ME ME ME
The third of three children, Beefstewnoodles was born in Torrance, California, U.S.A. She is the daughter of her parents who immigrated to the States in their young adults years for higher education. The two met while studying at a University, eventually married. About nine years and one missed birth control pill later, Beefstewnoodles was conceived and born on the day her brother deemed “the devil’s coming”– August 8th.
Initially, Beefstewnoodles carved out a career in make-believe. From 1988-1995 Beefstewnoodles created and enacted stories before an imaginary audience, since she was often home alone. In 1996, Beefstewnoodles made her acting debut as an extra in her school play about the importance of recycling; she is noted for her famous line, “This is an aluminum can, it can be recycled and reduce our waste.”
I am a walking contradiction in every respect. I also tend to exaggerate. I’m animated when I talk, so I’ve thrown a few accidental punches and/or back-slaps at strangers. It would take a lifetime to write an autobiography, therefore I’ve narrowed the bits about me into a few points that may or may not portray me properly.
Naturally, being influenced by Chinese parents, the first thing that pops into my head is my academic history. Academically, I had always performed well, until I discovered Counter-Strike—a first-person shooter computer game–my sophomore year of high school. Consequently, I wrote fictitious doctor notes to escape school with my friends to play the game at Internet cafes or home. As a result, my grades plummeted; my mom and I battled like World War III, and thus I was sent off to live with my brother in Los Angeles to attend Santa Monica College upon graduating from high school in 2003. Imagine being the only cousin who didn’t go to a superstar University out of your extended family (one might be skipped over during dinner conversations at family reunions). In 2005, I told my mom that I wanted to transfer to New York University to experience a different culture and people (meet cute boys). She responded, “You’re only moving to NYC if you get accepted into Columbia University.” “Fine,” I said.
I immediately applied to transfer to Columbia University. I’m assuming by some freak accident, I was accepted. I packed up and left to NYC in the spring semester of 2006. However, being the naïve, romantic sap I was, I fell in love with someone a month before my departure to Columbia, and thus got caught in a net of emotional fury from a turbulent, long-distant relationship. Utterly heart-broken, I decided to transfer back to Los Angeles and attend USC as an attempt to salvage my broken relationship. Lo and behold, the relationship ended a month after my arrival. In the end, everything turned out well—I graduated in 2008 with a Bachelor of Arts in Art History as well as a Minor in Management Consulting, and then recruited to KPMG as an IT Advisory Associate. When I finally came to terms that I was forcing myself to lead someone else’s life, not one of my choosing, I decided to retire early and begin living my new life in a new chapter. So, I got my TEFL certification to teach English as a means to embark on a European frolic for 3 months shy of a year. Would still be in Spain sipping on tinto de veranos con limon and teaching English, but was given the opportunity to begin my beef stew noodles dream, so here I am. Not in Spain. I <3 start-ups.
Traveling is important to me because you will inevitably expand your perspective no matter where you go (neighbor’s house, next city, next state, next country, the moon). Seeing that I live on this planet, I think it’s important to understand more about it.
My approach to life is akin to a 5-year-old brat’s. I do what makes me happy (with consideration to others) and so far this MO has served me well. I’m a natural ball of curiosity, yet decisive with a strong sense of self. Hence, I explore options I have not tried, but when I realize that something is not entirely suitable for me, I move onto the next project upon completion. Though, it’s difficult to find something that I cannot derive excitement from—even the most seemingly monotonous task such as dishwashing can be entertaining. I believe I have a pretty high threshold for boredom, so if I leave, the situation has to be excruciatingly stagnant.
I admit I am restless, calculatively impulsive, but all the while I am calm. I want to experience many types of occupations to expand upon my perspective in life. Thus far, I was at one point in time a Magic Mountain photographer (the annoying ones in the front of the gate), a Magic Mountain ticket ripper, a Chinese fast-food worker, a beauty supply saleswoman, bank receptionist, bank teller, Internet cafe manager, pageant queen, Stickam.com intern, Morgan Stanley intern, commercial model/actor (I really shouldn’t say “actor” I am the world’s worst actor, actress), an IT Advisory Associate at KPMG, and a concoction at a start-up.
At one point, I hope to at least try King Crabbing. Also be on cash cab; though surrounded by smart people, because I never get those questions right. Well, rarely.
My only fears are regret and not falling in love with the one person that I will grow with for the rest of our lives. I let the former guide my life, but keep the latter in the back of my mind, to influence wiser decisions. By that I mean I have a bursting heart of passion and love, but I can be contradictorily very black and white. I despise time-wasting. I have three primary, unwavering goals in my life. Despite what path, paths, U-turns, backspins, skips, leaps, or crawls I do to get there, I will attain them. Firstly, I want to meet a man and fall unconditionally in love with one another. A manly man. Not one that whines and cries. But one that is comfortable in his skin because he acknowledges his insecurities and of course, constantly loves my company as I do his.
Second is my career. I plant to eventually return after my international frolic to open up a hole-in-the-wall join (cuisine is top secret) so I can share my culinary joys with the world and meet people of all types of taste buds. I want to be successful enough to earn the credibility and thus pervasive ability to influence people positively—help develop the confidence in all types of people to realize their respective life aspirations.
Thirdly, I want to open a theatre workshop for underprivileged children. In some cultures, such as Asian ones, you meet adults who lack the courage or will to express their opinions, especially before a crowd of people; and in a world run by egos and influence, it’s important to have your voice heard to succeed. The Asian Parent Syndrome is the primary reason for this passivity. We’re reared to believe that the goal in life is to reach stability in the most conservative manner. If we are studious and obedient, we get accepted into good schools. If we work hard, we have steady income. If we have steady income, the offspring will lead steady lives, and the cycle perpetually continues. Is that all there is to life? Really? If we all lead this path we inevitably become a race of meek professionals who find our more vocal peers get promotions here, extra perks there, while they capitalize on our talents. Therefore, theatre will offer all children a chance to explore different lives, perspectives, and speak before a crowd with confidence.
Emotional quotient is important. If you can’t manage the people around you through patience and tolerance, adapt to changes, respect differing perspectives, control your emotions, or accept yourself for who you are, then pure Intelligence Quotient won’t always help you reach your full potential.
If you haven’t gathered yet, my interests are quite eclectic, which affords me the ability to at least scratch the surface of diverse subjects in conversation. I’ve copy and pasted from my Facebook account a truncated list of interests that I am, in varying degrees, knowledgeable of:
ballet, books, brilliant people, business stuff, cabernet sauvignon, camping, cherries, clean floors, comfy beds, computers, Chinese watercolor painting, cornbread, ballet (5 years total), graphic designing, doodling, drafting paper, Ducatis, Design within Reach furnishings, fishing, football, futbol, gasoline, goat cheese, great eats, green tea, hiking, humor, integrity, interior designs, internet, Japanese pancakes, Kawasaki ninjas, lotions, mechanical pencils, medium-rare beef cuts, beef stew noodles, papayas, people watching, pineapples, pinot noir, Porsche GT3, pumpkin pie, rafting, river dancing, rock climbing, salami, socializing, Spanish guitar, sportbikes, sunglasses, sweet potato soup, technology, tennis, travel, urban art, ancient Greet art and literature, watermelon, writers, Yamaha r6′s and r1′s
Travel Experience: France, England, Singapore, China, Thailand, Malaysia, Korea (Incheon-a stamp on my passport is a stamp on my passport!), Mexico (hardly), Switzerland, Netherlands, Monaco, Italy, Spain, and Panama
Now that I’ve blathered enough to put anyone to sleep, that’s “Beefstewnoodles” more or less in a nutshell.