Good Food Review

What is good food? Some people consider cheap hot dogs off the street vendors to be delicious while others consider good food only to be steak and lobster. I personally like steak and lobster but sadly I could not afford to go to a steak house for the project and went to other places instead. Out of the two places that Jessica and I attended, I enjoyed Joy Yee Noodle more than I did Food life located inside the Water tower. Joy Yee Noodle is located in the center of Chinatown square which as its name states, in Chinatown. Food life’s setting was amazing I have to admit. They had nice dim lights which makes it perfect for a romantic dinner. The food service was decent but not the greatest. The food is left out so that the customers can get what they want as soon as they order. The service is extremely fast, but due to the fact that the food is left out, the food was kind of cold once I received mines. Overall though, it was pretty good. Joy Yee Noodle had a nice bright setting which makes it cheerful. The food was served really fast and it was pretty good. I got the Korean Beef over Rice which is basically just beef mixed with onions over rice. I didn’t enjoy it that much since I don’t like eating onions. However, since I ate there more than once, I loved their other dishes which is a mix of Asian culture. It was pretty good.

King Still King?

When the words “King” comes out of someone’s mouth, who do you think of? King Arthur? Martin Luther King? Or is it Lebron James? Most people today will assume you are talking about Lebron James. I mean who would not know how Lebron was nominated MVP twice, drafted to the NBA before even going to college, and ditched the Cleveland Cavaliers in order to join the Miami Heats in order to win a championship ring. The self-proclaimed “King” has made his legacy throughout the modern day as one of the best NBA players of all time. But it would all be impossible without the true “King” that many have forgotten throughout time.

Sure there is a national holiday named after him, but most just look at the holiday as another day off like I do. Currently, on Martin Luther King Day, I am sitting here enjoying my break. Do I really care about him as of today? No. Do I think and remorse over him today? No. I should but do I really? No. Even though I do not think about him, he may be one of the reasons I stand where I am today. No, I am not black I know that, but, thanks to him, the African American has been gained freedom from segregation and humiliation Thanks to him, Lebron James can play in the NBA. Thanks to him, Michael Jordan sells millions of shoes each year. Thanks to him, America has accepted different cultures and races. He is still the true King.

I'm A Shoe

I am a shoe. I stand below everyone else. I get trampled on by everyone. I am merely an object someone uses for their own convenience. Why walk with bare feet when you can use me for your own comfort. Well, let me tell you something. I may be small and insignificant, but I am working my way to the top. Sure there are other shoe brands better than me: Air Jordan, Nike, Adidas, Puma, and so on, but I try my hardest to match up to those top brands. No I can not make you jump twenty feet into the air like Air Jordan. No I can not help you improve your max speed with materials that weigh less than an ounce but, I am who I am. I do not try to be those who I am not. I am a unique pair of shoe that is made with threads, a sole, and laces that keep me together.

I am tired of others using me to kick balls. I am tired of others using me to make a clean walk over a pile of mud. Why do I need to be a shoe? Why can I not be a bird or plane so that I can soar above the rest?  I work harder than everyone till I have holes in the side of my stomach. I am used till I can not be used any further, but I never receive anything in return. In return, I am tossed to the garbage and treated like filth. Musty socks and sometimes even bare feet come inside of me to create a stench so bad, that it will last my whole life time. I am a shoe.

Winter Poem

The blue wintery sky
was like a fluffy pie.
White as cream,
makes me want to scream.
Stupid snow makes my shoe filled with marks,
each like a pain to my heart.
I hate winter,
like a baby hates splinters.