<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9183216085217327456</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:58:18.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreasonable argument</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopallthenonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9183216085217327456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopallthenonsense.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zemax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04200992888979633827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9183216085217327456.post-8821584445153705169</id><published>2008-09-01T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:43:30.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>Trying to make a reasonable argument with your girlfriend, fiancee, or wife is simple unapproachable and merely impossible. This is what I had to go through that led me to here bitching about the nonsense that I had to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sasabune (http://losangeles.citysearch.com/profile/47150/los_angeles_ca/sushi_sasabune.html) the other night with her brother as we were told that is place has some kick-ass sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall experience at this restaurant was neutral, the service was good, the food was so-so and the atmosphere was so-so either. Total damage for 3 were $200+ (approx. 240ish if I remember correctly). During the dinner, I was drawing comparing from another Japanese restaurant that served similar type of food in which yes I might have over emphasized on:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fish was too thick, made me feel like I was eating at Todai&lt;br /&gt;2. Too much rice as if I was eating a bowl of rice with one slice of fish lying on top. Quite honestly, if you add up all the rice I ate that night, it could have well over 1 bowl of rice.&lt;br /&gt;3. Quality of the fish was so-so grade, at this price range my expectation were higher.&lt;br /&gt;Again, yes I might have over emphasized on 1 and 2 that almost sounded like I hated the food but no, it was merely a food critic and something that I can draw comparison with. Like the shellfish dishes I didn't made any comments because I have nothing else to compare with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was it for the dinner but more to come. We went home and I was washing dishes (and no I don't do dishes that often, I have to give her the credits for keeping this place clean) and shortly afterward, she said to me that I was being closed-minded during the dinner because I complained about every single dish as if I hated the food. In addition, she said I complained like my dad?! I was confused because I didn't know what which part I did wrong or if I was wrong anything that I've said. And mostly, I was extremely tired from work and I had to work late (what's new) so that I can take time to go out to eat with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked was I wrong about the comments that I've made at the restaurant and she said no. Now that confused me further because if I was wrong on anything that I said then I can see why she was upset but no, it complicate things further. But because I was exhausted I didn't want to deal with this bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we got into another argument about the same topic and more. I said I don't think I was wrong on anything that I said because all I did was gave my honest opinion. For a $200+ dinner, I think I entitled to make comments on the quality of the food, the service and the atmosphere. In addition, I apologized that if I have over emphasized on the food and asked was it also because her brother was there and she didn’t want me to ruin the dinner for him and then she went on and blah blah about he didn’t think that it was a good restaurant because of me "complaining" about the food, so I guess I was right on that part but she does this all the time giving her critics on the food and stuff and I never said anything like ... hey you are being closed-minded like your dad!!! So it’s okay for her to complain and bitch about other stuff but I can't do that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then again draw another comparison to try to make more sense into this argument by saying isn't it the same that we go look at properties and gave our opinion every weekend? Like this place could have done this and that to make it more presentable to buyer and they should have done this and that.... but she said no, it's not the same?!?!!! wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's okay for her cousin to bitch and cursed at things he didn't like in the restaurant and also in his brother's house and it's not okay for me to simple make a few comments on a $200+ dinner? I think enough said on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should have just shut the hell up about it but I know if I did, then this will surface some day so rather get to the root of this as I think not because of the dinner but more to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9183216085217327456-8821584445153705169?l=stopallthenonsense.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopallthenonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8821584445153705169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9183216085217327456&amp;postID=8821584445153705169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9183216085217327456/posts/default/8821584445153705169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9183216085217327456/posts/default/8821584445153705169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopallthenonsense.blogspot.com/2008/09/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>zemax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04200992888979633827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
