderance however, I now believe that everyone in this world is jaded.  Everyone is fucked up in the head some way or another.  The word jaded gets thrown around so much I almost forgot what it really meant, so I went to dictionary.com for guidance.  The first definition I come across is:

1.  a worn-out, broken-down, worthless, or vicious horse.

haha maybe if it was 1830 and I was a white cowboy.

Second defintion states:

2.  a disreputable or ill-tempered woman.

HAHA I definitely didn't know "jade" is an oldschool term for "biatch," but I guess you learn something new everyday.  Watch out, gonna start hearing it in rap songs and shit. 

I finally came across the right definition..."worn out or wearied, as by overwork or overuse."  Meh, it was basically what I had in mind.  Putting aside this long digression, I am now convinced that everyone, due to their surroundings, life experiences, interactions with people, etc, become "worn out," dull and stoic to certain things.  On the flip side, these same life factors also makes certain people apprehensive towards certain issues. 

Being a MD/DC head all my life, I am used to that environment and I love it.  Which is why it is difficult for me to love NY.  Not to say I don't enjoy my time here, cuz I definitely am and I think it's a great life experience, but am I gonna be here for long?  Not likely, unless I get filthy rich somehow.  Why do I think people in NY are jaded?  I think the lifestyle in NY is so high-paced and that people here are accustomed to a certain romanticized perception of the "New York experience."  People have distinct expectations for the food they eat, the way they work, the amount of money they make, the clothes they wear, they way they date, among other things...due to their experiences in the city and what the pick up in tv and movies.  Not to say that this is wrong, but it is drastically different to what I'm used to.  People who know me know that I don't care about the food I eat, I enjoy the occasional fine dining, but in general I eat to get full.  I work for myself and will gladly put in the hours to prove to myself that I can work hard, but at the end of the day, I could care less for my job - I want to go home to see my girlfriend or kick it with the boys.  Besides a few marquee fashion items, my wardrobe consists of t-shirts, jeans, and shorts from as far back as highschool.  I still wear and prefer the abercrombie T's, gap polos and worn out sneakers.  As for dating...I don't do the whole "I'll date 8 people at the same time and see which one I like" deal.  I don't see the point and frankly I don't have the time, energy, memory, or money to fund this type of social modus vivendi.  The point is people in NY have experienced a certain type of lifestyle and have certain high expectations on the way things should be, and when that expectation is not met, or if an experience does not match up to what they have experienced before, they may not be content. 

Everyday annoyances from your surroundings, such as an apartment with no AC during the dead of summer, people honking their cars incessantly and people running into you during your commute to work each morning, working 12+ hours, the smell of putrid garbage that line the sidewalks...all these minute factors contribute to becoming jaded.  Over time, when you experience this kind of shit everyday, your morale gets worn down and pent up frustrations start to build.  I'm sure many people go back to their apartments at night and think to themselves, "I need a fucking vacation," or "I gotta get out of here."  People love the city and hate the city at the same time.  Deep down I think everyone in the world yearns for the tranquility of a beach or the comfortable seclusion of a cabin house in the woods.  That's why people come here for a few years and then everyone wants to move to Cali, Hawaii, Alaska, etc.  Ok, maybe I'm the only one who would choose Alaska, but that is a discussion for another day. 

Interactions with people rounds up my thoughts.  Within a timespan of a year, you interact with thousands of people.  Whether these interactions are short-term or long-term doesn't really matter.  A short-term interaction with a extremely rude person on the subway can impact the way you think about "people like that" and your reaction to those people forever from that point on.  At the same time, a long term interaction with a superficial, flakey friend could have very little impact on your life.  Due to the  experiences and surroundings of NY, people here are hasty, more self-absorbed and more apathetic towards certain things (this is of course a generalization).  This type of attitude transfers from one person to two, two people to four, four people to eight, and so on.  Eventually what you have is a city full of people who have Type A personalities, who exude this "New York attitude," that people who are more laid back are considered too slow, weak, or indecisive.  For example, my boss at my old job was the nicest man in the world.  Never again will I work for such a considerate superior.  While I was job hunting in New York, I used to lie to him and say that I'm having family stuff to attend to so I have to miss work.  His response each time was, "oh ok, no problem, say hi to mom and dad for me."  He has never met my parents.  Yesterday as I call my boss here to tell him about my flooded apartment, his response was, "so what time can you get here?"  I guess working a standard 9-5 really does make you more relaxed.

Now, this entry may seem like I'm just bashing on NYers, which is totally untrue.  This is just my specific point of view. I'll admit that I'm jaded now as well, but in a different way.  I'm worn out due to a lack of stimuli, I wanted to get out, to be busy.  My experiences with people in MD have given me this "jaded" perception of people in NY and has impacted the way I make friends and who I let in.  My quiet, suburban surroundings has made me jaded towards the concrete jungle of the city.  At the end of the day, it is all what you're used to and your point of view.  So who's jaded now?  It's probably me, since I'm no longer in MD/DC.  Babies, retards, and the Moken people (look it up on wikipedia) are the only ones who are not jaded...they have no idea what the hell is going on around them.  This ignorance protects them and encapsulates them in their own perpetual world of happiness, without discrimination or influences.  When it's all said and done, in order to survive in this dog eat dog world, everyone needs to be a little bit fucked up in the head =D.     

 

Knocked Up - one sentence summary - a movie about unexpected love and unexpected pregnancies (pretty obvious).  So I totally thought this movie was going to be a mirror-image of the 40 Year Old Virgin...almost like a sequel or some shit, but it's not.  40 Year Old Virgin was ridiculously hilarious in my mind.  I remember getting into many an arguments with people debating whether the 40 YOV was funnier than Wedding Crashers since they both came out at the same time.  My verdict:  40 YOV wins.  So since Knocked Up was by the same director and essentially the same cast (minus MC Hammer, who was my favorite character in 40YOV), I thought the humor was going to be very similar.  In many ways I guess it is, but in 40 YOV I think I literally EL-OH-ELed the entire way through the movie.  Knocked Up has the same kind of shit, witty banter, funny one-liners, a lot of drug references, etc, but it wasn't as crazy funny as Apatow's previous goldmine.  The movie was a bit more serious than I thought it was going to be and a lot more random shit happens throughout the movie. 

It was pretty interesting to see the dynamics between men and women in that movie.  Even though it was a comedy, a lot of the arguments and shit that occurred could definitely happen in real life.  I think it is safe to say that women in general think men are stupid or slow, sometimes retarded, and insensitive.  Men on the other hand, don't understand how women don't understand them HAHA.  I am convinced that the majority if not all problems between the sexes stems from the differing levels of sensitivity.  Men are generally more insensitive compared to women, and because of this, less receptive of his surroundings, emotions, other people's emotions, what others have to say, what he says, what he has to do, etc.  Women, being the more sensitive half are very in tune with her own feelings, how others feel, what is going on around her, listens and remembers what other people have to say, etc.  This makes women "smarter" than men, when in fact they are just more observant and thoughtful.  When a man says, "just tell me what to do," he literally means tell him what to do...cuz he actually has no fucking idea what he's doing HAHA.  What seems utterly obvious for a woman, men probably don't even notice.  Women tend to be detail oriented whereas men look at the grand scheme of things.  Of course, all of these things are generalizations, but I think it was well depicted in the movie...gives you a better understanding of how the other side thinks/functions.  Other than that it was nice to see that a tall, pretty hot, successful, classy, blonde (Katherine Heigl) could somehow fall in love/have sex with a not so great looking but funny, dirty, pot-smoking, unsuccessful, average jewish-american (Seth Rogan). 

Kind of reminds me of how this guy -



got with her -


It is also important to note that there is an annoying, unattractive, weird, not really funny asian girl in the movie.  Watching her was the equivalent to being locked in a room with angry monkeys with long nails, each with their own black board and all of them screaming, scratching their black boards and throwing dookie at you.  At first glance I thought she was a dude, but she's a she and that made me shudder.   I did research and her name is Charlyne Yi and she is apparently a comic in LA...I wonder if she's funny. 

On a semi-related note, the black doctor from Grey's Anatomy, is apparently a raging homophobe.  I find it ironic that he's ranting on about how he hates gays when he's on a gay show.  hahah i kid.  fine i'm not.  I only bring this up  because several females have gushed about how "hot" or "handsome" he is...I honestly don't see it, but hey I also don't give a fuck.  So based on his homophobic tirade, he has been axed from the show..."oh well, tough break nigga, there's always fubu."

Ever since I started living in NY, time has fucking flew by...and I don't mean specifically my life, but just life in general.  During these arduous work weeks, time toddles by slowly...but only at that exact moment.  I bitch and moan about work, but when I take a step back and take in the grand scheme of things all I see is the blur of time rushing past me as I try to hold on white-knuckled.  Mondays blend into Wednesdays which melt into Fridays...then the vicious cycle repeats itself.  Week after week.  I still remember celebrating NYE in NYC like it was last weekend, as I turn around, I am now 24 and the long awaited Vegas trip is within two weeks.  Horribly amazing.  Things back home have greatly evolved as well.  Friends are moving out to new apartments, new relationships have blossomed, career changes, others are making the courageous move out west.  MAKING MOVES.  It is fucking great seeing people make moves, even though it will be disappointing going home and not being able to kick it like old times.  Even still, it is awesome watching your circle of friends branch out throughout the country.  What is kind of disheartening is the fact that as you watch people leave, you have fewer and fewer reasons to return home...until it becomes a fleeting memory  triggered only by holidays.  Though it hasn't come to this point yet, I can now totally see why people seldom return home. 

New York is a leech.  It takes hold and sucks the money and life out of you.   I'm constantly on edge, my body is falling apart, and I feel like I've mutated into this fucking pathetic, weak pussy.  I used to not give two shits about anything...now I fucking care about everything.  I can't sleep well at night because there is always something on my mind, and I always wake up before my alarm clock goes off...oftentimes nervous that I am late for work.  I don't mind the lack of sleep, I don't sleep much anyways.  Sleep is the cousin of death and I'd much rather be up, but I'm sure it is taking a toll on me.  In any case, I refuse to be choked out by this stress asphyxia and this faggot ass behavior from me will end starting now. 

Consulting has really spoiled me when it comes to vacation days.  Whereas I had 20 some odd days of flexible vacation time, I have a measly 10 days for the entire year, which means I have to count and plan out days so I don't run out.  You will have to physically stab me fifteen times in the chest and then go grab a doctor to officially pronounce me dead before I take a day off because I'm "sick."  The question is how to split up the vacation...5 for the summer, 5 for the winter?  6 and 4?  8 and 2?  Thinking about it...I really want to be on a beach...