is located in San Carlos at 680 Laurel Street. The food is YUMMY and the service is great... particularly one Kurdish server :) I had the lamb kebab cooked medium rare, and it was tender and delish, while my dinner guest consumed a delicious Karides Guvec, Prawns -- cooked in a clay pot with tomatoes, garlic, eggplant, potato & sweet peppers served with rice. The ambiance is great -- cute, small restaurant with some authentic decorations/colors, great wine, excellent appetizer menu, great prices and perfect summer weather! My review, this is a great place for an early dinner date on Saturday or Sunday evening!
But, if you happen to live in San Carlos, then go as often as your budget permits!
For more info, take a look at restaurant pics and menu... http://www.pilitagrill.com/Menu.aspx.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Use Protection
Don't get me wrong, I love kids. And, one day, I would like to have a couple. However, a thought recently occurred to me... Children are like a sexually transmitted disease or sexually transmitted infection - however you care to look at it. I mean, if you don't use protection or have an accident, the woman first experiences no systems and then has a parasite living off of her for approximately 9 months. Then, to make matters worse, at the end of the 9-month period, a 8 pound (average) sack is excreted through her vagina! Sheesh, that sounds like one hell of an STD/STI!
My advice, keep it safe and clean people!
My advice, keep it safe and clean people!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
The Twighlight Saga: Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and more...
Yes, I am one of the millions of people to find this series absolutely intriguing and entertaining. After seeing the first film, Twilight, my interest was peeked. So, I decided to read the entire series and loved it. While the first film fell a little short in the acting area, I thought the story line was nice as it laid the foundation of what was to come. The second film New Moon, however, was much better in large part due to a new director as well as the action scenes, slightly better acting, and endless showing of tan abs from the wolfpack! However, I must say, the third film, Eclipse, is by far the best so far. You get action, lots of tan sexy abs, even better acting than the second film, and it really stayed true to tbe book.
So, now the question is vampire or wolf??? Well, let's weigh the pros and cons...
1. Jacob looks like a dog and turns into a hairy beast. While Edward is always sexy and doesn't turn into a horrific hairy monster.
2. With Jacob, one would have to be careful while you could have all the unprotected fun with Edward and no worries!
3. Jacob whines all the time about how right and perfect he is while Edward is mature enough to allow for you to make up your own mind.
4. They are both attractive although in different ways.
5. Edward is rich and, well, Jacob lives in a shack off the beach.
Suffice to say I'm on team Edward!
So, now the question is vampire or wolf??? Well, let's weigh the pros and cons...
1. Jacob looks like a dog and turns into a hairy beast. While Edward is always sexy and doesn't turn into a horrific hairy monster.
2. With Jacob, one would have to be careful while you could have all the unprotected fun with Edward and no worries!
3. Jacob whines all the time about how right and perfect he is while Edward is mature enough to allow for you to make up your own mind.
4. They are both attractive although in different ways.
5. Edward is rich and, well, Jacob lives in a shack off the beach.
Suffice to say I'm on team Edward!
Monday, June 21, 2010
Wait For The Next Elevator, Please
I decided to be a good little girlfriend and stop by The Cheesecake Factory after work to pick up a slice for my boyfriend. This was an extremely nice thing for me to do since 1) I was already super tired after a long day of work, 2) The Cheesecake Factory at the Macy’s in Union Square is always crowded and a pain to navigate through and 3) I was going to have to carry the cheesecake on the crowded city bus and try not to have it tip over and ruin its perfect little shape.
Well, as some of you may know, the elevator that leads up to the rooftop restaurant has a strictly enforced rule that no more than 10 people ride the elevator at a time. However, it is my personal opinion that if an elevator rider is the size of two people, then only 9 should ride, and so on. So, once we all boarded and there were 10 people exactly in the elevator, one of whom weighed about 400 pounds, I knew the elevator wouldn’t go far. Sure enough, the door closed and then immediately opened once the floor was selected. At this point, we all made light of the situation -- including the fatty – but the rest of us know he should have been the person to exit. But, no one budged. Everyone stood their ground, praying that the elevator would make it to the 8th floor or that chunky would get out. No such luck. The elevator closed and opened about another 5 times before finally heading up to the restaurant.
Then, once the doors closed and the elevator actually started going up, the fatty says: “now, let’s all jump!” Yes, that’s right. After the elevator, by some miracle of God, finally started to take off without getting stuck, he has the nerve to make a joke and even contemplate jumping! At this point, we all just look at him, shocked… he then just giggles and says “maybe not?”
Maybe I’m being too harsh, who knows. But, all I know is that you should not ride an elevator with 9 other people when you know you count as 2 people. Also, as a side note, if you are that person whose ass is so big that you take up 2 seats on the bus, please do NOT sit by me.
Thanks for reading. Oh, and if you get the chance, check out the cheesecake at Cheesecake Factory. It is delish – way better than I expected. So far my friends and I have deemed the following as the goodies: dulce de leche, red velvet, fresh strawberry, and the 30th anniversary chocolate cheesecake!
Well, as some of you may know, the elevator that leads up to the rooftop restaurant has a strictly enforced rule that no more than 10 people ride the elevator at a time. However, it is my personal opinion that if an elevator rider is the size of two people, then only 9 should ride, and so on. So, once we all boarded and there were 10 people exactly in the elevator, one of whom weighed about 400 pounds, I knew the elevator wouldn’t go far. Sure enough, the door closed and then immediately opened once the floor was selected. At this point, we all made light of the situation -- including the fatty – but the rest of us know he should have been the person to exit. But, no one budged. Everyone stood their ground, praying that the elevator would make it to the 8th floor or that chunky would get out. No such luck. The elevator closed and opened about another 5 times before finally heading up to the restaurant.
Then, once the doors closed and the elevator actually started going up, the fatty says: “now, let’s all jump!” Yes, that’s right. After the elevator, by some miracle of God, finally started to take off without getting stuck, he has the nerve to make a joke and even contemplate jumping! At this point, we all just look at him, shocked… he then just giggles and says “maybe not?”
Maybe I’m being too harsh, who knows. But, all I know is that you should not ride an elevator with 9 other people when you know you count as 2 people. Also, as a side note, if you are that person whose ass is so big that you take up 2 seats on the bus, please do NOT sit by me.
Thanks for reading. Oh, and if you get the chance, check out the cheesecake at Cheesecake Factory. It is delish – way better than I expected. So far my friends and I have deemed the following as the goodies: dulce de leche, red velvet, fresh strawberry, and the 30th anniversary chocolate cheesecake!
Father's Day
I am 29 years old and have never truly celebrated a father’s day. Well, perhaps that is not entirely true. I have typically acknowledged the day by thanking my mother and grandmother for being the only parents that I have ever known. But, there has never been a male figure or role model whom I have celebrated on this day.
According to the dictionary, a father is a male parent, while a parent is defined as a guardian or protector. By this definition, I suppose I am fatherless which is something I came to terms with some time ago. My “father” has never protected me from anything nor has he ever provided guidance, mentorship, advice, or any means to ensure for my basic needs and survival.
So, I guess the question is: when is it really necessary to celebrate your parent -- in this instance, a father? It is my belief that a father is a man that would, at the very least, provide the following to/for their children:
1. Offering unconditional love and support. It is quite easy to say that you love someone. But a parent should show their children that they are loved by looking out for their well-being and trying their best to make sure that their child stays on the right path.
2. Providing the bare essentials, including a place to live, clothes, food, and a means to a good education. This is not to say that the father must pay for all of these things without the assistance of the mother, but a father should at least contribute and assist a mother who is trying to do all of these things on her own.
3. A father should be present for important milestones, such as first steps, birthdays, first day of school, school graduations, first dates, wedding, etc. A true parent would try to be present for each of these things or at least offer support and guidance via phone, e-mail, etc.
4. Understanding…your parent should know and understand their child. This knowledge and understanding will help seal the bond between parent and child. If you’re never around, then can you ever really know someone? And, if you don’t really know someone, then how can you love them?
So, my question for you is – can someone really be called a parent if they are unable to at least minimally provide the above? Should we really celebrate a father when they have never been a father? My opinion is that respect and titles (such as father, daddy, pops) are earned not just given as a matter of formality. For this reason, I do not observe father’s day.
What about you?
According to the dictionary, a father is a male parent, while a parent is defined as a guardian or protector. By this definition, I suppose I am fatherless which is something I came to terms with some time ago. My “father” has never protected me from anything nor has he ever provided guidance, mentorship, advice, or any means to ensure for my basic needs and survival.
So, I guess the question is: when is it really necessary to celebrate your parent -- in this instance, a father? It is my belief that a father is a man that would, at the very least, provide the following to/for their children:
1. Offering unconditional love and support. It is quite easy to say that you love someone. But a parent should show their children that they are loved by looking out for their well-being and trying their best to make sure that their child stays on the right path.
2. Providing the bare essentials, including a place to live, clothes, food, and a means to a good education. This is not to say that the father must pay for all of these things without the assistance of the mother, but a father should at least contribute and assist a mother who is trying to do all of these things on her own.
3. A father should be present for important milestones, such as first steps, birthdays, first day of school, school graduations, first dates, wedding, etc. A true parent would try to be present for each of these things or at least offer support and guidance via phone, e-mail, etc.
4. Understanding…your parent should know and understand their child. This knowledge and understanding will help seal the bond between parent and child. If you’re never around, then can you ever really know someone? And, if you don’t really know someone, then how can you love them?
So, my question for you is – can someone really be called a parent if they are unable to at least minimally provide the above? Should we really celebrate a father when they have never been a father? My opinion is that respect and titles (such as father, daddy, pops) are earned not just given as a matter of formality. For this reason, I do not observe father’s day.
What about you?
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Your Worst Critic
Who is it really? We all judge and, if we’re smart, we all know that others are judging us…judging our actions, behaviors, style/clothing, hairstyle, career, choice of friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, etc. But whose critique is it that we fear the most? And, is that the same person’s judgment/opinions we trust the most?
So, who judges us???
1. Our teachers: Throughout school, our teachers judge our intelligence based on our test scores, level of participation, etc. However, as we all know, a lot of kids don’t give 100% in school, which means we are being improperly judged and categorized based on school and test scores alone. While some of the opinions of our teachers may be accurate, I can’t help but think most of it is inconclusive as a) kids don’t always do their best b) sometimes students cheat on tests and therefore it is not their true intelligence being tested c) teachers will many times play favorites d) the home life of a child can greatly affect school attendance and product quality, etc.
2. Our friends (including significant others): We are judged and criticized by our friends as well. Sometimes it’s because we won’t succumb to certain peer pressures from our so-called friends and other times it’s because our true friends are really trying to help us stay on the right path. These are the opinions that we should carefully weigh before discarding or taking to heart.
3. Strangers: These are the people that judge a book by its cover –--meaning, they don’t even know us but take one look and pass judgment. I believe that we are all guilty of doing this to people at some point in our lives. But, really and truly, I think these are the critiques that count the least because, how can you accurately judge something or someone you know nothing about…
4. Our family: Most people spend a great deal of time with their family; parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. For some, these people can be your best friends, while for others, these people can be your worst critics – offering constant judgment, criticism, ridicule, etc. But there are some families out there that have the most supportive relatives – who offer constructive feedback, positive reinforcement, unconditional love and support, and who allow you to make your own choices free of constant judgment/ridicule but always full of helpful insight/advice.
So, who are your biggest supporters? Who offers meaningful and helpful advice? Who is always there to kick you when you’re down? Who tells you the trust even when it hurts? Who tells you what you want to hear, even with it’s detrimental to your well-being? Who provides unconditional love, support, and friendship? And who runs when the shit hits the fan?
I guess, in the end, the old saying rings true -- opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. So, we can take people’s comments with a grain of salt. Or, if it is someone we highly respect and admire, we can take it all in and do a bit of self reflection.
So, who judges us???
1. Our teachers: Throughout school, our teachers judge our intelligence based on our test scores, level of participation, etc. However, as we all know, a lot of kids don’t give 100% in school, which means we are being improperly judged and categorized based on school and test scores alone. While some of the opinions of our teachers may be accurate, I can’t help but think most of it is inconclusive as a) kids don’t always do their best b) sometimes students cheat on tests and therefore it is not their true intelligence being tested c) teachers will many times play favorites d) the home life of a child can greatly affect school attendance and product quality, etc.
2. Our friends (including significant others): We are judged and criticized by our friends as well. Sometimes it’s because we won’t succumb to certain peer pressures from our so-called friends and other times it’s because our true friends are really trying to help us stay on the right path. These are the opinions that we should carefully weigh before discarding or taking to heart.
3. Strangers: These are the people that judge a book by its cover –--meaning, they don’t even know us but take one look and pass judgment. I believe that we are all guilty of doing this to people at some point in our lives. But, really and truly, I think these are the critiques that count the least because, how can you accurately judge something or someone you know nothing about…
4. Our family: Most people spend a great deal of time with their family; parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. For some, these people can be your best friends, while for others, these people can be your worst critics – offering constant judgment, criticism, ridicule, etc. But there are some families out there that have the most supportive relatives – who offer constructive feedback, positive reinforcement, unconditional love and support, and who allow you to make your own choices free of constant judgment/ridicule but always full of helpful insight/advice.
So, who are your biggest supporters? Who offers meaningful and helpful advice? Who is always there to kick you when you’re down? Who tells you the trust even when it hurts? Who tells you what you want to hear, even with it’s detrimental to your well-being? Who provides unconditional love, support, and friendship? And who runs when the shit hits the fan?
I guess, in the end, the old saying rings true -- opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. So, we can take people’s comments with a grain of salt. Or, if it is someone we highly respect and admire, we can take it all in and do a bit of self reflection.
Friday, June 18, 2010
People on City Buses
So, like most residents of San Francisco, I use public transportation almost daily. And, being that I live in San Francisco, I know that the local residents can be quite strange, eccentric, weird, loud, and a plethora of other adjectives. That being said, I still think that people should adhere to a certain code of conduct when riding a public city bus. With just a few simple rules that we all follow, the ride and bus wait could be a much more pleasant experience. For instance:
1. When waiting for the bus, do not block the entire sidewalk. When you do and I need to walk by you, I will accidentally (on purpose) shove into you when passing.
2. Do not stand in the bus lane to look for the bus that is obviously approaching. It is annoying to see and most of us waiting at the stop with you are secretly wishing the bus would hit you -- no serious injury however.
3. Do not try to bulldoze your way past me to be first on the bus. If the bus stops in front of me, then let me get on. If you are old or handicapped, I will let you go first -- trust.
4. Do not talk on your cell phone unless it is absolutely necessary. I don't want to know any details of your life, especially when you are all the way in the back and I am sitting in the front and can still here the unimportant details of your day-to-day.
5. If you have body odor, wash your nasty ass before taking a public bus!
6. Do not stand so damn close to me when I am sitting down. There is no need. Back your ass up and stand in the aisle, not against me and my seat!
7. Do not, I repeat, do NOT clip your fingernails or toenails on the bus! It's nasty and so are you.
8. Please note that bus riders do their fair share of people watching. That being said, don't pick your nose of your ear or anything else. We are watching, taking note, and telling all of our friends, coworkers, etc. about you. We give a full description and have likely, very discretely, taken a photo of you and sent it to several other city bus riders. We now all know who you are.
9. Don't graffiti or litter. It is dumb and inconsiderate. And, trust me, no one thinks you're cool -- not even your so-called friends.
10. Don't ever try to spit game while riding a bus. It's just lame. Oh, and the girl will never give you her real number...NEVER!
Please try to get everyone you know to use and share these helpful tips!
1. When waiting for the bus, do not block the entire sidewalk. When you do and I need to walk by you, I will accidentally (on purpose) shove into you when passing.
2. Do not stand in the bus lane to look for the bus that is obviously approaching. It is annoying to see and most of us waiting at the stop with you are secretly wishing the bus would hit you -- no serious injury however.
3. Do not try to bulldoze your way past me to be first on the bus. If the bus stops in front of me, then let me get on. If you are old or handicapped, I will let you go first -- trust.
4. Do not talk on your cell phone unless it is absolutely necessary. I don't want to know any details of your life, especially when you are all the way in the back and I am sitting in the front and can still here the unimportant details of your day-to-day.
5. If you have body odor, wash your nasty ass before taking a public bus!
6. Do not stand so damn close to me when I am sitting down. There is no need. Back your ass up and stand in the aisle, not against me and my seat!
7. Do not, I repeat, do NOT clip your fingernails or toenails on the bus! It's nasty and so are you.
8. Please note that bus riders do their fair share of people watching. That being said, don't pick your nose of your ear or anything else. We are watching, taking note, and telling all of our friends, coworkers, etc. about you. We give a full description and have likely, very discretely, taken a photo of you and sent it to several other city bus riders. We now all know who you are.
9. Don't graffiti or litter. It is dumb and inconsiderate. And, trust me, no one thinks you're cool -- not even your so-called friends.
10. Don't ever try to spit game while riding a bus. It's just lame. Oh, and the girl will never give you her real number...NEVER!
Please try to get everyone you know to use and share these helpful tips!
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