Mi Goi

Mi Goi is where I put all of my Vietnamese-oriented thoughts. If you don't know Vietnamese or will not understand Vietnamese references, it's best if you leave now. Heck, if you don't know what mi goi is, you better scat now. (it means instant noodles)

The Chinese get Chinatown. The Koreans get the Korean District. We get stuck with Little Saigon. Why? Is it because we're small people? Maybe that applies to the first generation but not so much for the following generations. Damn burgers and milk are making them bigger, taller, and much more beo. Or beo-er, if you will.

I created the directory, EasyLittleSaigon.com, because too many people were asking me where to go to eat stuff down on Bolsa. Please feel free to use it. It's got so much stuff in there, it's ridiculous. I even put in a New Wave section.

It's always been my dream to hold the first ever Coffee Shop Girl Olympics. The girls would have to perform all kinds of feats in 6-inch heels, like sweeping the floor, keeping 10 tables happy with their iced tea refills, flirting with old, ugly, smelly white guys, and making a super duper complicated sinh to.

Why do Vietnamese people insist on putting a picture of themselves on all of their advertisements? Do they think they have a trustworthy face? Do they think by showing their dang mug, we're going to run out and buy whatever product or service they're peddling? Is it because everyone sees how successful realtors are at doing it? We hate seeing pictures of realtors. They're all crooks with trustworthy faces. Thank Buddha my realtor is ugly.

Why do Vietnamese people like to hang out all day and do nothing but drink coffee and chit chat? It's like any restaurant, to-go place, or cafe has a lounge area where Vietnamese people will love to just hang out all day and do nothing but talk about stuff they don't know about.

Why do Vietnamese gangsters take off their shirts when they fight? It's not like their built like Bolo or anything.

I wrote a parody of the Gilligan's Island Song. It goes like this:
"Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of some refugees,
Who sailed away from the Vietnam coast with some bags of MSG.
The boat was a barely floating junk, the men took turns and drove,
300 refugees that sailed that day for Garden Grove, Garden Grove."

Still working on this section. Please be patient.