My Kevin

The moment that I stepped into the room, I saw Kevin standing in front of me.
He is such a gorgeous man. He's tall, dark hair, dark eyes... Nice lean body... A very handsome fella.

The he smiles... "Hi Wayne, how are you?"

Wayne: "Oh, good, good."

I look into his eyes… And he smiled.

Kevin: "Good to hear... Why don't you lay down."

Wayne: "uh... Okay... Here?"

Kevin: "Yes, make yourself comfortable."

Wayne: "Okay."

Then, I on the long-bench looking seat... The surface was cold.... I can feel it... I can feel the tinkling sensation running up my legs... through my pants...

Kevin: "It's great to see you."

Wayne: "Yeah, I know."

Then I felt Kevin's hand... touching my cheek... (No, My facial cheek, not BUTT cheek!)... He moved his finger along my lips....

Kevin: "Okay... Let's... Let's start."

I nodded.

Kevin: "Wayne... It's going to hurt a little..."

Wayne: "Okay..." (In my mind, I was thinking... Oh Kevin! For You, I will do anything! You can do anything to me!)

Kevin: "Okay... You will be feeling some pressure..."

Wayne: "Uh huh..." (I was nervous, at the same time, I arched my back...)

Kevin: "Wayne, okay... one more time…"

Wayne: "Uh huh... Huh..." (Ouch... Owe... It's painful...)

Kevin: "Are you okay, Wayne? Does it hurt? Tell me if you need me to stop..."

And I waved my hand... Signaling...."Don't Stop.... Don't ever stop..."

Then for the next 35 minutes, it was like a moment of pleasure, passion... I was in ecstasy... I felt like... I have been drugged by the most powerful medication...

My heart was beating... fast....

I felt his every movement... up and down... up and down...

My breath… I couldn’t catch up with my breath…

The pounding... I felt it... On and off... On and off...

And I felt his hand gently brush against my hair… It was very soft… Very gentle..

It was a moment of emotion bonding…. His with Mine…

I can feel the pressure from him… It was painful at first… But gradually, it became pleasure.

I had tears running down the edge of my eyes....

My lips, were wet...

(Oh God, baby, I love you so much. I wanna stay by your side forever!)

Then… It was over.

Kevin: “Phew… Okay…”

Wayne: “Hmmm…”

Kevin: “That was very good.”

Wayne: “Hmmmm…”

Then I heard a woman’s voice…”Okay, let me clean you up”

She started to wipe my face with a towel.

Kevin: “Well, Okay, you will have to come back next week, to remove the stitches”

Wayne: “Okay”

Kevin: “Remember, don’t drink any hot liquid, no spicy food, no alcohol... You want the wound to heal as fast as possible.”

Wayne: “Okay”

Kevin: “I’m going to give you some Penicillin… Remember, you need to finish the entire bottle.”

Wayne: “Okay” (and I felt myself, drooling.... My lips were numbed... I couldn't close them tightly)

Kevin: “And Ibuprofen, to stop the pain”

Wayne: “Okay” (I wipped off the drool with my finger)

Kevin: “Alright, that should be it. I can’t think of anything that you should know. I’m sure, that you have heard similar thing when you go your wisdom tooth pulled.”

Wayne: “You got it”

Kevin: “Alright, Jen will schedule an appointment with you.”

Wayne: “Thank you.”

Kevin: “Your Welcome.”

So, that was my root canal infection surgery. It was a bloody and painful experience. But thank goodness Dr. Kevin is a major hottie… I was able to distract myself from the pain and discomfort from the surgery.

Now, its 2 days after the surgery… I have a swollen upper lip… I look like a freaking tuna. (Fish Lips)

Well, this Wednesday, will be the last time I’ll ever get to see Kevin again. After the stitches removal… There will be very little chance that I will have to see Kevin for any root canal problems…

I better do something on Wednesday… I’m so gonna dress up and like, comb my hair… and stuff….

You are Beauty.

You are beautiful, whether it be on the inside, the
outside, or both. People are drawn to you as
strongly as you are drawn to the beauty in the
world around you.


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Christina Aguilera:
You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words won't bring you down
You are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words won't bring you down
Don't you bring me down today...

Bette Midler:
I'm not too short, I'm not too tall,
I'm not too big, I'm not too small.
Ooh, don't lemme start lovin' myself!
Ooh, don't lemme start lovin' myself!
I'm not too white, I'm not too black,
I'm not too this, I'm not too that.
Ooh, don't lemme start lovin' myself!
Ooh, don't lemme start lovin' myself!
I'm beautiful, dammit!

Wayne:
Yap Yap!

Hole in the Closet Door

It's like, Oh my gawd, I mean, totally. I gotta tell you this. It was like, Oh my gawd, I had serious drama this morning. My heart was like, gawd. Beating so fast...
Anyway, as usual, when I come to work in the morning, if there are nothing important to do... I'd go though the list of blogs (see left) and check to see if there are new entries to read....
I was down to "Search for Love in Manhattan".... and was replying to one of the entries...
Then she showed up.
Yep.
My sister showed up. Carrying a donut..."Wayne... this is for you"
Then she saw my computer screen... and points.... "Search for love in Manhattan....?"

Wayne: "Oh, I'm reading someone's blog"

At the same time, I was typing "Feathers, Glitters, and Care-bear stickers" in my reply... (and you know what? She doesn't know what a blog is - she probably think I'm browsing some on-line personal ad)

Her face had a slight 'discomfort' expression... But then she resume her usual pose.

Sister: "Anyway, this is from Teresa."

She handed me plate of donut.

Wayne: "Oh, thanks."

Then she walked away.

I felt very uncomfortable. I mean, *VERY* weird.
But not as scared when I first got caught by her when I was chatting online...

Anyway, what I want to say is, it is really tough to be in the closet, and having to live and work so close with a family member. Due to my current family and personal situation, I cannot break free from the chains that are wrapped around my closet door. (oh, Chains... Kinky...) I cannot escape from what I'm bounded to do (Hrm.. Bondage...). If I can, I would have move back to California already. If I can, I would have move out and have my own place already. If I can, I would have become a crack whore and work on the streets to earn extra cash...Uh.. Wait, maybe not. If I can, I think I will probably be happier... With my life.

Sometimes, it is not *I* choose how I want to live my life. Every choice that I make has many different effects on myself as well as people around me. I was never given many choices to choose from. Either one way or the other. I asked myself serveral times... am I living for myself or for others? I tend to have problem balancing that part of my life.

Every little incident like what happened today, would trigger me of thinking of my life in the closet (or I call it my 'See-Though Pink Crystal Palace') of mine. I don't know how things will change and how long this life style will last.

I can only tell myself... "Just live another day, and see what happens"

I guess I'm waiting for things to happen, instead of acting upon it.

Could it be fear?

Am I afraid to break my nails?

*sigh*

I think the Princess needs to get back to work.

Shattered Image
Last night, when I was eating dinner with my sister. She accidentally burpped.

Wayne: "Aye-Ya!"
Sister: "I say... EXCUSE ME"
Wayne: "Ha ha ha ha ha"
Sister: "But you are worst"
Wayne: "What do you mean?"
Sister: "Did you know you snort really loud at night?"
Wayne: "No Way!"
Sister: "Yep"
Wayne: "I don't believe you"
Sister: "Last night, when I came back home, you were damn loud."
Wayne: "Wait, last night... So your boyfriend was there too!?"
Sister: "Yep, he heard you. He even asked me if you were really tired or something."
Wayne: "Oh My Gawd..."


So, I snort. I SNORT!! Oh my gosh!! I SNORT LIKE A PIG!! Oooh.. there goes my image, there goes my reputation... I'll never get a man... wahhhhh..wahhhhh...

Image of the Day

Sheep and Cell phone - Wow. I want one of those!

Heart
I read an entry on Akasha's blog - The Perfect Heart. The story made me look back in the past 25 years of my life - and how I can totally related to the characters (yes, both of them) mentioned.

But the question for Akasha, why do you think it is say that we must go though life with a whole heart? And also... Is the story suggesting Mature Man & Young Boy homosexual relationship? (Old man's love flows into the young boy.... Hmmmm....)

*sings* It's tearing up my heart when I'm with you~ (Remember Nsync?)

Barbie Got Back! Go you! You're the closest thing
ever to a true black Barbie. Shake that fat
ass of yours.


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Hrm, maybe I should get back to work.

Album Review
All My Life - Jocelyn Enriquez


It has been way too long since Jocelyn Enriquez release her 3rd album.
I was very surprised to discover "All My Life" at Tower Records last night. I had to get it. I just have to get it.
Over all rating, I'd give her 8 out of 10. The album is mostly packed with dance track. Even though it has been a 6 years since her previous album, Jocelyn (1997), she still carry that strong and powerful voice. However, to be really honest, the first time I listen though the entire album, all the songs sound pretty much the same to me. The beats are really similar, and style is pretty much the same compare to 1997's Jocelyn. But the more I listen to it, the more love I have for Jocelyn. This is album that I recommend people to pick it up. Especially if you are into dance beats from the late 90's. (My Generation, okay?)
"When I get Close To You" - the single that was released in year 2000, is not included in the album. But that's good, since I don't really like that track anyway. (I've also noticed that she has a new record label!)

Best Tracks: (1) All My Life (9) You Alone (10) Walking In The Rain (11) No Way No How (JJ Flores Remix) and (12) Faith, Hope, and Prayer.
Track that I can live without: (8) WHY
Favorite Track in the entire album: (3) It's No Wonder

Letter to Ms. Monique

Dear Monique,

I'm not sure if you remember me or not... But I remember you. You have left me a strong impression and a memory that will never go away. Ms. Monique, Oh Ms. Monique, how can I ever forget you?
Let me refresh your mind... We met inside of Loews Theatre in Midtown, remember? You were standing behind the counter, and I was ordering a cup of Coffee Mocha Blast from you. The line was long and there were a lot of people waiting. I was actually the 5th person in the line, but some reason, the 3 people in front of me left without ordering. And then, when I was only 1 person away from you... The Asian girl in front of me left the line as well.
I can remember her saying: " You know what? Forget it. This is taking forever. I don't want the blueberry smoothie anymore. I'm late for the movie."
That was rude, huh? Yes, Monique, I can see it in your eyes. You were pissed at her. Oh Yes you were. But you know what? I like that. I like the fire in your eyes.
Then, it was my turn to order.
Remember how I whispered to you, that I wanted a Coffee Mocha Blast? And you were so shy, that you turned your back to me, and stared at the menu posted on the wall. You were so shy, that you refused to look at me in the eyes. You reach up, and pointed under the "HOT Coffee" section.... "This? Mocha Coffee?"
Oh, Monique, I know what you were hinting... You wanted to tell me that you have the HOTS for me just like I have for you. But you are working, I cannot allow myself to distract you from your precious career.

"No, I want the Iced Coffee Mocha Blast. Right under the Smoothie Section."

And oh yeah, your supervisor. The tall girl who was making the cafe latte, banana mango smoothie and expresso at the same time. Yes, I remember her. She turned to you, and told you "No, its Mocha BLAST."

She must be really jealous. Her voice was sharp and she looked at you firmly.
Do you remember how she pointed at the menu with her finger?

But you were quite a naughty girl. I knew that you want to play a trick on her. So you pointed your finger back at the picture of the Coffee Mocha under "HOT Coffee" section.

"This?"

Funny how you said it. So innocent. Like you have no idea what an iced mocha is. You sounded like it was your first day at work. You are such a great actress. I'd love to see you winning an Oscar in the future.

I think you totally pissed your supervisor off. That was funny. I saw the same fire in her eyes, that you had with the Asian girl earlier. So powerful. So powerful!
The supervisor lady grabbed the mango smoothie she was making earlier, and handed to a group of girls on the other side of the counter.

"I'm really sorry" She said.

Then Monique, oh Monique, I remember how your voice sounded then. So sweet, yet firmed.

"You pay yet?"

"Yes. We paid 15 minutes ago" said the tallest girl.

Then Monique, you turned to me. So shy, that you refused to look at me in the eyes. You were looking down on the little monitor, where it lists all the available drinks and their price.
I know you wanted me to stay longer... You move your fingers in circles in front of the monitor...hinting me that you want me to stay. But you still refused to look at me.

"Under the Smoothie section. Press the smoothie button" said your supervisor.

She interfered our moments together. But you were great. You acted as you didn't understand her.
You kept on moving your finger up and down the screen...

There was a moment of silence. And someone's gotta break the ice.

And that is when you opened your lips and said..."That would be seven dollars and seventy cents"

I smirked and laughed at the joke you made. "Wow, I didn't know the new tax rate is that high for a three dollar drink!"

Your supervisor interrupted us again. "Sorry, Sir. It's three dollars and ninety five cents."

"There!" She said, as she touched your monitor screen.

You stood there, with the innocent clueless look on your face. Starring at her.
I know, we were both upset that there's a 3rd wheel between us.

Hey, do you remember that Asian guy who stood behind me? He was pissed at your supervisor too. He left the line while saying..."F**K, this is taking forever."
How funny that a stranger also feel unjust for us.

There's one thing that I must say about your supervisor. She is very fast and can really make some smoothie! While you were standing there counting and trying to break my twenty dollar bill, she made three smoothies and a hot coffee drink all at once. The amazing thing is, she didn't break any sweat.

"One, two, three, four...Five..." You whispered softly as you count the bills... one by one...
I had my eyes on your fingers... Moving along with each single dollar bill...
In my head, I was counting with you. "One 10, One 5, and One 1 dollar bills plus one nickel would do."

That is when I noticed that we are speaking different languages. We don't count a like. This is not going to work out. There's a gap between our culture and our speed. There's a disjunction between our thought process.

After getting my Coffee Mocha Blast from your supervisor, I headed to theater #9, where Hulk was shown. I didn't turn my back, I was afraid to look at you again. I was afraid that my fragile heart might not be able to sub-press the fire that was flushing upwards from the bottom of my tummy. I didn't turn my head. I didn't turn my body. I didn't stop. I had to give up the chance to see you again. This will never work out, Monique. Never will.

So, here I am. Writing this letter to you. I just want you to know, that you deserve a better man. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you.

Love,

Wayne

PS. In case you got laid off, you can always apply for Dunkin' Donuts. Believe me, they *need* help.

You're A Bishoujo (Attractive Young Woman)!
You are loved by all, and you know it. You love
the attention you get, because or your sense of
style, and perfect face. Congrats.


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*** BULL SH*T - I'm NOT a WOMAN! ***

They call it Dunkin' Donuts Alright
As usual - There are two spots that I stop by every morning, when I get off of the train @ the Penn Station. Starbucks and Dunkin' Donuts. It really depends on my mood... and what I feel like having in the morning. Either the MA-KI-YA-Toe or the Coffee COOL-LAH-TAH.
N-E-Way, I wanted the Coolatta. So, I stopped at the Dunkin' Donuts booth, and waited in line.
Believe me, it was crazy.
The customers who got their donut where shaking their heads...

A gentleman, carrying the medium size coffee said: "Oh God..." as he walked pass me.
A lady, wearing a dark blue suit, carrying her medium size iced coffee yelled: "Where's the sugar?"

The line was pretty long. I was standing behind a man wearing a dark red sweater.
Look over his shoulder... I saw... I saw...

4 people, dressed in the nice Dunkin' Donut uniform. Covered, with sugar, milk, coffee, and some red stuff. Their fingers are all either glossy or covered with some white powder. (From donut picking)

They were running moving back and forth, from side to side, shoveling each other out of their way.

The cashier was keying the dollar amounts, while the manager was yelling at her... "Four dollars and seventy cents.. Faster Faster!

As the line got shorter, the more mess I can see behind the Dunkin' Donut counter.

Finally, I'm the first in line.

The Manger asked: "What can I get you sir?" (running out of breath)

Wayne: "Medium Caramel Coffee Coolatta"

The Manger: "What?"

Wayne: "Medium.........Coffee...... Coolatta.............Caramel"

The Manger: "Okay"

Then the Cashier looked at me.

I looked back.

The Cashier kept on looking at me.

I asked: "How much" (was she expecting me to know exactly how much this thing cost plus the new tax rate?)

The Cashier: "Four...*mummbles*"

I got out five bucks and send it her way.

Then I saw some milk drops in the sky. Some black flew across the room.

I looked toward the direction where the milk came from. And I saw one of the uniformed girls, standing here, starring on the floor. Her hat, her hair, and half of her face were covered with milk. Standing to her, was a uniformed guy, saying "Oh damn, Sorry"

******
dunk
v. dunked, dunk·ing, dunks
1. To plunge into liquid; immerse.
2. To dip (food) into a liquid food, such as a beverage or sauce, prior to eating.
3. Basketball. To slam (a ball) through the basket from above.
*****

She didn't move.

He didn't move.

Then, suddenly, I felt few drops of cold stuff on my face.

******

dunk
v. dunked, dunk·ing, dunks
1. To submerge oneself briefly in water.
2. Basketball. To slam (a ball) through the basket from above.
*****

I turned.

And there it was, my Medium Carmel Coffee Coolatta. (I guess that Manager guy banged it against the counter table to get my attention or something)

I grabbed the Coolatta, felt the wetness on the side of the plastic container.

I took out a stack of napkin out of my bag, I hold onto my Coolatta tight, and dashed toward the 2,3 train entrance.

Images of the Day
Bad Kitty....



Kitty gets his punishment...

Fud Place of the Day
Okay, I would like to introduce you to:

Yoro NoTaKi Japanese Restaurant
106 Fulton Street
New York, NY 10038
Tel: 212.634.9501

So, what so special about this? Well, My answer would be... Nothing. But it is the only Japanese restaurant that's worthy of going to have lunch around where I work. However, they do have pretty good lunch speicals.
I would recommand everyone to get their bento boxes. For about $10.00, you get food, salad and soup. Good enough for a quick lunch. If you want something fancy, well, stock up your wallet. Because Yoro has great selection of quality sushi selection as well as fine dishes.

Hrm, that's it.

Argh
I added so many links (more bloggers) in my template and NONE of them showed up!! Ahhhhh....

Me and My Moody Moment
"Hey Wayne, in about 30 minutes, I'll be back to pick you up and hang out"
"Hrm, okay - Don't forget, you still have some work to do"
"Oh yeah, okay, see you in a bit"

***after 1.5 hours***

The door let out of a squeegee noise to warn me that someone is coming in. Then, there they are. My sister and her boyfriend.

"Hi Wayne, I'm back"
"Hey Wayne"

"Hi"

I was all dressed up and stuff. Took a shower 45 minutes ago, wearing my new EXPRESS pants and a nice greet shirt... I didn't shave my chin though - thought that since I will not be going to any where formal, I'd leave the rough look on.

Then I hear my sister asking her boyfriend..."Oh, can you cut the water melon for me?"

"Sure"

And the man went to do his work.
My sister sat down on her desk and start doing her work thingy.
As for myself, I felt weird.

It's feeling that I cannot really explain. But - all of the sudden, I felt that I don't belong here. Or even, I don't want to be here.

I end up hopping onto my bed and closed my eyes.

"Wayne, what's wrong?" My sister asked.
"Nothing"
"Feeling sick?"
"No, I just want to sleep"
"Well, I'm done with my work"
"I don't want to go out"
"Ah"

Then I heard my sister telling her boyfriend...."He doesn't want to go"

There was a sudden silence. This can only be explained that the boyfriend is whispering something into her ear or doing hand gestures.

"Okay, we will come to pick you up for dinner."
"It is okay, you two have fun. I'm really full. I don't want to eat."
"... Okay... Just leave your cell phone on. I'll call you"

"Okay, Wayne, bye" said the boyfriend.
"See you in a bit" said my sister.

I waved my hand.

I heard the squeegee noise let out by the door again. Then, the room was filled with silence.

You must be wondering with the following...

1) Why did you dressed up? If you are not going any where?
2) Did you change your mind about going out? Why?
3) When a guest arrives, you went to bed instead of greeting him and chat? Isn't that rude?

This is not the first time it something like this happened. I just don't feel like, going out with my sister and her boyfriend. I mean, I don't really want to bother or be part of it. Whenever we went out, all 3 of us, I just feel that I don't belong.
I don't hate the guy or anything. I just feel really uncomfortable and awkward.
I'm really tired of pretending that I enjoy going out with them, or even, I'm tired that I enjoy living in New York. I'm just tired of everything.
Instead of making up excuses or pretending that I'm having a lot of fun hanging with them, I have decided to be up front and honest with my feeling.

"I don't want to go"
"I don't want to go out"
"I'm tired. I don't think I want to go out with you guys"
"I don't want to be the 3rd Wheel, I don't like that"
"Yes, I'm sure. I don't want to go"

I always end up feeling depressed when I rejected their invitation.

I don't even know what to do anymore.

Its 7:35pm right now... Should I join them for dinner?

Friday the 13th

Friday night, it's the night
let's go party
yeah yeah~

Friday night, it's the night
let's get it on
yeah yeah~

Hrm, going to celebrate Friday the 13th at Webster Hall tonight with my sister and her boyfriend. Hrm - This is reallly great. Me, Friday the 13th, and a bunch of kids. YOUNGER kids, slutty girls, crusing str8 horn dogs, str8 crowds... Loud music, stuffy air, and of course, sweatz and body oder. I'm not sure what to expect... But being a 3rd wheel doesn't really make me feel any better.

I Miss Him

I can't wait go to back to see him. My Love, My Boy. MUAH MUAH MUAH

The urge of moving back to CA is driving me nuts. The longer I live in New York, the more I hate it. --- This is really, driving me insane ---

Phone Memory 2
*Phone Rings*

*Wayne picks up the phone*

Wayne: "Hello?"

Voice: "Bruce?"

Wayne: "Sorry, this is not Bruce. I think you got the wrong number."

Voice: "Who is this?"

Wayne: "I've already told you. There is no Bruce here. You got the wrong number."

Voice: "You F**King Liar! I need to speak to Bruce."

Wayne: "I'm sorry, but you got the wrong number."

Voice: "You MotherF*cker! Son-of-a-B*tch! Let me talk to Bruce Now!!!"

Wayne: "Excuse me?!"

Voice: "Gawd Damn it! You F*ucking..."

Wayne: "F*CK You and F*CK yo mama. Don't make me go up there and stick my foot up your sorry A$$. It's gonna hurt you so bad that you wish you weren't born as a skanky hoe!You F*ckin' AH-Hole! SH*T, Go to HE*L!!"

*Wayne hangs up the phone*

And I thought to myself... "Damn! I'm ghetto fabulous!"

(ahem, I'm not like this though, seriously, I'm a very sweet, shy and innocent guy in real life. I am! I am!)

Image of the Day

He looks like he's having a lot of fun...

Phone Memory 1
*Phone Rings*

*Sister picks up the phone*

Sister: "Hello?"

Voice: "Oh yeah baby, Oh yeah..."

Sister: "..... Hello?"

Voice: "Uh... Baby... You are so hot..."

*Sister looks at me*

*Wayne grabs the phone*

Wayne: "Hello?"

Voice: "Uh... Oh yeah... Oh yeah...!"

*Wayne looks at mom*

*Mom takes the phone and presses the SPEAKER button*

Mom: "........."

Voice: "Oh baby, Oh my baby..."

Mom: "........"

Voice: "Uh...Oh yeah...."

Mom: "Grrrrrrr... Grrrrrr....:

Voice: "Uh.............."

Mom: "Geeeee.....Geeeeee....."

Voice: "Uh, Hello?"

*Mom hangs up the phone*

*Wayne and his sister giggle like there's no tomorrow*

Uh.... I made a bunch of changes on my entries and blogger.com hasn't reflect those changes for like, 3 days already. Uh... What's going on...

The Shattered Dream of a Diva
What can I say, I have to surf the web when I'm working. I really do. It is something that I do to de-stress myself.
Anyway, I went to MTV.COM today - like the usual, I went to the casting call section. Down the list... I saw "Say What? Karaoke is BACK!" -- I was like, WOW!!!! REALLY!!! That is SOOO COOL!!! And this time, it's in New York!!
I have auditioned for Say What? Karaoke back when I was still a college pup back in San Diego. It was one of the exciting and memorable experiences I ever had. I was very proud that I made it though the first audition.
I closed my mind, and let my memory take me back to another time trip... I see myself, wearing a pair of olive green relax-fit pants with a bunch of pockets... A black T-shirt and tennis shoes....

"Okay, Wayne, you are up"

I jumped onto the stage.....

*music starts in the background*

(yes, that's it, that's the song! - Candy by Mandy Moore)

I held the microphone close to my lips.... took a deep breath... and sang...

I'm so addicted
To the lovin' that you're feeding to me~~~~
Can't do without it~~~~
This feeling's got me weak in the knees~~
Body's in withdrawal~~
Everytime you take it away~~
Can't you hear me callin'
Begging you to come out and play?

I raised my right arm and points at one of the judge.
I winked at her.
I did.
Moving to the left of the stage, I made a turn, and winked at another girl.
yes I did.

So baby come to me ~~
Show me who you are ~
Sweet to me~
Like sugar to my heart
I'm cravin' for you
I'm missin' you like candy~~~

I got a call back after a week - For my second audition. I was way hyped up... But, it was during my midterms week... I did manage to go to the 2nd audition... But I was really tired. I looked like a freakin' panda. Many sleepless nights and stress caused my stardom to fame. I didn't make it though the second audition. I didn't have the sparks that I had from the first audition. - I wasn't flaming enough -

You must be wondering, why in the world did I pick Mandy Moore's Candy Song? Well, back when I first register to audition for the show, we have to select songs from a list of videos that was provided. They didn't have any good J'Lo songs that I can really shake my butt with. And all other songs are too hard for me to sing. (Okay, I admit it, I'm not a good singer - in fact, I *can't* sing) - I have to do something to distract the judge from noticing my voice. Therefore, I decided to be a "Candy Boy."

That was probably the last audition I did for anything.

Anyway, I got excited to see Say What? Karaoke is back, and the audition is in New York. (I'm in New York! Yay!) I clicked the link, and read the description. And yes, it was the same description that I read while back!! The time for me to revenge is here!!! It's finally here!!!

Then I saw "We are looking for enthusiastic, high energy kids ages 16-24 who want compete on our show, perform for our panel of celebrity judges and possibly turn your skills into PRIZES!"
and then "You MUST look 16-24 years old"

Like an arrow through my heart... I went blank for a couple of seconds...

"Why?!"

"Why Me?!"

I am NOT nor I look anywhere within the age range.

This sucks big time.

Argh!

Porridge and Penicillin
Okay, so I had my wisdom tooth extracted. No big deal. I'm a man, I can take it.
But I can't stand having to eat porridge for the last coupe days. I can't chew, and I can't open my jaw wide....
So, Porridge became my temporary solution to hunger.
But the problem is, it is not filling enough, nor it provide enough ENERGY for me.
I'm not sure if it is the Porridge diet or the Penicillin that I have been taking for the surgery, I have been feeling VERY dissy and VERY weak...
I feel very brave, for coming to work today - even though I know that the medication can knock me out anytime. Oh well, I don't have enough sick days anyway.
*yawn*
So, how are you doing?