Drag-A-Venature I: Introducing Mariah Scary

The year is 1999. When I was still living in San Diego, attending college. (As you can see, I have done some crazy wild stuff during that time of my life.)



At that time, Mariah Carey’s “Heartbreaker” was a big hit on the radio. So, on that Halloween, I dressed up as the Good Mariah, while Duckie dressed up as Bianca, the dark-haired evil Mariah from the music video. My other friend, Danni, who’s boyfriend dislike the idea of his ‘hubby’ dressing up as a woman, threaten to breakup.. So, Danni didn’t dress up and stayed at home.

Let me discuss the process of making Mariah and Bianca. First of all, we have never done drag before. We’ve just thought that it’d be great idea to try something different on Halloween for a change. I have been a Cowboy, Karate Kid, Dead body, Karate Kid II, Cowboy with Lasso, Karate Kid III and a bag of garbage in the past. Duckie had went from Aladdin to Aladdin and to Aladdin in the past couple years.

It was our time to shine. It was our time to use the famous glitter and pearl-surface nail polish.

Yes. It was the time for us to become butterflies. Spread our wings and inject horror graphic images into people’s memory.

Wigs are not cheap, let me tell you. We wanted to look good, but the cheap wigs that are sold at local drug stores looked like crap. It will totally made us look like trash.

So, I did extensive research on where to purchase cheap or used wigs… Then finally, in North Park, we located a cheap wig store.

I bought a blond wig, that I can use for good Mariah. While Duckie picked up a Cleopatra styled black wig.
They were perfect. A bit expensive, but when it comes to looking good… We were willing to spend a little more.

So, we’ve got the wig, I’ve bought a bunch loads of make-ups from the 99 cents store (Maybe this is why, now days, I look older than my age), and GLITTER gels.

Customs was a pain. Since there are not a lot of women dresses that will fit our masculine body frame, and also matches the ones that were used in Mariah’s video. We’ve gone from stores after stores, searching for that perfect dress. I even felt like, I was re-living the days before my prom night… But this time, I was looking in the women’s section.

Then miracle happened.

Duckie: “Wayne.”

Wayne: “Yeah?”

Duckie: “You know, I can make clothes.”

Wayne: “What?”

Duckie: “Why don’t we go buy the fabrics, then I’ll make the customs.”

I have never knew Duckie has that talent… So, we went to a fabric store near his house and found what he can use for his custom. (Oh, I found my custom already. Since Mariah wasn’t wearing much in the video, all I needed was a pink bra-top. I found it at Sears.)

Duckie magically made a red mini oriental patterned skirt along with a matching purse he made using the left-over fabrics.

I stuffed my pink bra-top with water balloon (I gotta be bouncy), while Duckie used his socks.

Our makeup session was more of a joke. Instead of making ourselves drop dead gorgeous, we ended up looking like walking zombies. But heck, we didn’t want to waste anytime.

I put on my pink sandals.

He put on his black high heels.

And we went out. Exposing our bodies to the public.




Wondering on the street of Hillcrest, San Diego was fun. People were surprised to see Duckie and I holding hands, jiggling down the street like one of those two-for-the-price-of-one suckie suckie deals. A couple of lesbian friends that I know from school saw me.

“WAYNE! OH MY GOSH!”

“WHAT HAPPENED?”

“DAMN!”

“I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU LIKE THIS!”

I grinned, sat my ass on the edge of the coffee table, and struck my right finger into my mouth….

“It’s the magic of Halloween”

I gave them a wink, then wondered off with Duckie. For the people who knows us, they were all shocked by our dazzling combo. We posed, we danced. We giggles and we bend over against the parking meters on the streets, showing off our asses to the cars on the street. We were the two pixies among the monsters that crawl and dominate the streets on Halloween.

It was great.

We managed to catch a “Boy Scout” near the end of the night.



(Duckie didn’t want to expose his handsome face to the internet horn-dogs, so, I made him a bitch-face for this picture.)

Superhero Waymo

I came across this Superhero machine, and created my ultimate Superhero: Waymo!



I got the name "Waymo" from someone.... Ahem. Yep. You.

Memory from the Past

Okay, guys, I admit it. I have done drag before. Which, I will write about (and post exciting pictures) up here. But just to start off with the entire drag thing... I would like to introduce you to Black China. A friend of mine back in San Diego - who is a total knock out among the Asian Drag Queens. Don't be fooled by his/her makeup... When he is out of his glamours outfit... He's so butch looking and acting... That your jaw will drop onto the floor and knock a couple of teeth out.

Here is a Black China comic:

Walking on the Sapphire Floor

On the subway, I patiently hold onto the metallic handle provided for the passengers. Looking at the LED sign hanging from above, I though to myself.

Good. I can still catch the Train.

With every stop, more people marched in and pushed me further back toward the entrance on the opposite side. Due to lack of air circulation, the aroma of sweaty human bodies quickly filled up the air.

Two more stops. Two more stops.

Then I noticed at the direction where my right hand is, stood a tall handsome fella.

Status? Okay, he’s around 5’11 tall, 160 lbs., strawberry blond hair, and light blue eyes. He was wearing a Kenneth Cole dress shirt with faded red strips, dark khaki pants, black leather belt with gold buckle, and a pair of black shoes. He had button down his shirt, exposing his chest to open air. (In this case, the stuffy aromas)

He’s pretty good looking. As if he can starring in his very own Old Spice commercial. However, either he has been drinking or really got exposed to the sun, he was red from the forehead down to his chest. I mean, he looked like a walking tomato.

Anyway. In the very little space giving on the subway, everyone was leaning against each other. It just happened, that he was leaning against the pole that my right hand was holding onto. During the time before the subway arrives at Penn Station, the back of my hand was totally rubbing against his rib. (Yes. Rib cage, the area above the belly button, blow the nipples, and a little under the arm pit.) Okay, that area.
His skin was very warm. Though the thin layer of the shirt, I can sense every breath he takes.

My right knuckle rubbed against his body along with the subway movements.

Does he mind? I mean, does he know that he is leaning on my hand, not the pole?

So at the second stop before my destination, I moved my right hand a little to let him know that he was leaning on something that is living. Apparently, he didn’t care much. He didn’t move or back off. He maintained his position, and seem to be careless of the situation.

Oh, what the heck. I guess I’ll just kept on rubbing my knuckle against his body. Oh yeah baby, bring it on. (And no, we didn’t exchange eye contacts. He looked pretty blanked out. I was too shy to look at his direction anyway.)

So the subway arrived at the Penn Station. I rushed down the stair, cutting, dodging though the people like a ninja, and made my way to platform 18. (Catching the train is more important than checking out the tomato guy.)

Phew. Just in time.

But the train was packed with people. I walked from cart to cart to find empty seats. I mean, I usually don’t mind standing, but I was really tired. I just had to sit down.

Right after I stepped into this cart, I noticed something unusual.

This car is darker than the most. I mean, all the lights were lit up, but there were shades of darkness surrounding the entire cart. The air was filled with an unusual aroma. Different from the sweaty body scent… This one was more… Clean. But I couldn’t figure what kind of scent it was.

Then I look down on the floor… The floor was blue. Some areas had darker shades of wet stain.
Great, someone spilled the Gatorade on the ground. (Probably the FIERCE flavor, since it contains dark purple/blue food color.)

Damn, someone must have spilled a case of Gatorade. They are all over the place.

So, I made my way down the walkway. I was expecting the floor to be sticky. But it wasn’t. And the air is suppose to very citrus-ishy, like the Gatorade. But this CLEAN smell was nothing like it.

People who have already been sitting down seem not bothered by the unusual atmosphere. So, I joined them. I found an empty seat near the entrance to the next cart. Sat my butt down, and leaned my head back and let out a brief sigh.

All of the sudden, my brain start to work as if I had a fresh cup of coffee. I remembered it. Yes. I knew it.

The CLEAN smell is just like our toilet bowl cleaner.

And its blue!

I turned my head to the right.

“Restroom” – the sign reads.

I didn’t even realized that I was sitting next to the restroom.

My eyes followed from the “Restroom” sign down to the floor. Then I saw a bunch of blue liquid flooding out of the edge of the door.

ACK! Someone flooded the toilet!

In my head, I had the image of someone took a long and big dump in the toilet, and was unable to flush it down. So, all the pee, poop, and chemical flooded out and made their way to conquire the entire cart.

I jumped up, grabbed my bag, and fled into the next cart.

Warm Liquid

Beep Beep Beep Beep – The sound that pulled me back into the real world. My alarm did what I told him to do. To wake me up 6:00 AM in the morning. Since I didn’t see the need of going to work early, I set the alarm clock to ring at it’s usual hour.
Flipping around, it took me a while to really get my ass out of my bed, and made my way to the floor. (For those of you who didn’t know, that I sleep on the ‘2nd floor’ – as what my sister and I called my loft bed) I felt a strange sensation. A stream of warmth. Like thick white warm milk. About to come out of the inner part of my body.

This is exactly the same feeling I had, when I was 12. I was laying on my bed when this feeling woke me from my sleep. Instead of getting up, I slept though. The next day, when I woke up, I was covered with… Ahem. No, I know what you are thinking, but that’s not it.

The warmth feeling came from the upper region of my nose. As the warm juice made their way down, I quickly place my right hand over my nose and mouth. Grabbed my shower towel with my left hand and I dashed toward the bathroom.

Blood.

Blood, running down my nose and over my lip.
Blood, flowing down my lips and down to my chin and landed in the sink.

For some reason, the image of Carrie, at her prom night flashed in front of my eyes.



I leaned my head above the sink, while reaching for the toilet paper. But it was out of reach.

I struck my left finger up in my nose and moved 3 steps to my right. I grabbed a couple sheets of the toilet paper and rolled them up. As if I was making my own personalized tobacco. And replace my finger with it. (No, I don’t smoke – I just have to clarify that)

While waiting for the bleeding to stop, I washed my hands with soap and wiped the sink clean.

I took a rather ‘cool’ shower with the nose-plug this morning, and after that, everything went back to normal. As if, nothing happened. I was clean, fresh, and smell hella-good. (Thanks for my delicious Japanese body soap)

Sipping on my large Dunkin’ Donuts Coffee Coolatta, I made my way to work. Turned my computer on, and the printer, and unlocked my drawer.

Then all of the sudden. The warmth feeling came up again.

“Sh*t.”

I grabbed the napkins that had been sitting on my desk over the weekend, rolled them up and shovel them up my nose. Placed my right hand over my nose and mouth again and made my way to the restroom.

And, I repeat the process of rinse my face clean while having wet tissue stuck in my nose. Sometimes, I wonder if this will make my nose-hole bigger…
I looked up to check to see if there are any stains left on my face. In the mirror, my face did not look good. I mean, I looked so pale this morning. So pale and so tired. I thought my usual daytime facial lotion would keep me radiant and healthy looking… But it didn’t do its job today. (Clarification, my combination – troubled facial skin is very funky. If I don’t put lotion on certain area, the skin will turn red and start peeling, while my t-zone produces loads and loads of oil. I usually apply a thin layer of daytime lotion with sun block on my face, just to keep the dry areas moist – plus it make my entire face shining, not just the t-zone area.)

After I returned to my desk, I sat down on my chair, asking myself what could have caused this to happened.

Oh yeah, I picked my nose when I got off the bed this morning.

Ack. Bad habit.

Romantic Goth!

Picture a blur of velvet, candle-lit baths, rainy
afternoons, a locket of hair: Romantic Goths
are denizens of the intuitive sensual world.
Every moment is tragic in its passing, every
kiss unique and lost in time. Only love
overcomes the senselessness of existence.
Romantic Goths are notorious for having disastrous
relationships because of their fantastic
expectations. However, when two of them fall in
love with each other, the result is a powerful
and sometimes fatal relationship that inspires
even normal people.


What Type Of Goth Are You?
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Disastrous relationships, Oh damn! This thing is accurate!

Image of the Day

I got this off a link from PA001.

We Met

Well, I have finally met one of my devoted readers this past Wednesday. (Yes, You, I’m talking about you.) We have planned to meet at Flushing, Queens at 8:30 PM. Since my sister is on vacation, I was thrilled to the fact, that I get drive her car. Anyway, I was really confident that I will be at Flushing right on time. I even have the coins prepared for the parking. Little did I know, I ended up entering the wrong entrance, and went further east of Long Island instead of Queens. By the time I realized that I was heading toward the wrong direction, it was already 8:15…

By the time I arrived at Flushing and finally meet up with my devoted fan, it was already 9:00 PM. I was 30 minutes late. –Oh-My-Gawd- Me? The always on time Me?! 30 minutes late!?

My poor fan, stood there, so patiently – looked back at me. (I will call my devoted reader FANNY from now on, to prevent future harassment from cyber-stalkers. See, I’m so considerate.)

“It is okay.”

“So, how long have you been waiting here?”

“I got here 5 minutes late.”

Oh, okay, so Fanny has been waiting for 25 minutes. And that didn’t made me feel good. I felt so bad. What a way to ruin my grand entrance. –Sigh-

“Sorry, I’m so late!”

The Fanny gave me a little plastic bag-warped object.

Ah, it was the CD that was mentioned in the email. Songs that Fanny wanted to share with me.
And to my surprised, the CD cover art is composed with the photo of my dearest doggie!

Next to the CD, sits a packet of Clean & Clear Oil Absorbing Sheets.

“Ah…”

I was speech less. I mean, I was totally speech less. I knew about the CD, but not this.

“Oh Sh*T.”

“Gawd.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

Fanny read this article I wrote last month, and he got me the oil absorbing sheets. That was very thoughtful. I mean, super thoughtful. I was totally caught by the surprise.

Most of the time, I consider myself a very ‘claim’ person, where I’m very rarely got caught in something unexpected. Even the blackout didn’t freak me out as much.

But a packet of oil absorbing sheets left me speechless for 35 seconds.

Then we head to dinner at a Taiwanese restaurant. I ordered a bowl of dry noodles with meat sauce and Fanny got a plate rice dish.

I ordered two appetizers. Fried Smelly Tofu and Fried Fish Cakes (Recommended by the Waitress, not bad.)

So, the night went on. We chatted about whatever and whatever and eat the food we ordered.

Just after that we are both feeling full. I noticed the marinated egg sitting on Fanny’s plate.

“You not gonna eat that?”

“No.”

“Do you have any idea, that the mother chicken spent a very hard time to get that egg out of her ass. Hoping that the egg will one day become a chicken, or used for a purpose. She will cry if she found out that this egg, will end up in trash tonight.”

“I don’t really like to eat eggs…”

“Oh, okay. Don’t worry about it. The mother chicken is probably dead already. She won’t know.”

Then we took a walk around (more like, back and forth) on Main Street… Then around 10:45 PM, we ended the night.

Feeling rather sleepy, I blasted my car stereo with Japanese pop songs… Sang my way back home. (No, I don’t speak Japanese. I blahed along with the music.) And yes, I did manage to find my way back home.

Little did I realize, the to-go box containing the left over Stinky Tofu totally made my sister’s car smell like fart…

* * * * * * * * *

Yesterday (Thursday), I took out a sheet of the Clean & Clear Oil Absorbing Sheets… “Cool. It’s blue.”

Then I applied it on my forehead and then pad down to my nose, cheeks and all over.

I was shocked to find, that the entire sheet turned ‘clear.’

Yes. After the sheet has absorbed enough oil, it turned clear. See-though.

“Damn, that’s a lot of oil.”

I got this from Crashy.

If you want to participate, leave a comment saying "interview me" or send me an e-mail.
I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
You will update your journal with the answers to the questions.
You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

1. If you could trade lives with anyone, who would it be and why?

Nada. My life is just as good as everyone else. :) If I trade my life with another person, then I won't be "Wayne" no more, right? The experiences that I build my life upon, has made me who I am. And I will never trade it with anyone.

2. What reality TV show would you most want to appear on?

Boy Meets Boy. So I can grab James and hug him and kiss him and smooch him and squeeze him into many little tiny pieces.

And I will do the same to the rest of the contestants - including the straight ones.

Then back to James.

I would also like to hop into the set of Queer Eye for the Straigh Guy, and do the same to Kyan.

Nah. Now, seriously, I would like to be on The Restaurant. Since I have worked with Catering services before, I can totally relate to their experience. So many times, when I watch the show... I'd would end up screaming..."Damn it, Foo, Let me show you how it is done!"

3. What is most beautiful about you?

That is a tough one. I don't think there is anything beautiful about me. I'm a pretty average person. (Holy Crap, am I being too modest?)

Okay, I guess I'm a funny guy - online. (Some have said that I'm a pretty serious person in real life)

4. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?

I have sensitive teeth, so I don't usually eat ice cream... But if I have to pick one... Peach sobert. :)

5. What is your dream date?

Another tough question. I've never really expect to do and go to any place special... for a special 'dream' date. (I'm not a romantic person - a typical Capricorn) But from my past experience, I really enjoy the process of sitting in a coffee shop, chatting and getting to know the guy. Nothing beats that. It's way better than sex.

Does this mean, that I'm a whore? It sure sounds like one.


Your medieval name is: Magdalen. Out of conformity
and inducing sexual meaning, you're seductive
and passionate, silent until spoken to and only
violet when provoked. Gorgeous and mysterious,
you've got it all.


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Eye Candy of the Day


Shannen Doherty

Okay, I know what you are thinking. "What? Brenda the B*tch?!" Yes, a lot you know Shannen from her role in the ever-so famous TV show Beverly Hills, 90210. And of course, her well-known temper and marriages. But aside from her personal life, I find Shannen to be an extremely talented and hard working actress. Did you know that she has photographic memory?! She was the only reason that I ever start watching Charmed. Too bad, the evil Alyssa Milano kicked her out of the show. (Actually, the truth is, Shannen wanted to leave the show. But I just have to blame on someone. Ever since Shannen left Charmed, Alyssa became one of the many producers. The custom that the girls wore in the show became skankier and skankier and skankier...) *sigh* I missed Pru...

I feel love

Believe me. When you know that there is someone sharing the same room, even if you thought you are relaxed, mentally, you are not.

At least, that is my case. As I have briefly mentioned, that the male love bird stayed over at our place for three days. I shouldn’t complain much. After all, he rescued my sister and I from sleeping on the streets.

Anyway, on Saturday, the female love bird had to go to one of her Grad. School friend’s farewell party. It was the absolute last time she will ever get to see him. So, the male love bird drove his jeep and took my sister and I to New Jersey. (She had to convinced him to go. After all, most of her friends didn’t know that the male love bird exists)

So, we went.

***Skips the part about shopping in Mitsuwa Market Place.***

***Skips the part where the two love birds start to arguing over what happened on Thursday***

“You know what? When we walk, we look forward. We don’t always with our head turn to the back. What happened has already happened. Once is enough. Okay? Why don’t you just drop it and move on?” I said to the male love bird.

Then there was silence.

I thought we had this discussion already, over whose fault is it. I said to him already, the problem is caused by a combination of lack of communication, miscommunication, and misunderstanding. My sister was wrong for not waiting at the hotel. But she didn’t know he would part 40 minutes away from the lobby. But this dude, argh. Seriously, I wanted to strangle him so bad. He kept on mentioning it over and over and over again. Exactly what he said to me over the phone on Thursday. He won’t let it go. He didn’t want to. I mean, what the hell is going on with him. (At age of 34, he was acting very immature.)

Anyway, we have arrived at the her friend’s house.

“Ah, we are going to meet up with the others at Lin’s Szechuan and Taiwanese restaurant.”

So we did.

Upon arriving the ever-so-over-rated restaurant, I immediately felt a chill thrusting into my chest.

I sense a pair of sharp lustful eyes from the 2 o’clock direction.

I turned.

And I saw her.

She was looking at me.

It was the exact same way that she looked at me 5 months ago, when I want to the social gathering with my sister.

It was the exact same why that she looked at me, last year, when I first met her at the BBQ party.

I looked away.

“Uh, oh my gawd.” I said to myself.

Then I went off to greet the others.

We waited for about 20 minutes, before they were able to put together a table for 13 people. We all walked into the restaurant and start picking the seat to sit.

I had the urge of going to the restroom, so, I went.

After I got out of the restroom, walked over to the table.

I saw my seat.

The only empty chair left, that was waiting for my ass to sit on top of it, is located right next to my sister’s friend’s mother.

Yes. Her mother.

Out of 13 people at the table, she is the only ‘mother’ there. Mixed in with kids. She has been tagging along with my sister’s friend to almost every single event. Including her honeymoon. (Yeah. I know. It’s weird. Don’t ask, cause I don’t know the details.)

So, I sat down. And she looked at me again.

“Hi Wayne. You gained weight.”

“Oh, really? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Oh, good of course. The more the better.”

“Thank you.”

Then I turned away.

The male love bird sat next to me, on the other side. Who, I didn’t feel like talking with. So, I start to sip my tea. Keep myself busy.

The night was pretty fun in a way. Even though I’m not close with my sister’s friends, I enjoyed their jokes and conversation with each other. And every couple minutes, the mom would whisper to me.

“So, how is work?”

- Pretty busy. I have been quite stressed at work for the last couple weeks.

“Were you scared during the blackout?”

-Not at all. But I was tired.

“So, how much do you earn at your job?”

-Not enough.

“Oh, your sister has very nice hair style. Do you go to the same salon?”

-Yes. Salon Mariam. Flushing. Saturday, asking for Ling. She’s really good.

“How much?”

-12 bucks for men. Wash, cut and blow dry.

“My daughter is looking very pretty, isn’t she?”

-She always look good. (Not as good as my sister though)

“So, do you have a girlfriend?

-No. Eventually I will move back to California. I don’t think I can have a girlfriend here. (Well, if we are talking about boyfriend, then that would be a different story. I’ll stay in NY for my sweet heart) Why? Are you going to introduce me to someone?

“So, what do you do at work?”

-Analyst.

“Oh.”

-Yeah.

The thing is, she leaned awfully close to me when she popped her questions. Almost touching my right shoulder.

Just like my past experiences with her. She would sometimes ‘accidentally’ bumped into me from behind, or grab my hand and touch my back and brushes her arms against my thigh.

During the dinner, my best friend Danni called. I grabbed the cell phone out of my pocket and dashed out of the restaurant. I spent a good 40 minutes outside, away from the wacky environment.

After dinner, we all decided to go see SWAT. (Oh my gawd, it was an awfully long movie… Awful.)

In the male love bird’s jeep. I popped the question.

“Did you guys know that XXX’s mom has been checking me out through out the entire night?”

Male love bird said “Yeah. I noticed. She must really like you.”

Then my sister said, “Oh, ever since she saw my brother at the BBQ party, she has been all over him.”

Male love bird, “Uh, is it like, looking after you as an elderly? Kinda watch out for you and guide you… Or is it a Mrs. Robinson kinda way?”

My sister and I said at the same time.

“Mrs. Robinson!”

“Tripping’ man. I mean, you sure?” The male love bird freaked.

Then my sister put on her Oscar winning performance… “Yeah, she touches my brother like this.”

She reached her hand on her boyfriend’s chest and rubs it up and down.

“Hey Wayne~~~ How are You~~~ Ohhhh, You have gotten tallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllleerrrrrr….”

Then I reached my hand and place it on his shoulder. Gave it a gentle lustful squeeze.

“Hey Wayne…. Oh myyy, the fabric of your shirt is really nice…. So soft.. So soft…”

“SH*T” screamed the male love bird.

The I said… “At the movie, please don’t let me sit next to her. I mean, Please! I don’t know what will happen in the dark!”

“Nah. She probably won’t tag along. The movie is in English, you know.”

Little did we know. Mrs. Robinson did tag along.

But this time, we had our tactics. We waited for them to head into the theatre first, and see where she sits. Then I sat in the row behind her.

Anyway, the cut the story short. The movie was way too long. I was very tired and had a huge headache. After the movie, we all stayed at the lobby, talking and chatting. (Well, I didn’t join that chat. I was too sick to pretend that I enjoyed their company. I was too tired to put a smile on my face.)

Then there she was. Standing next to her daughter, looking at me from a distance.

I turned away from her glance and walked toward the other side of the lobby.

I was so sick and tired to put on an act.

Besides, it is probably the last time I will ever see her again.

The Cow's Inquiry

This morning, I came into work. to find everyone, standing around, talking about the drama that happened last Thursday.
I rushed to my desk, check to see if my CDs are okay. (Yep. I can careless about the rest) The chips got hard. So, I dumped them into the trash. The Michelle came.

"Hey Wayne~"

"Hi Michelle. Good Morning."

"How are you?"

"Pretty good, and You?"

"I'm alright. "

Then we blahed about the blackout.

"Yeah, I walked home to uptown. I was worried about my dog."

"Yeah, I know... So... Michelle, how did Monica got out of the building?"

"Oh, you know what? I completed forgot about her when the blackout strike. Then I called the security and they escorted her and Denise down the elevator."

"The one with backup electricity."

"That's right. Denise couldn't work down the stairs as well....*whisper* Because of her weight."

"Oh, okay."

So, in case of any of you, wondering what happened to Monica, here it is. She's laughing and joking and giggling around this morning. Seems to be in pretty good shaped.

I guess we all enjoyed the 3 days off from work. (We didn't have to go to work on Friday)

Oh, by the way. I played the role of the 3rd Wheel for 3 days in a row. 24/7. - Weeeeeee....

Thug for the night

This entry is referring to my experience this past Thursday, 08/14/03 – When the Blackout hits New York (and other cities in the East Coast). And believe me, this is a very long entry!

So, okay, I’m alive. I mean, how couldn’t I? I yam the mighty Wayne, nothing gets in my way, except a couple of blisters and sour shoulder. I mean, I can totally stayed over night on the streets, I endure hunger for at least 3 days (at least I think I can), I take a dump or pee behind the bushes under the public eyes – but when you are wearing a nice shit, dress shirt, carrying a business case and a laptop and wearing a pair of nice black dress shoes, you can’t just lay on the street and let the dirt ruin the over all professional package.

Anyway, on Thursday, I was soaking sticky wet. I never thought I’d end up feeling steamy hot this way.

Around 4:15 PM in the afternoon, I was working (I know, very rare) in front of my computer, eating Cape Cod ‘Sea Salt and Vinegar’ Potato Chips, had my shoes taken off, listening to mp3s from a CD I burnt at home… Shaking my leg a bit, typing and typing and typing… I was really working hard.
Then all of the sudden. My computer shut off. The lights went bye bye at the same time. And so did the printer.

“Crap. No music!”

Which, being a such good employee at the company, I should have screamed “Oh No! I really need to send in my work before the end of the day! Oh, what am I going to do?”

But seriously, I can careless. In a situation like this, who knows if this is another terrorist attack?

I stood up. Saw Patricia standing in her cubical.

“Shit. I’m getting out of here.” Then she started to lock up her drawer.

At that time, I realized that the light might not came back up for a while. So, I locked up my drawer (where store all my snacks) too. I looked around and saw people walking back and forth. Some laughed, some rushed to their desk and packing up, some just stood there aimlessly.

I turned my head, and saw Monica standing at the door way of her office.

Her right hand was holding the edge of the wall when she turned her head back and forth. Observing the situation.

“What about Monica?” Denise said to Daniel.

“We can’t just leave her here.” Replied Daniel.

“I will stay with her.” Said Denise.

“Me too.” Said Daniel.

“Same here.” Said David, who is probably the hottest guy here on our floor.

Monica is the 8 months pregnant lady who trained me about their department. Her office is located (Yes, my cubical is very close to the 8 directors that worked in the other department. And yes. David the hot guy is one of them. Gosh, he’s handsome, rich (good pay) and highly educated (law school). I’m still trying to figure out a good way to tranquilize him and totally make my fantasy come true. But anyway, I will continue with my saga.

I tossed the bag of chips aside and grabbed my suit jacket. I stuffed whatever important stuff in my business case (okay, its not a suit case. It is actually a Reaction bag). Which, was nothing. I didn’t put anything in my bag. I just zipped it up, and walked out of my cubical.

Evan: “Wayne, lets go lets go. Come on. Everyone. Go Go Go Go Go.”

They are rushing people out of the building.

Then I saw Maggie across the hall way.

She waved her arms. Pointing to the stair way.

I rushed toward the emergency exit, along with everyone else. The entire time, other than thinking about my bag of chips, I asked myself…”What about Monica?”

Then I ran into my sister.

“Time to go home.”

“Yeah.”

Step by step. We walked down to the first floor and out of exit. The street was packed with people. Everyone has cell phone in their hand.

“Wayne, try your cell phone. Mind didn’t work.”

And I tried.

“No service.”

“Shit.”

My sister kept on redialing her cell phone. She was trying to reach her love birdy. Who, is suppose to meet us in the city.

We planned to have dinner in the city that day. At that Japanese karoke restaurant I mentioned in the previous entry. (Second on Second)

The she turned her head to me. “Call mom.”

Oh yeah. I totally didn’t realize that. She is suppose to call her boyfriend while I call mom. That’s right.

“No service.”

Maggie: “Well, let’s go. We can take the dollar van to Flushing, and from there, we can get a cab home.”

Which, that seems to be a good idea.

“What time did we scheduled to meet with him?” I asked my sister.

“Uh, now.” My sister replied.

“Do you think he will still stick with the plan and come pick us up?”

“I don’t know. Probably not.”

“I think he will. I mean, if I’m him, and I’m already in the city to meet up, why wouldn’t just stop by and see if we are waiting here?”

Then my sister started to think.

Maggie: “Well, I’m going to take off now. Good luck guys.”

We watch Maggie vanished in the crowd of people.

I guess at time, my sister decided to wait for her boyfriend.

So, after two hours of waiting. We still couldn’t make any calls… but we were able to send TEXT messages. Some text got sent, some bounced back.

Thanks to T-Mobile, my entire phone network was blocked. “Emergency Calls Only.” – Okay, Thank you, Catherine Zeta Jones. Even though I can’t call my parents or get any help, at least, I can at least call 911 and wait 40 minutes for the police men to get though mountain of people and traffic to our rescue if we are in trouble.

I shut the damn phone off.

The all of the sudden, my sister said.

“Let’s go. He’s at home.”

She got the text message sent from her boyfriend.

I have made the wrong decision, and made us waited 2 hours. We could have gone with Maggie, and her boyfriend will save us. Or, at least, stayed over at her apartment and wait for rescue.

We stood up and start walking with the crowd toward the Manhattan bridge. Since my sister was wearing her HIGH HEELS (she got pulled out of the conference room during the blackout, didn’t have the chance to put her tennis shoes on), I carry her laptop on my shoulder.

Under the red-heated sun, a bunch of us, like a bunch of ants, marching toward the other side of the shores.

It was so hot, I took off my tie and unbutton my shirt. I wrapped my suit jacket around my bag. We didn’t talk much on the bridge. We were saving our energy for the worst situation. I mean, we were heading to Brooklyn, and we didn’t know anything or anyone there. We couldn’t get in touch with the male love bird. The LIRR is down. The subway is down. The phone is dead. How exactly were we able to get back home in Long Island?

We kept walking.

My sister’s face shown the sign of pain. Her feet was in pain. The heels are killing her. I mean, she totally dressed up for the day. Her meeting, and the dinner date that was planned. She was wearing this very beautiful nicely-cut black business suit with shirt skirt and elegant black leather strapped heels. On her ears were the dark crystal blue earrings that she bought when we were on our trip in Paris. Around her neck, she wore the silver heart-shaved necklace that Dad gave her. She looked really pretty that day. I mean, very pretty.

But the pain got into her. Her eye brows was leaning toward the center. Her lips were stretched down-wards. As if the gravity is really pulling them down.

She was in pain.

“Are you okay?” Not sure what exactly I can do to help her. We are in the middle of the bridge, the stores were closed. I don’t have anything that she can wear. And it is obviously, that the ground is not in a good condition to walk with barefeet.

“Don’t worry about me. Just keep walking.”

Since I have taken my watch off my wrist, I had no clue how long it took us to reach Brooklyn. But we did. We got off the bridge. My shirt was soaked with sweat. I had no idea where to go.

Then my sister pulled out her phone and pressed some button.

“He is going to pick us up.”

“Where?”

“Marriott.”

“Where is that?”

“No Clue.”

Then we saw that the streets have been blocked by police cars. The traffic was horrible.
There was a group of people, gathering around in circle. We walked toward their direction.

Someone had opened the fire hydrant.

People were refilling their water bottle with the water. Then I saw my sister reached her hand at the opening.

She held a small amount of water in her hand and sends them to her lips.

She was thirsty. And I didn’t even realize that.

Then I saw a couple blocks down, there were people yelling…”Soda! Cold Soda!”

We quickly marched forward toward the Deli shop.

“We only have diet coke.”

“That’s fine.”

“Okay, one dollar each.”

“Give me two.”

My sister bought two cans of Diet coke. She opened her up and start drinking. I put mine in my bag. (One funny thing about me, I don’t drink any water when my body temperature is all heated up. That is why I rarely drink anything when I’m exercising or dancing in a club.) I was saving the can of soda for the worst situation.

We follow the crowd, marching forward. My sister rested a several time during our walkathon, because her feet were in pain, the back of her ankles were bleeding. (The skin was rubbing against the back of her heels) I offered some Band-Aids, but she said those were no use, because they will get rubbed off as well.

The sky turned from red, to gray, and then dark. The night has hit Brooklyn, and we were walking in the darkness. There were no street lights. No signs. The only source of light we can rely on, was the car lights and those from the police vehicles.

We continued walking for approximately 30 more minutes, then we arrived at the Flatbush avenue. Where there’s the open traffic allow the cars to go in and out of the city.

We sat down.

I tried to call the male love bird using the paid phone, while she tried her AT&T mobile phone.

Then finally, she got though.

She said something over the phone. I can tell that the conversation she was having was rather unpleasant.

The she handed the phone to me.

“This is Wayne.”

“I can’t believe you guys did this. I told you guys to wait at Marriott. Why did you guys go to Flatbush? What are you guys doing? What are you guys thinking? I can’t believe in a situation like this, you guys want to mess the whole thing up."

And he blahs on.

“Now you have three choices. One is, You guys wait for me, and I will drive there to pick you guys up, which, will take me 30 minutes to get to my car and then probably an hour more to get to you. I have no idea where you are, okay? Second, I will walk 40 minutes over and find you guys and we all walk back. Third, which is I think the best way, is you two walk back and meet me at Marriott lobby.”

From the look of my sister’s face. I can tell that she couldn’t walk anymore. Her facial expression was telling me that she is about to cried. She really expected her boyfriend would come and pick us up.

We never knew that the boyfriend would park some where else and walked to Marriott. We’ve thought that the boyfriend was going to DRIVE to Marriott and pick us up there. Which, my sister decided to wait at a location where cars can come in and out.

“Okay, we will meet you at Marriott lobby.”

“Damn it. I can’t believe you guys would think this way. When I say I meet you guys at Marriott, you guys should just listen and do what I say. Maybe your sister is not as smart as I think she is. I am so disappointed in her.”

“I said, We will meet you at Marriott.”

“I have already told her, to meet me at Marriott no matter what. And…”

“I said we will meet you at Marriott!”

Then I hang up the phone.

I checked with my sister and told her that we should walk back.

She nodded her head and stood up.

Step by step. We walked back toward the Manhattan bridge.
She was walking as if she has a broken leg. Her body lean toward the right and back toward the left with every step. She was walking slower and slower then before.

I walked in front of my sister, to block the people rushing toward our direction. There were people bumped into me, and there were objects that I knocked out of my way. The trip back to the bridge was harder. We were both low with energy level, and the street was really dark.

People on the sidewalk were getting rude and weird.

There were a couple of drunk guys whistling at my sister.

“We are almost there.”

I asked for direction to Marriott and she asked for direction to Marriott.

It may seems like an endless journey, though the dark alley, passing though the purple sparkling flares, drunk men, and clouds of sweat vapor.

But eventually, we made it to the hotel. The lobby were filled with people. Sitting on the ground. Some were napping, some just sitting there looking out of the window.

My sister sat on the edge of the man-made garden, leaning her shoulder against the wall.

The male love bird came down from the second floor, carrying 3 cups of iced water.

I drank it all.

She held her hand out and squeezed his arm gently and then leaned back against the wall.

The male love bird said that he parked the car at a very bad neighborhood (40 minutes of walking) and it would be a bad idea for my sister to walk there. Especially at her current condition. We decided that she stayed inside of the lobby, where she will be safe, while we speed-walking out and get the car.

Before we took off, he turned to me.

“You might want to take your shirt off. And leave all your important and expensive stuff with your sister.”

Okay, I get the idea. Bad neighborhood. Ghetto.

I pull off my dress shirt, left my wallet, watch with my sister. I was only wearing my shoes, black pants and white tank top. (Some call it the wife-beater)

The tactic was, that I need to look thuggish.

The male love bird and I dashed out of the lobby and into the darkness.

I have never ran in the dark wearing only a white tank top.

In my head, the Wonder Woman theme song popped in my head.

Thug Woman, Thug Woman.
All the world's waiting for you,
and the power you possess.

In your white tankie,
Fighting for your rights
And the old Red, White and Blue.

Thug Woman, Thug Woman.
Now the world is ready for you,
and the ghettos you can do.

Make a hawk a dove,
Stop a war with love,
Make a liar tell the truth.

Thug Woman, Thug Woman.
You're a Thug, Thug Woman.

After 30 minutes, we found the car. Drove though the traffic and fetch my sister up at the hotel lobby.

Then it was a slow journey back home. But at we know, that we are safe now. No more walking.

Back in our apartment. We opened the window all the way up.

We lit all the candles that are available in the apartment.

We were all tired. And clearly, the male love bird had to stay over night.

All of the sudden, I felt being a third wheel didn’t matter much. He saved us. Without him, my sister and I will probably end up sleeping on the street.

The sister went to take the cold freezing shower.

The male love bird was tuned into the radio.

I climbed up to my bed. Closed my eyes.

“The last person going to bed needs to blow out the candles.”

Then that’s the last thing I said on Thursday, August 14th , 2003 – The day that New York was swallowed by darkness.


And I would like to thank to people who left me comments and emails regarding my safety during the blackout. The pain I had on my shoulders and my feet went away when I read your comments and emails. Thank you. Again, with all my heart.

You are the Club Song

I remember it was last year, or the year before, there was this very popular club song, called "Stranger in the House" - Sang by Tamia. The song was a rage at clubs, radio stations, and of course, MTV. They would play the song once every 40 minutes...

There's a stranger in my house
It took a while to figure out
There's no way you could be who you say you are
You gotta be someone else
Cuz he wouldn't touch me like that
And he wouldn't treat me like you do
He would adore me, he wouldn't ignore me
So I'm convinced there's a stranger in my house

That is part of the song that rushed into my head this morning. When I saw a pair of unfamiliar shoes at the entrance of the apartment.

His shoes.

Ack, he didn't go home last night?!

His shoes.

I didn't give it a thought much. I went into the bathroom and do my morning routine. (You know, shower, hair, shave, and clothes kinda deal) Besides, I woke up pretty late this morning, I have to be fast to catch the train.

So, I came out of the bathroom, wearing only my tank top and underwear. (The suit and dress shirt are located near my bed) Then, I saw the shoes again.

His shoes.

Okay.

There's a stranger in my house
But It didn't took me a while to figure out
Of course that I know who he is
He is the other part of the love birds
Cuz he never touch me like that
And he never treat me like you do
He would adore her, he wouldn't ignore me
So I'm convinced he stayed over at my house

Then I saw the two love birds, cuddling on the bed.

"Awe.. How sweet."

Well, that is what I thought I'd say. But no. I felt that my space has been totally invaded. I mean, this is HER apartment. Yes. But now she has a roommate (me) - and there are no walls or doors between us. (We share one single studio apartment) - And like, totally, she let him stayed over night - I feel so AWKWARD.

It's a feeling that I cannot describe.

Like, I'm invisible or something.

Oh well, I better get used to it. Cause I'm sure there will be many more nights like this.

*Puts away his see-though sexy jammies*

Image of the Day


Okay, I'm a big Xmen 2 fan - and now, I dig Kelly Hu. She can be my faghag anytime!

I Am A: Neutral Good Human Paladin Bard


Alignment:
Neutral Good characters believe in the power of good above all else. They will work to make the world a better place, and will do whatever is necessary to bring that about, whether it goes for or against whatever is considered 'normal'.


Race:
Humans are the 'average' race. They have the shortest life spans, and because of this, they tend to avoid the racial prejudices that other races are known for. They are also very curious and tend to live 'for the moment'.


Primary Class:
Paladins are the Holy Warriors. They have been chosen by a God/dess to be their representative on Earth, and must follow the code of that deity, or risk severe penalties. They tend towards being righteous, but not generally to excess.


Secondary Class:
Bards are the entertainers. They sing, dance, and play instruments to make other people happy, and, frequently, make money. They also tend to dabble in magic a bit.


Deity:
Oghma is the Neutral Good god of knowledge and invention. He is also known as the Binder of What is Known, and is the Patron of Bards. His followers believe that knowledge reigns supreme, and is the basis for everything else that is done. They wear white shirts and pants, with a black and gold braided vest, and a small, box-like hat. All priests of Oghma are known as Loremasters. Oghma's symbol is a scroll.


Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy ofNeppyMan (e-mail)

Unusual 60-seconds shutdown Error with Windows NT, 2000, XP and Server

For those of you who are experiencing this type of problem:

Where your window will pop up an error message regarding the NY Authority \ System and Remote Procedure Call (RPC) - and after 60 seconds, the system will be forced to shut down.

Here is how you can fix it.

First, go to :

http://securityresponse.symantec.com/avcenter/venc/data/w32.blaster.worm.removal.tool.html and download the virus removal tool. (Don't forget to read the instructions)

After you have downloaded (saved on desktop or in local drive) the virus removal tool, then

Go to:

http://www.microsoft.com/security/security_bulletins/ms03-026.asp

and click on

"Get more technical details about this update"

There should be a list of different versions of patches that you can down. Select the patch that matches your Windows version.

Save it some where on your desktop (or local drive).

(Even if you don't have w32.blaster.worm problem, you might want to install the patches to prevent any future infection)

For Windows XP user, don't forget to turn off System Restore option.

Log back onto Windows in Safe Mode.

Run the Virus Removal Tool.

After the virus has been removed, run the Windows Patch.

Restart the computer in normal mode.

And it should solve the problem.

Another way to go around this, is to go to http://www.windowsupdate.com and download all the available security updates.

Good Luck!

Wayne

The Third Wheel’s Confession

This past weekend, I spent ALL THREE DAYS (Friday – Monday early morning) with the two love birds, as I called my sister and her boyfriend.
I mean, I can totally understand that when you are really into someone (love, maybe), you’d like to spent as much time as possible, with that special someone. (Me love you long time – kinda deal)
I also understand, that I can simply say “No, I don’t want to hang out with you guys. I don’t feel comfortable. I feel weird. I feel left out.”
Which, I have told my sister already.
“Listen, he and I just don’t CLICK. Okay? I feel uncomfortable when he is around.”
But the thing is, I think my sister really wants me to develop a special brotherly bond with him. So I will end up liking him, and welcome him to the family. Maybe that is why lately, I have been some-what dragged and ‘tricked’ into joining them in all sorts of activities.

There are two reasons why I kept my distance from him.

Reason #1: Even though he grew up in New York all his life. He is one homophobic asshole.
Reason #2: The closer and more he gets to know me, he eventually will find out about my sexual preference. And I wouldn’t want that to affect his relationship with my sister.

This is what happened to the third wheel this past weekend.

Friday

Right after work, I got dragged by my sister to join her boy to see an Off-Broadway show, Forbidden Broadway: 20th Anniversary Celebration– The thing is, she and I already seen the show. (I mean, the show It is so F**Kin' good! Everyone should go see it… But one time is enough.) I wasn’t surprised that at the end of the show, my sister turned her head and said…”Wayne, it is not as funny as the first time we saw it.”

I was like… “Duh! Would you still laugh to the same joke twice?!”

Her boyfriend, some-what enjoyed the show, didn’t totally get the overall sarcasm. He has been trying to figure the jokes that the actors made. (“Forbidden Broadway” is a show that makes fun of other Broadway shows. If you haven’t seen enough Broadway shows, you will have no clue what is going on.)

After the show, we stuffed ourselves like turkey at a Japanese Karaoke-Dinner place, called Second on Second. (When I say STUFFED, I mean, STUFFED. Full. Really Full.)

Saturday

So I was asked to head into the city around 1:00 pm. But the problem is, I woke up at 11:30 am, and I have loads of stuff to do. I have to send 2 packages that haven’t been packed, suits that need to be brought down to laundromat for dry clean, find my cell phone contracts and documents, get her Prada mini-backpack, get her other broken Prada purse along with proof of purchase, and the most important thing is, that I hadn’t take a shower yet.

Anyway, I went to pack the two packages, and then locate all the accessories that she wants, and then gather the laundry… However, I couldn’t find my cell hone documents… So, I called her.

"I.. I can’t find them! I can’t find them! I can’t find the contacts!!!"

"It is okay, Wayne, we will do the phone tomorrow"

Then I dashed it to the bathroom and take my usual 25 minutes shower, and then spent the next 30 minutes on my hair. (For those of you newbies, I have hair-loss problem and I panic. So, I have all range of hair products collection. There is my daily routine after the shower. Spray the Hair Growth Tonic on my head. Massage. Add root strengthening serum onto my head. Massage. Spray Silica enhanced hair mist on my head. Massage. Apply leave-on hair conditioner. Massage. Then comb my hair into the desired style.)

After I put some clothes on my semi-wet body, I grabbed the packages and ran out of the apartment. I speed-walked to the postal office, tried to calm my breath while I waited inline. After the packages got stamped, I dashed out of the postal office, speed-walked in the rain to the train station. And almost missed the train by 2 minutes. It was not until I sat on the never-cleaned seat, I realized that I left the laundry on the futon.

“Crap. I will do them next week.”

Little did I know, my hair was all messed up from all the speed-walking and the rain.

In that afternoon, all three of us stuffed ourselves like turkeys again at a Japanese buffet restaurant.
Since our tummy were so round and bouncy, we decided to go and walk it off at the Metropolitan Museum. At night, we shook our ass off at Webster Hall.


Sunday

We all meet up at Flushing, and we ate some Chinese food. Then I went off to get myself a new cell phone, while the two of them went shopping. Afterwards, we went back to Long Island.
To do what?

Tennis.

He wanted to play tennis. He even brought the rackets and the balls.

“Uh, how come you two never told me that we are going to play tennis?”

So, I had to go back to the apartment, and put on comfy semi-sporty clothes.

Now, the deal is, has Wayne ever play tennis before?

No. No Way.

Has Wayne’s Sister ever play tennis before?

Nope. Not at all.

We spent the next 2 hours at the tennis court, chasing and running after the balls.

After the hot sweaty joggling session… Uh, I mean, the tennis game, we headed to Wendy’s for some burgers and fries. The junk food was great. Especially after we drained our energies.

Since there weren’t much to do on a Sunday night, we headed back to the apartment… Play some video games… Had some blue berries… And it was the time for me to sleep.

“Okay, anyone needs to use the restroom? If not, I’m gonna use it.”

“No.” the two were busy playing cards.

So, I went in, washed my face, squeezed some black heads out of my nose, and flossed and brush my teeth.

“He is still out there. I can’t go out just wearing this…”

I mean, I have to wear my blue froggie boxer instead of my ultra tight and sexy triangular black brief to sleep.

Haha, just kidding. I normally don’t wear anything to sleep.

Okay, I lied. I wore my froggie boxer and a black T-shirt to bed instead of my usual teddy bear jammies…

“Good Night” – then I crawled onto my bed. Forcing myself to ignore the giggle and chatting sound from the love birds. I closed my eyes tightly and relax all my muscles. I have to fall asleep… I have to fall asleep… I have to fall asleep…

Early Monday Morning at 2:15 am

I woke up in the middle of my sleep to find the two of them, sitting on the ground, playing Black Jack.

“Oh Gawd.”

Then I fainted.

Desire, Heat and Sensation

Here I am, sitting in front of the computer at work.
Which, I'm suppose to be finish up this project that was due last week.
I have spent hours and hours after work, trying to finish it.
But for some reason, I'm slow. I'm really slow.
It is not hard a tall.
Just take a lot of time.
And normally, during this time, I'd distract myself from the stress.

So, here I am. Typing, while listening to the remix of Aria's "Ti Amo." There's something about last night, that I did, made my body temperature rise. As I closed my eyes earlier, just to think back, that 1.5 hours of intensity, made my legs weak.
I can almost hear my heart, telling me..."Wayne, you have no idea how much pumping I did last night."

Pumping.

Yes. Last night, my heart was beating really fast for 1.5 hours. So was my breath. I can still feel the feeling... The feeling of that gentle pressure up against my belly... and up toward my chest... then my shoulder... The firm grab on my arms pushed my body down, against the floor.

I'd never expect myself to take off my shirt that fast. But when you are in heat, you gotta strip. There is no better thing than warming yourself with body heat.

The sound of my own voice... Moaning... Still echoes in the back of my head.

"Ahhh.... Uhhhh...."

Do you know how painful it was last night? I mean, when I was on my back, trying to cope with this new sensation... But when the rush of throbbing intensity came up from the back of my ass drove me nuts.

It F**Kin' Hurts!

With every single thrust, the pain got worst.

I was moaning in pain.

"Ahhhhhhhhh.... Uhh....Ohh.... Ooooh....Uhh..."

Just how much this is gonna go on?"

I was getting pumped.

In my head, I was counting.

One... Two... Three... Four...

Five... Six.. Seven.... Uhh Ahhh....

Then I lost track. So I started over.

One... Two... Three... Four...

Five... Six.... Seven... Eight...

I had to recount each throb more than 15 times. I kept on getting distracted by the pain and the strange 'contrasting' feeling I got below my belly-button.

"Uh...Uh... Uh... Oh.... Uh..."

My body tensed up. My legs were shaking. My fists were firm.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Then all of the sudden.

There was a release.

Release of everything. I felt like my soul just flew out of my body, and took the intensity with it.

I fell limp on the ground. My chest raised up and down along with every breath I take.

I closed my eyes and trying to let my breath return to it's normal paste.

I was covered with sweat.

I was wet.

And this happened last night.

You have no idea that right now, I have this grin on my face as I'm tying this entry.

My forehead is really heating up right now.

My cheeks are red.

And I'm breathing heavily.

I knew it.

I'm getting sick.

My face is really hot right now.

Why did I bother to do push-ups and sit-ups last night? I never expect that I'd end up falling asleep on the ground, wearing only my underwear.

Damn it. I didn't even turn off the fan.

And my beer belly is still big...

Argh... I'm feeling so weak and dizzy now... Uhhhhh....

(Thank gawd I have Tylenol at work)

According to this,

I'm a fucking hot fish stick who loves to control sandwiches.



(Link source from Tales From The City)

Sneak Preview: Clarification

I knew that posting my that previous entry will stir something up and get your mind going.
But keep in mind, it's only part of a 2 hours conversation between Wayne and Danni.
And what was written, only came from Wayne's part.

There are lines been removed.
There are words been forgotten.
There are subjects, been kept a secret.

So, what exactly is this all about?
What is the real problem?
Is Wayne really confused?
Is this real? Or a fictional entry?

To find out more, stay tuned for the up coming entry, "Clarification."
Plus some exclusive photos!

My favorite music score of all time

I have been playing violin since I was 8 years old. Even after we moved to the United States, I continued to study the classical craft. When I was 12 years old, my mom bought me a bunch of classical music tapes, at neighbor’s garage sale.

Among the tapes, a recording of Borodin's opera, Prince Igor, stood out. The fact that I had no clue what is happening or going on in the story, I was completely captured by the beautifully arranged music.
"Polovetsian Dances" - is the track that drew my soul from my body. I felt deeply in love with the music, the instrument, the movements... Everything. Just everything.

In year 1992, My family went to the Hollywood Bowl for the 4th of July Concert. And it was there, I heard the familiar tune... I couldn't believe it is the same song. But only with lyrics. English lyrics.
It sounded so much beautiful sang by the lady singer.

Years after, I finally discovered that "Polovetsian Dances" was used in the musical production of Kismet. I got the sound track from Tower Records, and was shocked to found, that it was originally sang by a male.

No matter what. It's a beautiful music.


Take my hand
I'm a stranger in paradise
All lost in a wonderland
A stranger in paradise
If I stand starry-eyed
That's the danger in paradise
For mortals who stand beside an angel like you

I saw your face and I ascended
Out of the commonplace into the rare
Somewhere in space I hang suspended
Until I know there's a chance that you care

Won't you answer this fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise?
Don't send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for

But open your angel's arms
To this stranger in paradise
And tell him that he need be
A stranger no more


Hrm. I still like the classical version.


Just a random note, I stopped playing violin at age 18, when I left home for college.

The Outline of: Call from the best friend

"No. I'm not single, nor I have a boyfriend."

"Seeing someone. Dating, you know."

"We just started."

"Around 3 weeks now."

"It has been almost 2.5 years since I dated someone."

"But nothing serious yet."

"I don't know."

"I don't know."

"Asian."

"I think he is... No, I don't know."

"I don't know."

"Online."

"It will probably never going to be serious."

"Don't ask me why. It's not up to my decision."

"Even if I want to. It will never happen."

"Because he smokes."

"I don't know. But I'm attracted to him."

"No, I rather he did that for himself. Not for me."

"It's no use. He's not interestd in it."

"I guess right now, we are just enjoying each other's company."

"I can't see what is in the future for us, if there's one."

"Sorry, I can't. I don't think it is right for me to date other guys while I'm seeing him."

"I know. I know that. I'm not sure what is right for me."

"No, I don't. I don't know anything about him."

"We met under an unusual circumstance. I didn't expect this to happen."

"It doesn't bother me as much. At least, I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable."

"I don't know."

"I like him and would like to see him more."

"But how can I be serious when both of us know this cannot be serious?"

"If you ask me, I know that I like him. But I don't know how he feels about me."

"He does care about me."

"I know. But I don't think he'd be comfortable with that."

"Isn't it funny? Who would expect I would fall into a hole like this."

"It is scary, but I try not to think about it. I will think about it when he start to get serious about this."

"I'm not sure what control I have in this situation."

"Maybe I just think too much."

"I know what you mean."

"I understand that."

"I'll be safe."

"Ok."

"Don't worry. I will be okay."

"Oh, by the way, my cell phone is dead. I will email you. Okay?"

"Okay, bye."

"Bye bye."

The Moth and his Fire II

(This is the second part of The Moth and his fire)

The moth stood on the edge of the table.

“Okay, my lovely fire, I have decided to spend as much time as possible with you.”

“I will stay by your side until my life comes to an end. It maybe be days, weeks or eve months. But I am going to be here, watching you.”

During the day, the moth would hide behind the grandfather clock, sleeping.

At night, the month would flew onto the edge of the coffee table.

For more than once, the moth couldn’t resist the fire’s dance of temptation.

He almost threw himself into the fire, because of it.

The desire strong. The heat, and the passion.

But the though of being able to see the same dance again, kept the moth alive.

“If I die, I will never be able to see you again. I rather live a day longer, to be with you.”

The moth crawled in front of the fire, just enough to avoid the sparks of deadly love.

Along with the dancing shadow made by the fire, the moth spread his wings and moved with it’s rhythm.

“Ah… This feels so good.”

The light projected by the fire penetrated though the moth’s body. The warmth wrapped its arms around him.

The moth leaned his head back and exposed his bare body to the fire.

“I’m all yours.”

The moth’s fur started to burn.

“I would love to enjoy this close encounter with you longer, my love. But I can’t die yet.”

The moth withdrew from the fireplace. Flew back onto the coffee table.

He looked at his fur.

“That was close. Too closed. And it hurts… But I like it.”

The moth wrapped himself in his wings.

“Better rest up for tomorrow. I’m not sure how much longer I can take this…”

He turned his body around and spread his wings.

Before the moth made its way to the grandfather clock, something distracted him.

“Another fire?”

A candle, sitting on the dinner table, shines its light at the moth’s direction.

Then another light sparked from another direction.

And another. Follow by another.

“One?”

“No… Two… Three.. and Four”

The moth took a look at each one of the candles.

“How come I have never notice you guys?”

Each one of the candles released an unique scent.

The moth focused his sight on the first candle.

“This one is different. You are a different…Fire.”

The moth turned his attention at the second candle.

“You too. I’ve never seen any color as pretty as yours.”

The third candle sparked.

“You smell great. Really great. I can’t get enough of your scent!”

The fourth candle is shorter than the others.

“And you are perfect in height. I don’t have to fly up just to get close to you.”

Then it came a sound.

ZAP!

The moth turned his head around, toward the fireplace.

Another moth had just threw itself into the fire.

This drew the moth’s attention back to the fire.

“But I already have my fire.”

The moth returned to the grandfather clock, closed it's eyes.

"I... I kinda like them all..."

The candles went to bed.

The fireplace became quiter.

Soon, the room was filled with silence.

The sun came up from the edge of the world, as the moth fell deeply asleep.

Yes. I was all hot, sweaty, and bothered that late afternoon

It's that season again. Totally got me all sweaty, moist and in heat. Especially this past weekend. I mean, gawd, my body was trembling the entire day. My heart beats like there's no tomorrow, and there was a cloud of heat that was stuck in my head. My eyes were red... I looked like a hungry desert wolf looking for it's prey under the sun. (Wait? Desert Wolf? Oh, I mean coyotes)

Clearly, from the people (couples) that I saw down the street in the city, the 2nd wave of the Mating Season has arrived.
This past Sunday, I went out with my sister and her boyfriend. (Yes. The 3rd Wheel saga continues) – Well, actually, she called me earlier that morning.

“Wayne, we gonna go do some outdoor stuff. So, don’t wear the usual.”

So, before I head to the city, I put n my usual clothing, and packed a cargo pants and a shirt into a bag.

I mean, I just had a feeling of bringing the comfy clothes instead of wearing them. Besides, I have to make myself all nice and pretty and presentable. Who knows who I will bump into in the city, and what romantic (or porno graphic) story may unfold.

Anyway, when I arrived at the meeting point when my sister and her boy, it was already 1:00 PM. The weather was very nice.

“Wayne, we gonna go kayaking.”

I blinked. I mean, when was the last time I kayaked? – Uh, never! But I don’t want to spoil their plan.

“Okay…”

So, I switched what I wore to the city with the sporty-que outfits I bought.

“Let’s Go”

At the Houston River, there’s a spot where people can kayak for free. Which is cool. Anything free is cool.

“We gonna do the singles. No double.”

Apparently, the two love birds kayaked at the same location the day before. They probably didn’t’ enjoy the double kayak.

So I waited for about 15 minutes, before a single-person kayak was available for me to use.

The sea was covered in water. Salt water. The same water that can be found at local beach. The water that I would normally stay away from. Yes. I don’t go to the beach often. I hardly go. The reason behind that is, I’m allergic to sea water. And this is the same water that would give me allergic reaction at the beach.

But I didn’t want to spoil the fun. Those two love birds were waiting for me to join them… Out in the open river.

“What the hell, I can always take Allergria.”

I kept my smile on my face. Acted as if I was very eager to join them.

With the help from the kayaking staff, so I slid myself onto the kayak……………………………

The water rushed up against my legs. Dominating the dry fabric and moved it’s way up.

“Crap. My ass is wet. My underwear is soaked. Now I’m gonna have rash on my ass.” I said to myself.
The entire time, I was freaking out. It is not because that I never kayaked before… I was waiting for the allergy reaction to start.

But it didn’t.

Nothing.

I didn’t felt any itch.

My legs didn’t turn red.

Wow.

I grabbed the paddle and start making my way to where the two love birds were. Slowly.

Then I paddle faster and faster. It wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be.

All of the sudden, I remembered something. Something very important.

“OH NO!!!”

My heart started to pound. My facial expression changed from the ever-so-super facial smile to frowning.

I reached into my pocket, pulled my cell phone out… And it was soaked… All wet… I can see the water inside of the screen.

“Wah, my cell phone is dead! I broke it!.”

I quickly shovel it in my shirt, between my chest and the life vest, away from the water.

Then all of the sudden, I felt some water drops on my nose. Then it came the rain. And it rained harder. AND HARDER.

I was totally wet, from head to toe.

I paddled toward the right, and saw my sister.

She was sitting in her kayak, all wet, looking down. She didn’t paddle.

I knew what she was thinking.

“Shit. I hate this.”

And that was exactly what I was thinking. But she can’t say anything. At least, not when her boyfriend is around.

She kept her posture.

I kept my highly-commercialized smiley face.

Her boyfriend was paddling around couple feet away from us, having fun. Wiggling around like a duck, paddling back and forth in circles.

“Weeeee! Kayaking in the rain!! Yeah! This is Fun!”

For some reason, I had the sudden urge of throwing my paddle at him. I wanted to knock him out.

Then the rain cloud went away, off to moist more people.

The sun came back, and shined upon the world.

Mother nature spread her love across the land. The sun light brought out the green from the trees, butterflies did their dances above of tulips, birds flew across the sky, and people laughed with joy.

Well, bull sh*t. I just wanted to get back onto the shore.

And we did.

SHOWER, was all I had in mind.

We returned to his apartment, took a shower and changed clothes.

But someone forgot to bring an extra pair of underwear.

That someone didn’t know he will end up kayaking.

That someone didn’t expect to end up totally sweaty and wet.

I put on my nice comfy linen pants without wearing any underwear. I maintained my graceful gesture and meet up with my sister and her boyfriend. After all of us are ready, we headed out to Time Square, where we had our dinner.

“Wow, this actually feel good. So cool down there… So free!” I thought to myself as I was walking down with them.

When the wind blew though my pants, I felt like I was flying. I’ve never felt like this before.

Is this why some people like to run around naked?

The sensation totally made me forget about my cell-phone misery.

Down the street, we walked pass by so many couples… Holding hands, whispering softly into each other’s ears… While bumping in other people on the street.

My sister and her boyfriend were holding hands as well. They marched on, heading to the restaurant… While I was following them from behind. Like a dog.

I felt really left out. Even though my sister would turn back and make sure that I’m not lost and I’m okay…. But it’s a weird feeling to have. I wanted to take off my pants to attract some attention.

I don't like to be the 3rd Wheel. I know they wanted me to hang out with them, not missing out on the fun. However, I'd rather stay home and watch TV. I felt more comfortable that way.

That night, we had dinner at Carmine’s, and then we saw American Wedding, then my sister and I went back home. The day ended with a nice note. I've added Sean Scott William to my stalk list.

Yes. I was all hot (damn humid weather), sweaty (Kayaking), and bothered (My phone…) that late afternoon, but I discovered the joy of walking in public without wearing an underwear.

Maybe I should try it again.


(My phone is still not working! Wahhhh Wahhh...)

Image of the Day

Here I posted the original photo that I used to create the animated image. (See below)


Photo edited with Adobe Photoshop.

And I applied the following to the image:

Render Lighting Effect - Give the image the Purple to Black lighting.

Smart Blur - Smooth the surface of the image. Including the lines that were on my face. But you can still see a bit of the sagging skin, around the neck area. Instead of applying a lot of light on the face to cover up lines, this is another popular effect people use to smooth out the skin surface.

Black Color Brush: Regular black color brush that I used to cover up th underwear part of my lower body. So, it looks like I was wearing a black pants. (No, I have saggie ass and I will never post it on the internet. I don't have the heart to blind the innocent.)

In Dah Club

it is the time for another blast from the past. Just earlier in the morning today, I was commenting on Crash’s blog. I was typing and typing and typing… and then all of the sudden. This word strike my innocent mind.

Sexual

Yes. Sexual. (Li Da Di Li Da Di Li Da Di Da Li Da Di...)

And this meaningful word brought back a memory that I had, that should have been forgotten… Yet, still hiding somewhere in my head.

The year was 1999. On a Sunday evening in San Diego.

Hillcrest, to be specific. The renown gay block in San Diego.

I was inside of Rich’s, one of the most popular gay clubs in the area. Hanging out with my best friend Duckie. Like always, we go inside of the club before 9:00pm. Since, its FREE before 9:00… We’d do ANYTHING for free stuff. I mean, personally, I won’t go as far as what he would do for FREE stuff. But going into a dance club with no entrance fee has always been a great deal for me.

But, who goes into a dance club early in the evening? Other than cheap bags like us. So, there we were, sitting in the corner, watching the lights spinning around the room. The DJ on the 2nd floor, spinning.

“Duckie, 2 more hours.” As I look down on the empty dance floor.

“You can go dance now. No one will push you around. Plenty of room.”

“Why don’t you go first?”

“I don’t feel like dancing right now. Let’s get something to drink.”

“Foo, you know I don’t drink… At least, in the club.”

“Suit yourself.”

I watched Duckie head over to the bar. Ordered a glass of whatever you call it. And came back.

“Want some?”

“No, thank you.”

“It’s good. Heats your body up.”

“I got enough flames, thank you.”

Duckie sipped his drink while checking out the guys that are in the club. (What, what guys. There were only 15 of us. Us 2, 3 bar tenders, 2 bar backs, 1 DJs, 2 bar tenders in the front, and 5 strangers who are just as cheap like us. Standing on the side like a couple of wallflowers.)

“Okay, it’s close to nine. People should be coming in now.”

“Wayne, you must be bored.”

“Well, what do you think?”

“Checking out guys?”

“I’m just here to dance. Nothing more. Why? What are you thinking?”

“Nothing.”

The number of people in the club increased, as the time went by.

Around 10:00pm, Duckie and I were dancing on the dance floor.

He waved his arms in the arm and does his awesome ‘walking’ moves.

I shake my ass while I spin around in both directions. Like a flamingo dancer.

The music was tight and the crowds were great.

Then I saw a woman, in her mid 30’s, with long blond hair, rubbing her face against on of the GoGo Dancer’s belly.

“DUCKIE! Did you see that?!”

“Oh, Hot mama!”

The that woman walked away from the GoGo Dancer and moved toward an Asian boy in the corner.

She reached her hand out to grope that boy’s crotch.

The Asian boy jumped up. Walked away.

Then the woman moved to the next guy. Wrapped her arm around his waist, leaned her head to that guy’s ear. She whispered something to him.

I saw that guy shook his head.

Then the woman walked to the new guy next to him.

She pressed both of her palms against the new guy’s chest, leaned forward and said something.

The new guy giggled. Seemed to be enjoying the attention. But same thing, he said something and moved away from her.

Like she was going in circles. She touched, grope, squeeze, rub against the men in the club.

“Wayne! Did you see that? She grabbed that dude’s ass!”

“Thank god that ain’t my ass”

“Duckie! She’s at 2 O’Clock.”

“Don’t worry!”

“Duckie! She’s at 12 O’Clock!”

“Duckie! She’s coming our way!”

“So?”

Then she arrived.

Grabbed Duckie’s waist and pulled him close to her.

She extended her hand and rub Duckie’s chest.

Duckie smiled.

Then she said:

“You know, I’m bisexual.”

Duckie: “Uh, okay.”

“And I’m very SEXUAL!!”

Duckie shook his head. Smiled, Then moved out of her way.

Then I saw her looking at me.

She started to wiggle her way toward my direction.

She looked at me in the eyes… And I felt her fire… Her horniness….

She reached her arms forward…

I stopped dancing. I stood there, still.

I glare at her.

“F**K off! Don’t you dare touch me. I don’t like to be touched!”

And there she went, reached and wrapped her arms around the poor victim dancing 2 feet away from me.

Just exactly how many guys she touched that night? I don’t know. Did she ever got lucky? I don’t know.

But she sure was SEXUAL that night.

Bocceli has this linked on his most recent blog entry. FUCK! First BUSH now we have THIS. Yes, Bocceli. FUCK FUCK FUCK!


Ack, all these "FUCKS" - I got kinda turned on.