It's Goddess!

Brushing though black, gray, ivory coats - I swiftly pushed my body though the mountain of people coming in and out in Penn Station.

Every weekday morning, I would have to 'dash' my body though the people just to make it to the subway in time.

Each morning, I would pass though familiar faces.

Monique still works at Dunkin' Donut.

And that handsome cop named Ross, always stood near K-Mart.

The rude ticket booth guy will always be there.... And several eye candies that I have noticed within the last 2 months.

Routine of life, I call it.

But today was different.

Something strange happened.

In my (a little too big) black coat, carrying my bag, in the usual speed, I speed-walk-and-dodge though the people, heading toward the [2] train.

In front of me, I saw a young woman, probably around my age, in a dark purple coat. Under neath her coat, she wore a nicely-tailored royal blue suit. (Ann Taylor?)

Oh, that's a pretty coat. Since there weren't many people wear that color to work.

I continued to walk forward.

She continued to walk toward me.

Oh, that's a nice shade of hair color. I eyed her up and down.

She, on the other hand, had her eyes focusing on her cell phone.

As we got closer toward each other, the more she was aware of my presence.

Then our eyes met for a split second.

I didn't stop.

She didn't stop.

I took a step to the right, gave her direct full access to pass.

She took a step to the left, and stopped directly in front of me.

I look at her.

She lowered her hand with the cell phone, and looked at me into the eyes.

"Jesus."

She said.

Then she walked around me - and disappeared in the forest of people.

I was stunned. I stood there, with my mouth wide open.

"It's Goddess, you fool!!" I thought.

*sneeze*

*blows nose*

*wipes running nose*

Uh... Uh...

It's that season again.

Damn it, I knew I shouldn't dance around naked right after shower.

*sneeze*

*blows nose*

*wipes running nose*

Now I'm dizzy-like.

Ah.

Ex-BF #1: The Vampire

We were both young,
Filled with curiosity,
What is it like, to have a relationship.

People talk about it,
Online and off line.

You messaged me.
I answered back.
On a specific night in July.

We chatted.
We emailed.
Words filled with hope and desire.
Lust, to be exactly.
I wanted love, not knowing what it is.
You wanted love, I thought.

Like I have known you for years,
We changed thoughts behind the computer screen.
As if, you were my boyfriend.

You were up in LA,
And I was down in SD.
But that didn't stop us.

2 Months after, we've finally met.
2 Hours of Train ride, wasn't bad.
Thanks to John, that I found you.

Finally, face to face.
Not expected.
You were different.
You smoke.
You have tattoo.

Do you have job, I asked.
No, you answered.
How do you make a living, I asked.
Mom, you said.
You came from a single parent family.
A family consist your mom, your half sister and your mom's boyfriend.
Wow, I thought. I've never known anyone like that.

I'd better take good care of you, I promised myself.

You're a Goth.
Dresses in black.
Vampire, you addressed yourself.
Weirdo, I thought.
But will never heard that from me.
Because, you are my boyfriend. I thought.
I will love you for no matter what.

Tried to be a good lover,
I refused to let you starve.

I applied to work on campus.

Few weeks after, I earned enough for the train again.
We met.
You showed me your campus.
Nice, I thought. In a way.
I gave you the food I got.
You happily accepted them.

The smile on your face brought me a smile.

The cycle continued. Until...

5 Months, I think, that we dated.
6 Times that I have met you in person.
7 Days before my 19th Birthday, you changed my life.

Like always, we were online.
We messaged each other.
For some reason, you said that I cheated on you.
What? I thought.
Then you start to blah out harsh words.
Words so cold, that my heart stopped beating.

"It's over" you wrote.
I didn't remember the exact words no more.
But you wanted to end everything.

"Never want to talk to you again."
"Never want to see you again."
Words floating around my head.

Roommate asked. "Wayne, You okay?"
I turned. "Oh, I'm so stressed."
My words were trembling.
My body was shaking.

I went out of the room, to the roof top.
In that star-filled night.
I was clueless. I didn't know what to do.
I was lost.
I was really lost.
I sat at the corner, waiting for my body to stop shaking.
Minutes, maybe.
Or even hours passed.
I returned to my dorm.

Acted like nothing happened.

There was never a fairy tale for me.
The reality is, a tale is a tale.
It will never come true.

JoeD, my online friend since 17.
Did warn me about the Vampire.
They went to the same school.
"I told you already. He's no good."
I never listened.
I wanted a boyfriend so bad.
"Wayne, let me tell you..."
And I listened.

It turned out.
That daytime-soap-like night.
The Vampire was on drugs.

Doesn't matter.
It's over.

I continued to work.
I studied.
I went to support groups.
And I made friends.

The process was tough and long.
But I have no regrets.
I grew, from all these.

I want to thank you, for the reality call.
I experienced scenes from day time soap.
Even though you continued to hurt me.
With your hook-up stories.
I grew stronger.
And finally, I had the strength.
To pull myself away from your domain.

You gave me both happiness and pain.
You have taught me a lesson of life.
And I appreciate it.

I have gave you lots of stuff too.

Thoughts.
Dreams.
And my once soft-tender hands.
(Damn dish room ruined me)

But I never gave you...

My Tears.

Not even a single drop.

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OH MY GAWD

I just accidentally sent a YAHOO GROUP email with my PHONE NUMBER... (Suppose to be submitting my contact info to an agent)

I didn't realize it until I got the email from myself....

478 memebers in the group must have gotten the same thing.

OH MY GAWD.

I'm GOnna CRY.

Why... Why... Why...

'Til the Summer

Last Thursday, Duckie called.

Duckie has been going though a very tough time with his love life. He fell in love with someone that he shouldn't have any attachments with. But again, that's really his personal life, so I will not discuss his juicy drama.

We talked on the phone, about his problems. I poured my heart out to make him feel better. He knew what I had to say. He knew what Danni said. But it was just tough for him to get himself out of the current situation. (Ack, I almost blew the cover up)

One thing leads to another. He said:

"Wayne, guess what?"

"What?"

"I look so good now."

"Oh? Been using that 2nd hand Solo-Flex-Home-Excercise thingy lately?"

"Every - Single - D-a-y"

"Oh wow, you are full-filling your new year's resolution from.... "

"Too long ago."

"Exactly."

"But you are not doing this for yourself, I know that."

"I want to look good. So he will like me."

"You are helpless."

"Yeah, yesterday, after I took my shirt off... He said that I look good... Very good... All toned and stuff...."

"Whore!"

"Wayne... Heh Heh Heh... I'm gonna be rocking over the summer..."

"I don't go to the beach anyway."

"Don't you want to loose weight? I mean, you know that you want to tone up a bit."

"I need hella a tone up. All over."

"Go workout."

"No Gym around me. No Money. No time."

"Go excercise."

"Me Lazy."

"You gonna be so jealous of me."

"Whatever..."

So... on Friday night... I went out clubbing at The Web with FANNY and met with his friends... I danced all night... (took some break in between... I'm no longer young... My body coudn't handle hours of ass non-stop ass shaking) And then, on Saturday night, I went out clubbing at Roxy with the same gang... I danced and danced and danced... I gave it all... Totally...

On Sunday, I woke up around noon... and... I felt more... Alive. (Toned, you know. I worked the muscles.)

I think I'm going to up my Clubbing-Queen crown back on my head. For at least, until the Summer.

Emotional Cycle: What I told my sister last weekend. (The Break Though)

We have planned to move to another apartment a while back. Basic, the current living situation is just terrible. First of all, my sister and I share a single studio apartment. Sharing a small living space has been tough, on my side. (Sister didn't seem to mind. After all, the studio was her place before I moved to NY) Since I'm still living behind my closet door, it has became a great pressure for, constantly fear of being caught talking to my GAY friends online, reading GAY oriented blogs, or even, chatting with PAW.

I have to live my life under the shadow. Always afraid that she will find out about me...

Life become much harder, and dramatic, when the male love bird showed up in our lives.

The day before I turned 26, I told my sister after we checked out an apartment in Queens, that I want to move out.

I saw it in her expression, that she was shocked and hurt.

The original plan was that instead of continuing to rent our current tiny studio apartment, we are going to purchase an apartment, one that will help us to reduce our tax, and also, it would be a good investment.

We have been looking for an apartment with two bed rooms. One room for her and one for myself. There will be at least a door between our living space.

After checking that 2 bed rooms apartment, I have a feeling of bitterness in my chest.

She asked... How I thought of the apartment.

I replied that I didn't like it. Then after few seconds, I said that I didn't like it not because of its structure and environment, but the fact I will have to live with her.

Having to live so close to my sister (and we work together as well) - I seriously has lost my life. A life that I know I would enjoy. A life that I can do whatever I want without having to worry about a set of eyes watching me.

I even had the urge of coming out to her, and let her know how much I would like to invite my gay friends to have dinner. How much that I no longer need to wait until she's out on a date, to see Paw. I don't want to be all secretive to do and go to places that I want. Having been hiding all these life of mine for yeas, I don't want it to continue until the day that I die. This is my life, and I should be able to freely choose how I want to live.

Another problem is the male love bird. He is probably the biggest a$$ hole in the entire world. Being immature and self-centered, I seriously don't think that bastard is good for my sister. Even if they are not dating, I can never be friends with him... He and I just don't click. But again, I have been butting myself out of the birds' relationship. After all, it is her life, not mine.

There are times where my sister and I went out to buy something and ended up hanging with HIM. I've been put in numerous situation of being a third wheel without even slightest hint.

Did she even realized that I didn't enjoy "HANGING OUT" with them? Did she even realized that HIS voice irritates me?

I have hinted her numerous of times... That once a week with them is enough. I told her how uncomfortable I feel when they are around. But she didn't seem to get it. She continued to set up arrangements with him without even asking me... I became a total shadow. I follow them around. To restaurants, movies, and clubs... Places that are very fun and interesting... I know that she wanted me to show me around... But the problem is... I can never enjoy any of them when He is around.

I have seen how badly the male love bird have been treating my sister, I seriously had the hardest time holding my anger. There are times I just want to tell him to F**K OFF... But I can't. She's my sister's boyfriend, and I don't want to do anything to upset him, or even, cause any drama between the two.

The death of Hong Kong Super-Mega Star Anita Mui really got me thinking about my life. She had all the glories and fame because of her talent. Yet she never had the chance to really settle down and enjoy her life. At age 40, she left the world without fulfilling her most desirable desire: Marry a man who loves her and have children. Having been a fan since birth, her death was a total shocker for me. She reminded me how short life really is.

The biggest debate that I have over myself, is weather or not I should live my life for myself, or for those who I cared. It has always been a difficult choice. How to live a life, is a tough puzzle itself.

I went to school, studied the major based on my parents' expectation. My career, has been based on supporting the family, loosen the financial burden.

I've asked myself, what if I'm a very selfish person. I have enough to support myself. I can easily moved out to some place away from family and live my life without any attachment. I can be so cold blooded and don't give a damn about the needs of my family.

The problem is, I can't be that type of person.

I made a choice before, after an incident took place back in College, that almost ended my life... uh...Well, I will talk about it in the 3rd Entry of the Emotion Cycle series.

With this choice I made, I have moved on and continue to live a double life.

Anyway, I had the hardest time sleeping, or even enjoy the Birthday party that my sister thew... I felt guilty, for hurting her earlier in the day. We've both acted nothing happened.

But deep inside, I felt like crap.

After my parents called me up and told me how they support my choice, but because of the financial burden, they asked me to continue to live with her until things settled down. (I already knew that things will never settle down.)

I had no choice.

The next day, after we got off work, I told my sister to forget what I said. I will continue to live with her in the new apartment... (We actally planned that one of us stayed in the new apartment, and one of us stay in the old apartment.) She said that if we try hard, we can support two apartments... But I knew right there... We couldn't.

When the train came to a stop. I pat on my sister on the shoulder and said.

"No need for two apartments. You are working 2 jobs already. Let's not make things more difficult."

And that was it. We got the new apartment... And will be looking forward to move in near the end of Feb. or Mid March.

Emotional Cycle: Introduction

Well, the new cubical at the new building didn't offer me much freedom to read and write blogs. With constant busy traffic behind my back, plus sitting near-next-to my BIG boss's annoying assistant... I really had to focus on work 100%. Not that it's a bad thing. I just don't like the extra pressure on my shoulders.

"Emotional Cycle" will be entries based on the 'depressing' and self-discovery memories in my life. [Breaking News: Not all Wayne's entries are funny.] These are very personal experiences. I don't mind sharing, actually. Just thought, maybe from my own experiences, some people (readers) will get to learn more about how I become myself today.

I've actually wrote numerous entries on things that toally made me upset. Sometimes, the experience brought tears in my eyes... Often, after a mini-introspection session, I felt like I have learned so much, and grew a little taller in maturity. But, I ended up deleting these entries. One by one, I will re-write these entries, and present you a more 'real' me.

This past weekend, I made a some-what break though if my life in New York. Even though things didn't end up as I expect it to be. But it was a step. I wrote about it, actually. And one thing leads to another. Aside from the break though event, I wrote about how unhappy at the current state, and then I went to fews years back and wrote about a near-death experience. And from that, it leads to a previous experience.... Well, you get the idea.

After reading Akuma's entry, I have the urge of writing this entry. It's personal, but I think i should share it. (Well, it helps me to talk it about as well. I can't held everything to myself... It's too much of an emotional burden).

Here is a break down on the "Emotion Cycle" entries:
(Yeah, I think I will forget what I wanted to write about. So, this is actually a reminder for myself)

Chapter 1: What I told my sister last weekend. (The Break Though)

Chapter 2: Coming Out to myself, struggle for self acceptance.

Chapter 3: It's not the time yet. At least, Not now.

Chapter 4: The next step.

And of course, maybe I should also write about my ex-Boyfriends.

"Ex-BF" Series:

Introduction to Ex-BFs.

Chapter 1: The Vampire.

Chapter 2: The Heartbreaker.

Chapter 3: The Slut.

Chapter 4: The Player.

Oh, and of course, my Beauty series.

"The Beauty Queen series:

Introduction to a Beauty Queen.

Chapter 1: Wayne's Ultimate Daily 'work out' routine.

Chapter 2: De-Toxic your Body, Free your Mind.

Chapter 3: Best Hair-Health Products and how to use them.

Chapter 4: Body Hair Removal: Hot Wax, Nads, Blade or Masking Tape?

And let's hope that I will not end up deleting this entry. :)

Things Come and Go

Piece by piece, as I pack my office STUFF in the big brown cardboard box, memories flew in and out of my head. Maybe it is because I don’t need to wear a suit to work today. No tie around my neck, no belt around my waist, and no black shoes that required constant polishing. I felt rather easy, on a day that is supposed to be sad.

I'd never thought that I would say good bye to this little cubical... The cubical where I first started the job in New York City.

The table with scratch and tape marks, the light purple chair with unknown stains, empty cabinets that were once filled with snacks, and the extension cords with my drawing on it... Will become part my new memories.

Covered with dust, my hands dig though piles of paper. Shoveling them left and right, only to discovered the missing stapler that I had been desperately searching for 2 months ago.

Bags after bags, I grabbed the snacks and CDs out of the hidden secret corner in the file cabinet. Some of them, I didn’t even remember I had them.

As I reached for red folder found under the stack of paper, I remember how it was a project that was assigned for me to completed, but ended up been completely forgotten by everyone.

Thank gawd there were no bugs, or a dead bodies. I said to myself as I took one last look at the once full cubical.

I would say Good Bye to David, if he’s still here. Since he already left for another job, I didn’t feel as ‘down’ as I expected to be.

I looked down at the boxes on the floor and took a deep breath.

This day has finally arrived, and it is the time.

"Off to the new office building, now." I whispered to my ex-Cubical.

Picture of the Day

Birthday Cluster

I celebrated my 26th Birthday at two locations earlier this week. The dinner took place at the Jekyll & Hyde Club in the city, then the party continued in a karaoke place in Queens.
Despite all the stress that I have been going though, I actually had fun.

Singing helps. :)

Now you are telling me?

This is the entry that I posted a while back (a week ago?) - But only stayed online for a couple of hours. You know, the Super Model Swinging mood got me back then. Now, I'm going to re-post it. :)

(Warning: This is a long and not-funny entry)


"Wayne, why didn't you go to Taiwan and be an actor?"

Said my sister, out of the blue, last night.

I paused for a couple seconds.

"Because I'm too old now." I replied.

"Not really." She said.

During the few seconds before I responded to my sister, millions of things went though my head.

I have always wanted to be an actor/singer/dancer/whatever - but since I have a terrible voice, I have go give up on my singer day dream. And then, since I've had knee injuries and a f**ked up back, I couldn't dance, so there goes that dream. I've only left with a dream, that some day, I can act on a stage - or even in front of the camera. I love to perform, I really do.

Before entering college, I have hinted to my parents that I would like to major in Theater... (I grew up under the influence that I must choose a career that will be stable and a life time supply of income) For some reason, I ended up doing Computer Science. Two years down the road, I had to drop out from that major, mainly because I never liked programming. I couldn't go on with something without the slightest interest. From that, I turned to ICAM. A new major that focused on Computing in Arts (Multimedia, Media, Web, etc). Since I have already wasted 2 years of my college life, ICAM was my only solution for graduation. (I was able to complete all the requirement within 3 years) My parents (and sister) couldn't figure out what else they want me to do, gave in. (At that time, they just want me to graduate) Without informing any of them, I signed up to minor in Theater (Theatre?).

During the rest of my college years, I have auditions for some small parts in indie films, school plays, and some other random projects. But I only went for the small part and made the slightest effort in getting the job.

Why? Because I was afraid if I did too much, my parents will know. Even though, I knew that I can do better.

After college, I stayed in San Diego for 6 more month, just to finish off my internship as a Web Designer/Developer... Then I moved home to live with my mom.

Every day, I would go to my trusty casting websites to see if there are anything that would suit me. I'd be looking at the posting and said to myself..."Oh, this is perfect for you. Oh, that one is good too... But you have to work and you can't call in sick tomorrow. Oh, too bad. And you don't have a head shot, nah. Mom will find out. Never mind."

Couple years ago, I flew to Taiwan to take of my Dad, who was hospitalized for surgery. We had brief chat, and again, I implied about my passion for the Entertainment industry. And we chat and chat and chat and some how, it turned into working in the Entertainment Industry - BEHIND the scene deal.

After I came back to US, I landed another internship through connection. Worked 'behind the scene' for a NBC show.

It was a great experience. I had the chance to see and eat with the actors. (Eating 'with' - even though they were 4 benches down, and I was all the way at the corner, but we were in the same lunch area) Learned a little on how things work... But I wasn't happy.

Needing money, I quit the internship and found a job where I can apply the skills I learned in college.

And yes, I taught Web Design and 3D Graphic/Animation as a teaching associate at a private Institute. Was I happy? Yes, I was. But the money sucked and 60+ hours per week was murdering my complexion. 4 months down the road, I had to say good bye to that job.

I've worked a several other jobs, and landed small parts in low budget productions.(Yeah, I played 'an audience' - gee what a great part) Until I have reached the age, where I was very worry about my career. I basically, forced myself to stop thinking about the Entertainment Industry... I had to concentrate what would be best for me and my family.

Though my sister's connection, I got my current job in New York.

The male love bird, who worked as a part time actor, re-lite my fire for the show business.

I can still remember how my sister said..."Yeah, you can do it part time over the weekends or something. For fun, you know." Yes, she has no clue how much effort is involved. (She knew that I have interests in acting since I was very young, but she didn't want me to take it seriously.)

With his help, I have gone to a couple auditions... (no. didn't get any parts) But it was nothing. Both of us were insecure about income and career, we couldn't give it all out.

In the traditional Asian culture, a job in Show Biz is doomed to failure.

I have got myself and my family to support.

For 9 years, I have dreamt and still dreaming about a career in the show biz, and had to press my feelings and passion down to the bottom of my feet.

Any YOU are telling me this NOW?

Then my sister opened her lips.

"But for get into the business, you need good connections. We don't have connections."

"Exactly..." I said.

I thought, if I went to Taiwan for Show Biz at a much younger age, I could have already slept my way up and be a rich Daddy now.


***Thanks to Kervs, for his previous comment on this entry***

Explaination of the Disappearing Act

*** Special Thanks to Khandi, for the wake-up call that I have to be true to my blog, and to my readers ***

As quoted from her blog entry "I haven't gotten too personal on this blog yet, and I don't know if I'm ready to." It is the same phrase that I have asked myself, whenever I started to blog about something that bothered me emotionally.

I'm sure most of you have experienced some 'disappearing act' on my blog, where I posted an entry about something, then after couple hours (days), the entry disappeared.

I considered myself a very emotion-driven person. (I used to be a real cold blooded biatch. Really, I was) But as I grow older, I've noticed that things around me can easily influence my mood of the day. From movies, rumors, strangers, news articles to people around me. Sometimes, I have the urge to blog about something unpleasant, on a personal level, pouring all my thoughts on something... But reading my own entries affects me. My not-so-funny-yet-so-very-serious entries made me feel like sh*t. Since I always go to my blog and use the links that I have to browse to other blogs, I always have to read what I post previously. And it affected my mood. That is probably one of the reasons why I usually post about fun and interesting things here... To entertain others and myself as well.

I would like to apologize to my dear readers, those who have commented on the 'serious' entries that I deleted. Now I'm writing this entry, is because I think I'm ready get personal. (No, I'm not going to talk about my penis.)

(Sorry Sam, I know you have commented on this entry. For some reason, it is so tough to be a mood-swinging super model wanna be - I appreciated your previous comment on this entry. To make up for deleting this entry last time, you can spank me free of charge.)

You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator.

"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.
She cried a single tear and shed a single drop
of blood upon the earth where she buried it.
From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into
the world."

Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),
Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian).
The Goddess is associated with the concept of
creation, the number 1, and the element of
earth.
Her sign is the dawn sun.

As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic
individual and people are drawn to you.
Although sometimes you may seem emotionally
distant, you are deeply in tune with other
people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.
Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your
own self. Goddesses are the best friends to
have because they're always willing to help.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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So G!

So, I was at work and felt the need to slack off a bit, therefore I logged onto AIM and chat with my fellow friend in the West Coast.

I guess that I was complaining about loosing hair, some how, we start to talk about Hair products.

Him: Wayne, how many hair products do you have?

Wayne: Too many.

Him: How many?

Wayne: Never count them. Why don’t I list the stuff that I currently use.

So, to make things short and simple, I have cut-n-paste extracts of our conversation and created the following list:


Shampoo and Conditioner

John Barrett / Bee Big Volumizing Shampoo
(I got this at a discount price. This is my every-day shampoo)

Herbal Essence / Balancing Shampoo
(Travel Size. I have it in my bag. I only used it once, after I got bird poo-bomed during lunch time.)

L'Oreal / Feria Conditioner
(Great conditioner that can be use for color-treated and regular hair)

Origins / Richard Rewards
(My once a week hair/scalp repair treatment)

Leave-In Conditioner/Nourishing Treatment

The Body Shop / Amlika Leave-in Conditioner
(I use this thick Leave-in Conditioner in replacement of Hair Gel)

Bath and Body Works / Bio Sea & Sun Sea Salt Spray
(Once in a while, if I don’t want my hair to dry up, I’d use this moisturizing oil-like spray mixed with my leave-in conditioner. Bought it because I was curious, now I regret. )

Herbal Essence / Intensive Cream Leave-In Conditioner
(This is what I use as a regular leave-in conditioner. Not strong enough to use as a hair styling product.)

Charles Worthington / Hair Healer
(I haven’t open this one yet, but used it before. A very nice thick leave-in conditioner that I use as a Hair Gel replacement.)

University Medical / Root Nourishing Serum
(I use this after I towel dry my hair. Suppose to prevent hair loss. Didn’t notice any results yet.)

University Medical / Booster Spray
(I use this after the Root Nourishing Serum dried up. Suppose to promote hair growth. No results yet.)

Yves Rocher / Phytum Revitalizing Hair Concentrate
(My 1-3 times a week night cream for hair. Since I recently got it, haven’t been noticing any results.)

Yves Rocher / Hydrating Pre-Shampoo Serum
(I ordered this thing a long time ago, and totally forgot to use it. Once a week pre-shampoo hair conditioning treatment. I’ve only one tube so far.)

Styling Aid

Aveda / Styling Curessence Hair Rejuvenator and Detangler
(My sister bought it, but I’m the only person who has been using it. Not sure what it is suppose to do. Felt like nothing on my hair.)

L’Oreal / L'Oreal Studio AquaGel
(I know, I don’t usually use Hair Gel. I use this only if I need to make my hair hard and spiky.)

Unknown Japanese Brand Soft Hair Wax
(My dad couldn’t use it due to his thin hair, so he gave it to me. I’ve only used it once. Made my hair chunky like.)

The Body Shop / Glossing Hair Wax
(Travel Size. I have it in my bag. I've only used it after I shampooed off the bird poo off my hair.)



Him: Holy Sh*t! You are such a f*g.

Wayne: I've to do what I’ve got to do.

Him: You have too many thing on your hair. No wonder your hair is falling.

Wayne: I don't use them all at the same time! I usually use one of the products after shampooing.

Him: You are so f**king gay.

Wayne: Say Princess, please.

Him: You Dork.

Wayne: Meep.

What a day. Not an usual Day, You know?

As I looked at the company’s Holiday Schedule, I found that a 3 days weekend is just around the corner.

That’s right, I get to have an extra day to sleep, rest, and probably will be able to play some video games.

But what made this day special?

So, I did my research.



Martin Luther King Jr.

When I look at the calendar, and I saw that today, Monday, January 19th, is marked as a National Holiday. January 19th, a day that was made a Holiday for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Martin Luther King Day honors the civil rights leader who fought for the rights of African-Americans. King was born on January 15th, 1929. We celebrate the holiday on the third Monday of the month. This is year, just happened to be the 19th.

While doing my research, I have also came across some very interesting information:



Janis Joplin

Janis Joplin was born January 19, 1943 and died October 4, 1970. In between she led a triumphant and tumultuous life blessed by an innate talent to convey powerful emotion through heart-stomping rock-and-roll singing. Probably one of the most famous female rockers in US History.

The strange thing is, I never heard of her until I came across a script in my College Acting Class, where I played a character who tried to picked up a girl, by talking about Janis’ music. A fellow classmate let me borrow a Janis Joplin collection CD. I couldn’t say that I am into her music, but the style and arrangement of her songs really made me go WOW.



Dolly Parton

“I will always love you” a song made famous by Weed Queen Whitney Houston, was originally sang and written by Dolly Parton. Dolly, the famous country/blue grass legend who was better known for her ample bosom , celebrates her birthday on January 19th.

I’m not much of a country music fan, but her talent truly amazed me. Having to released 62 studio albums, numerous awards and achievements, I have got to show respect to the owner of Dollywood. (See, unlike Jacko’s Neverland Ranch, Dolly’s theme park is open to public.)




Hikaru Utada

Soon to spread her music to US, the already established (married) young Japanese R&B-Pop Star Hikaru Utada, also celebrates her Birthday today.

Damn it, I’m so F**King jealous, she’s so young yet making so much money. (She’s like the Britney Spears in Japan.)



Wa.Ri.Su

Enough said, today is also WaRiSu’s 26th Birthday. Fine lines have already made their way to ruin left-over signs of youth on her face. Today, will be the day that WaRiSu polishes her face with sand paper.

“Oh, it will always be my 21st Birthday...”

Uh. Okay. So, its my Birthday... (sigh)

Holiday Back Track 4: Can you hear me?

After reading Pua's entry yesterday, where she made a reference to the grocery strike in CA, reminded of a minor incident that happened to me during the holidays.

Therefore, instead of blogging about my recent ultra sexual wet fantasy, I have decided to share this incident with you all.

It was on a Wednesday night, after having the most stuffing Chinese Dinner Buffet with family, I departed to Los Angeles. (So many people to see, so many places to go, so little time) Of course, it was already 8:00PM - and driving up to Los Angeles can be a very dangerous and exhausting thing to do especially when I'm stuffed with food and had very little sleep. But I've got to do what I had to do. I have already made an arrangement with my friend JoeD (whom I've know since I was 17 years old).

Before hitting the Freeway, I got very thirsty. (Must be the salt from the food) While looking for a place to purchase some thinking to drink, I called Paw.

"Hey"

"Paw"

"Wha-Chu-Doin'?"

"Driving. I'm so thirsty~"

"Oh."

"You? What are you doing?"

"Watching TV."

"Like always."

"Got nothing to do, you know."

"Awe.... I had the fullest buffet earlier. I think I weight 160 lbs. now."

Then I saw the big Albertsons on the corner of the street. I pulled over to the parking lot, parked, and then stepped out.

"Paw, I'm at a Super Market now. Albertsons, a west coast chain...."

While still talking with Paw on the cell phone head set, I walked toward the entrance.

"Okay, I'm going inside now, don't be surprised if the connection..."

All of the sudden, a woman approached me from behind and grabbed my right arm. (Not a pat on the shoulder. She GRABBED HARD.)

"HEEEYYYY!!!!!!!!!" she yelled as if she caught a thief.

"DAMN B*TCH, GET YOUR F**KING HAND OFF OF ME! HOW DARE TOUCH THE FAIRY QUEEN GODDESS!!!!!" I screamed... in my head.

I turned around, looked into her eyes. Whiling holding the head-set microphone with my right hand, I lift her hand off with my left, and let go.

Followed by a smile, I said "Can't you see I'm on the phone? Excuse me." Then I walked into the store.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw her stood there, with a confused facial expression, and mumbled something.

"What happened?" Paw asked.

"Oh, some woman grabbed me. One of the strikers."

"Why she grab you?"

"Cause she wants me to fulfill her sex-in-public fantasy."

"No kidding. Now, tell me, why she grab you?"

"I don't know, seriously. Nor I care. But if she did that again, I'm going to claw her."

So I walked around the market and couldn't find any COLD drinks that I want.

"Argh, Paw, nothing I want. I guess I'll have to settle for Starbucks."

Approaching the exit, I saw the grabber lady along with another woman yelling at man who entered Albertson with his son.

"I'm here for the Pharmacy." He replied.

At that point, I knew that something will happen to me.

And I was right, at the moment the grabber lady saw me, I saw fire in her eyes.

She came directly to me, stood in front of me.

She said out loud..."CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?"

I wiggled my head set... And said "Good!" (It was a silly Verizon Wireless Commercial Reference that she didn't get.)

"What the H*LL do you think you are doing?" She said.

"Touch me again, and I'm gonna scream RAPE!" I yelled in my head.

"What am I doing? I'm talking to you right now." I replied.

"Why did you go in there?!" She glared at me.

"Don't be rude, Miss. I went in because I'm thirsty."

"And..." she opened her cracked lips.

"Empty handed. Found nothing I want." I cut her off.

Before she had the chance to blah words out of her mouth, I said:

"If I were you, I would invest my time on someone who actually cares. I'm tired, I'm busy, and I'm from the east coast. I don't give a damn."

As soon as I finished my speech, I turn and walk toward my car without looking back.

"What happened?" Ask Paw.

"She got mad cause she couldn't have me." I giggled.

"Whatever."

Eye Candy Of the Day


Ha.Ri.Su

"Wow" is probably the first thing that popped in my mind when I saw HaRiSu on magazine covers. I have never seen a Korean Film/TV/Singer/Model this pretty. After flipping though the magazine, and read the article about her... That is when I learned She used to be a He. (Had Sex-Change Operation) Breaking into the entertainment scene as a top commercial model, fearlessly, risking her career and future, she openly discuss her past under the eye of the media.

Unexpected, HaRiSu became even more popular than ever in Asia. And of course, there are people who disagree with her choice in life, constantly attack her image in open media. But she didn't give a damn. She's proud of what she did.

"I have always feel that I'm a woman. I just took that one extra step to complete myself. I don't need anyone to tell me who or what I am." She responded.

When she first visit Taiwan, during the press conference, a reporter asked her:

"So, which public restroom do you use?"

"Why are you asking me this question? I am a Woman!" She said.

That is why I admire her, for her courage to to be who she wants to be. She didn't let anyone to tell her who she should live her life. She is in control of her destiny, living a life that she desires. Isn't that part of the meaning of life? Living a life that is worth living... and to be happy?!

Doesn't matter if she was he. To me, she is drop dead gorgeous, inside and outside. (And look what modern technology can do, I mean, Wow!)


Uh, and No. I have no desire to change my sex. Thank you very much.

Holiday Back Track 3: New Year's Eve.

To celebrate the New Year's Eve, my family (along with my sister's BF) and I went to this boba place whose owner is a friend of my family's friend's friend's friend's sister. (We get discount on all drinks)

Oh, what is boba? Well, it is a bigger version of a regular tapioca that are usually found in puddings. In Taiwan, where boba is first produced, people mixed the big tapioca ball with milk tea. Thus, became the famous Pearl Milk Tea that spread its yummy taste to all parts of the world. If you live in Southern Orange County (in California), you should definitely check this place out. They have really nice fresh boba drinks.

Anyway, at the boba smoothie shop, we met up with other 2 families and friends that we know for the longest time. (My family know them since we first moved to United States.)

Right after I stepped into the shop, Mrs. Wang came up to me.

"Ah, Ah-Wayne, you are so tall now. I can still remember how short you were few years back."

"Milk, it does a body good." I replied.

Both of Mrs. Wang's daughters are married. I can still remember the youngest daughter during the High School days... Now, she has a husband. She waved at me while holding a baby in her arms.

My sister went up to her.

"This is the baby!! How Cute!" Said my sister. Who, is the 3rd oldest girl among the three families, yet, still not married.

Then my sister introduced the male love bird (her BF) to others.

Like someone won the jack pot, everyone got excited and want up to the male love bird. Asking him all sort of questions. (They were treating him like an object, rather, a new toy. A boy toy) They all seemed happy for the female love bird, of finally found a boyfriend.

After getting some food and drink, I sat on the bench. Looking all everyone. The families, parents, their children and friends.

Then all of the sudden, two little boys came and stood in front of me.

I looked down.

Their mom, my sister's friend approached.

"This is Wayne Sue Sue (Uncle in Mandarin)."

The two boys remained silent. They were too young to talk.

At that moment, my soul was frozen.

I remember just FEW years ago... (more like, 8 years ago) Those adults would introduce me to their children as Big Brother Wayne. And now, I have advanced to an Uncle level?!

Then a little girl and her sister came, and starred at me.

Their mom came... "Say Wayne Sue Sue."

"Wayne Sue..."

I cut them off before they get to finish the complete sentence.

"No No No. Call me Wayne Kuo Kuo (Older Brother in Mandarin) or Da Kuo Kuo (Big Older Brother)"

Then Mrs. Wang padded me on my shoulder.

"Aiya, you shouldn't teach them the wrong way to address you. Their mother is same age as your sister. They call their mom Mother, therefore, they call your sister Auntie. And you are your sister's brother, so you have to be Uncle. It is the proper way to show respect."

She left me speechless. I didn't know what to say. (Because she's right.)

Through out the rest of the night, I was surrounded by children. Those who can speak, called me Wayne Kuo Kuo. I have successfully brain washed them. But deep inside my heart, a new virtual band-aid was in the process of covering up the newly made wound.

That was the second wake-up call that I have gotten, that made me came to realized that I have aged.

(The first wake up call came from my co-workers, when I fist joined the department, everyone asked me how many kids I have...)

Being addressed as Uncle Wayne, marked the age - the boundary line of a new generation. Majorities of the people that I went to High School with, got married. Eddie, whom I had a crush on, has 4 kids. (Bumped into him and his family at Sizzlers last year) I am no longer the person that was once called an Older Brother.

I have aged.

And I'm continuing to age.

Soon, they will call me Daddy. Sugar Plum Daddy.

(After) The Wedding Banquet

Phew. Okay. I have finally submitted my entry for Bloggie. (I didn't know about it until I visited his site)

Anyway, this is suppose to be another Holiday back track, but I just have to blog about it.

This past weekend, we (The love (?) birds and I) went to the female love bird's friend's wedding banquet. (Gee, is it me? This sentence seemed weird)

The Banquet took place at a Cantonese Restaurant some where in Flushing, Queens. I have to say, despite the little tiny space, we had a great time. The food was fabulous. (Fabulous in a Joan River kinda way)

I spent the last 5 days, controlling my diet and finally lost 4 lbs. But after the banquet, I'm back into my Mr. Santa phase. I just couldn't resist the food.

After stuffing ourselves like a bunch turkey, we head to the Karaoke to continue the celebration. Some people had to leave, because they lived out side of New York.

The Bride reserved two booths, since there were so many people who could stay for to the Karaoke.

In our booth, people are mostly the Bride's Grad School friends. (Including my sister) Those are the people that I'm familiar with.

In the other booth, are filled with the Bride?s roommate and their friends. (Younger Generation. Pfft) They all sang new songs.

Due to the fact that we can order drinks for free (the totally amount can add up to the booth fee) that people start to order alcohol. The female love bird, another lady, and I ordered non-alcohol drinks. (The female love bird had root canal, the other lady is pregnant, and I have to drive home)

The Karaoke night started out slowly. The Bride and Hubby walked back and forth between the two booth.

People start to pick the songs they like. The Bride sang first. A Chinese song by Andy Lau.

Then, My cell phone ranged.

For the first 40 minutes, I stayed at the lobby area, talking on the phone. (Was chatting with my pal Danni in CA). After I returned to the booth, I noticed those with alcohol drinks were pretty much intoxicated.

At the time, the male love bird was singing to a boy band song.

The female love bird was busy taking pictures with her digital camera.

The Hubby mouthing to the lyrics.

The Bride went to the lady's room.

Loud. I thought.

Quietly, I sat down on the edge of the sofa.

I smiled. I clapped. I picked a song for myself. (I love to sing, but I don't have the voice. As a matter of fact, I have the most weird sounding voice that I have ever heard in my entire life. The truth is, I find my voice to be extremely unpleasant. My mom agreed with me too.)

They drank more. And more.

Cheers.

More Cheers.

Then as soon as Madonna's "Like A Virgin" started to play, the Hubby jumped up, grabbed the microphone and started to sing. While singing, he wiggled his body back and forth.

"Yeah Baby!" We screamed.

The male love bird jumped up and screamed. "Yeah! Shake it!"

I looked to the right, at the Hubby? I thought he was shy? I guess the alcohol bought out the wolf in him.

I looked to the left, at the male love bird, whom has always been flamboyant. I saw the alcohol had loosen him up.

Then all of the sudden, the male love bird jumped me and started to spank drunken Hubby's butt.

The female love bird yelled. "What are you doing?!" Then broke into laugher.

The Hubby giggled and continued to sing.

Everyone else got up and sang along while the spanking action continues. "Like a virgin, touched for the very first time!"

Myself, on the other hand, couldn?t believe what just happened. I sat on the edge of the soft, observing this amazing event like a goodie Jr. High School girl.

I clapped my hand along with others, while thinking..."Damn you animals. Show come class, please!"

ABBA's "Dancing Queen" was the next song. Continuing the hype from the previous song, everyone was on their feet singing. (Well, I got up too. I felt left out)

Then Bride came back from the other booth.

"I'm back!!"

The female love bird said: "You missed the best part!"

The Bird replied "Never too late to start it again!" and picked up her cup of Sake.

"Cheers!"

She gobbled up the sake.

The Hubby, the male love bird drank their wine.

The female love bird, and another girl had fruit tea.

I picked up the cup of my (very sweet) iced coffee, and cheered.

The Bride stood in front of the screen, moving her body back and forth, singing to Dancing Queen.

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life~
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen~

We joined her, as the back-up singer/dancer/drunks.

Just before the song ends, the Hubby's sister came into our booth and grabbed him to the other booth. "Got a song for him!"

The next song started to play:

BEAT IT. (Yup. Jacko's song)

The men in the room got hyped up.

"This is OUR SONG! We dedicated this song to you!"

Some guy took one microphone, while the male love bird and I share the other.

"Yeah, Beat it~ Beat it~"

Mid-way though the song, the female love bird said: "Wayne! Give her a lap dance!"

"Yeah!" Screamed the Bride.

For some reason, out of no where, an invisible hand pushed my body toward the front of the room.

I grabbed the Bride's hand and turned her around and then pressed my chest against her back.

Then, the invisible hand pushed my hip back and forth, at the same time, my shoulders start to shake.

"Yeah Shake it!" She yelled.

The make love bird jumped over the little table and stood in front of the Bride.

He shook his body.

I shook my body.

He shook his body shimmy style. (Upper Body Only)

I shook my body doggy style. (Upper body and lower body, different direction and speed!)

I love competitions, don't you?

Then I gave it all.

We all did.

The rest of the night is filled with screams, laugher, and lots of alcohol. (For me, it was sugar and caffeine)

We had fun, really.

I never had so much fun with so many straight people. (Ahem, I'm usually the shy quiet one in front of them)

The next day, after I climbed off my bed, I saw my sister sitting in front of her computer.

"Uh, its afternoon already?" I mumbled.

"Good Morning." Said the male love bird.

I nodded at him. (Gee, at our place again?)

"Wayne. You should see yourself last night."

"Why?"

"Wanna take a look?" She grinned.

What? What? What did she mean by that?

"Ah." Escaped though my lips.

Thanks to the modern technology for the digital vid-camera. Everything that happened in the previous night were all caught on video.

After the female love bird played it back on her laptop. I had the total jaw-dropping experience.

First we saw the clip of the soft-core man-on-man ass spanking action. Performed by the very drunk male love bird and the semi-drunk Hubby.

The male love bird laughed.

Female love bird then said?"Wait until you see this."

She played the second clip.

Music played though the laptop. "Beat it~ Beat it~" I heard my ugly voice though the speakers.

"Gawd. I sound awful. Why did I sing."

I had the loudest voice among the 4 men. Whenever I hear my own voice (via voice mail, messages etc) I get chills up my back. I was shiver all over until I saw the part where the male love bird and I surrounded the Bride.

Then I saw myself placing my left leg on the table, just next to the Bride?s thigh, and start to move my left lip forward in circles. Swinging my right arm in the air, in circles. The male love bird, behind her, continue to do the same move.

The Bride covered her face in embarrassment, yet, yelling? "Yeah! Yeah!"

The Hip rubbing action was followed by body shimmy...

There we were. Dancing, Shaking and Humping against the Bride's body, like, A coven of fairies doing the tribe dance. My gosh, we were dazzling! (I looked so damn gay)

I returned to my desk, speechless. Pretended nothing ever happened, I proceed to play my computer game.

In my head, I totally thought we should have sang "Diamond's are a girl's best friend."

Holiday Back Track 2: I am, the Phoenix!

Importance Notice: This entry contains explicit language use, graphical adult description, and very personal contains. If you are under the age of 18, or do not want to pollute your innocent mind, please skip this blog entry.


Whenever I go back home, there are certain routines that I just have to go though. Other than smooching my dog all over and taking a hot steamy bath in my beloved bath tub, I have to shop for beauty products. (I’m so cheap. I cannot afford the over-the-counter stuff, so, I usually buy strange less-common known brands)

Continuing to be a vain beauty queen that I yam, I went to the local drug store to check out the hair mask that will help to restore my hair and my scalp. (It’s all about the hair! Even though I got not much left on my head)

Browsing though the store, I didn’t see any new product that caught my eyes, I decided to find stuff that I used before.

Since I have used Montagne Jeunesse Moisture Hair Mask before, and was quite pleased with the result, I searched around to try other types of hair treatment.

So, I got myself 1 bag for Frizz Hair, 2 Hair Moisturizers, and 1 that adds volume to the hair.

While looking for other Montagne Jeunesse products, I came across something that made my whole body jump.

It was an indescribable feeling. Like I just found a pot of gold after a 100 miles run chasing after a leprechaun. Amazing.

Ever since I came back home for the holidays, I have been eating non-stop with my family. Big Breakfast prepared by Dad, buffet for lunch, and buffet for dinner. I gained 3 lbs. after the first 3 days, then 2 more on the 5th day.

My waist sized jumped 2.5 inches, which made it difficult for me to slip into the pants that I brought back to wear. I didn’t even have to use my belt to keep the pants on my body. In fact, my belt didn’t even have the holes that allows it to wrap perfectly around my waist.

I gained weight. I seriously did.

That is why when I saw the Montagne Jeunesse Anti-Cellulite Body Mask, the edge of my lips couldn’t stop curling up.

"YES! OH YES!" I made my orgasmic (organic) scream in my head, then proceed to grab a bag of this miracle body mask.

Since I have already took a shower that morning, I’ve decided to wait until the next day to try this product.

So, it finally came. In the early morning, I took out the Body Mask out of my drawer. (I don’t want any of my family member to see me with it. I mean, they might think I’m gay. Uh, yeah. If you are new to my blog, I’m actually still living in a very beautiful crystal palace called Wayne’s Crystal Closet. )

Based on the instruction, and the cover picture, I realized that the only way for me to apply to the problem areas, I have to be totally naked.

But I can’t walk around without any clothes. Mainly, because the interior of my house is actually colder than outside. (No heater) And of course, I don’t want any one to see my naked body… With a layer of pink Body Mask around the tummy area.

To prevent myself from freezing to death, and to make sure no one will see me naked, I decided to do my home-spa treatment in the restroom.

First, I filled the bath tub 1/3 up. So, when I get on all fours (You know, both hands and knees down on the bottom of the bath tub), the water is enough to cover my legs. The heat from the water will keep part of my body warm.

Slightly, I dipped my head into the water, just enough to damp my hair. Then I applied my Frizz Miracle hair mask on my head. After that, I applied the Body Mask on my tummy area. (And, uh, yeah. On my butt too.)

After that, I resumed the position of a dog, stick my head out to read the magazine, and start to wait for the timer to ring.

15 minutes after I applied my miracle cream, I heard mom calling me.

"Wayne."

"Yeah?"

"We’re going to lunch soon."

"Oh. Give me 10 more minutes!" I shout.

Couldn’t wait longer for the treatment to totally penetrate my skin, I start to splash some warm water on my tummy. (The mask were dried, so, I have to get it wet before I can rinse it off.)

After a couple of splashes, I felt a tingle sensation around my crotch area.

Sensitive Skin? I thought.

I looked down, and discover a lot of the mud juice has flow down to the area where my eggies are kept.

In my head, these words from the instruction on the Body Mask package flashed in front of my eyes: there will be a feeling of rise in temperature after the mud has been washed off.

Could this be it? But I didn’t cover my balls with the mask.

Then the tangling sensation start to bother me. The feeling became so strong, that it felt like I had dipped my balls in a beaker filled with acid.

"Owe…" I moaned, while thinking about the words: Skin Irritation.

I turned on the water and start to rinse my entire body with water.

As soon as warm water got in contact with my eggie pouch, the pain increased. Biting down on my teeth, I turn off the hot water, and full blast my body with cold water.

"OWE!" I moaned. The pain got worst. Doesn’t matter what temperature I use, my balls were hurting like H*LL.

Tears burst out of my eyes as I rubbed my body clean.

Crying and moaning at the same time, I carefully dried my body with the towel. Then after few minutes, my tummy area (and butt) started to burn.

Rinse in temperature? The package lied. It was more like a burning.

But the burning wasn’t as bad as my balls. (Well, some areas are more sensitive than other)

"Wayne, are you ready?" My mom’s voice came though the door.

"Y….Yea..Yeah…. I’m drying … Up now…" My voice trembled.

"Okay. We will wait for you outside."

Holding the towel in my fists, I cried.

The pain was too much.

Since I couldn’t put the underwear on (anything in contact will worsen the pain), there is no way I can get out of the restroom. I opened the mirror cabinet, took out my after shave balm (All natural, no alcohol) and applied it over my burning skin.

"F**K IT!" I yelled in my head. With my eyes closed, I forced the underwear on and slipped into my jeans.

I quickly toweled dry my hair and put on my long sleeve Old Navy shirt.

The burning sensation tackles my balls with every steps I took down the stair. Like a Warrior Princess, I fought the physical suffering and made it out side of the house. (Ayiyiyiyiyiyi!)

With a 'nothing ever happened' smile on my face, I greeted everyone.

"Okay, lets go."

"Wayne, get on the car. You can sit in the middle." Said Dad.

As soon as I squeezed myself in between my parents (my sister and her BF were at the front), I felt like I don’t own my butt anymore. I couldn’t feeling anything. Except for my balls, they were still be consumed by virtual ants.

Just before we arrived at the buffet restaurant, the (fat) burning effect had wore off.

No more Acid. No more Fire.

Like a Phoenix reborn from the burning flame, I felt alive again.

I can finally, sit down on a chair without twitching my body from side to side, lifting my 'pouch' up from the surface of the chair.

Now days, I can finally relate to the famous phrase, 'My Balls are on fire!'

Holiday Back Track 1: Excuse Me, Excuse Me, Sir.

Like a typical day for a traditional Chinese family. My family (and my sister’s BF) and I decided to have a family lunch at a Cantonese / Vietnamese Restaurant. Called The Sea Food Cove.

To be honest, the place is very sh*tty. Since the restaurant is extremely popular among the people in the area, there would always a line of people waiting for tables. In order to please everyone and earn every bit of money as possible, the restaurant really done their best in making more room for the guests. Upon walking into the restaurant, I saw portable folding tables along the walk way. The usual 4 table got pushed toward the side, against the wall, and create room for the waiters to move around.

I felt like I was at a flea market.

The Sea Food at the restaurant is extremely good. My family and I just had to come to eat.

And of course, to keep the tradition of the toilet/restroom talks, I have got write about it in my first entry for the year 2004. (Happy New Year, by the way)

So I went to the restroom.

Through the restroom main door and down to the door with the dark blue triangle sign, I pushed it open.

I heard a sound.

"Uh."

Ops, I have slammed the door against someone’s butt.

The design of this tiny restroom is so bad, that the sink is build right next to entrance. Since the door can only be pushed inward, it is in the way of whoever standing in front of the sink.

"Sorry, Excuse me."

"It’s Okay." Said the handsome Asian guy as he walked out of the Men’s Room.

I went into the stall. Unzipped the zipper, and then lower my underwear, do my business and then I zipped up, walked to the sink. (I stood side ways, on the side, so my body is out of the door’s way) Turned on the water, pumped some soap in my hands, and then rubbed my hands together gentle.

Since there were no paper towels left, I dried my hands with my pants.

Here, is where the main attraction of today’s entry starts.

As I was pushing the main door open, though the opening, I saw an old lady placing her coat over her chair. Thus, prevented me to open the door fully. I couldn’t get out of the door with the tiny space. So I waited. At the same time, there were two guys standing just on the other side of the door, trying to get in.

Please refer to the image below:

The Old Lady is red dot, Wayne is the blue one, Strange Old Man is the yellow dot, and some middle age man in green. (Blue Box is a big empty fish tank, big black circle is the table, and the long black bar is the door)


The old yellow man, seemed to not care about the situation, kept on pushing his body toward the entrance. The green guy behind him was doing the same thing. At the same time, the old red lady was totally unaware of what’s happening behind her back, she took her time sitting herself onto the chair.

As you can see, I was pretty much stuck in a ‘deadly triangle’ position. (see Below)



After the old red lady sat down on the chair, I made my way out. For some reason, the old yellow guy didn’t seem to see me, or thought I was invisible, he kept on walking toward, into me. The dumb guy behind him did the same thing.



I stopped myself, and stood in front of the old yellow man. I looked at him, and said:

"Excuse Me."

He didn’t move.

"Excuse Me, Sir." I took one step forward.

He took one step forward toward me. The green guy followed him.



"Excuse Me, I’m trying to get out."

For some reason, they didn’t seem to noticed that I was standing in front of them. Despite the fact that I’m 5’9” and they were 5’2” tall.

Then, I lost my patience…



Shifting the weight to the front of my body, I walked forward to free myself.

Couldn’t handle my body massive, the old yellow man felt back and slammed his body into the green guy’s chest, then together, both of them had their body firmly pressed against the wall. (I gained weight during the first week of my vacation, so I was BIG.)

The old yellow man was more fragile than I expected.

I stopped and turned my head.

For a moment, I felt sorry for the old yellow man. I opened my lips to prepare for the 'Sorry' word. But as soon as I saw him glaring at me, mumbled something in Vietnamese, my heart turned into an ice cube.

"Ahem, Excuse me." I said in a very cold b*tchy tone. Then I walked back to my table.

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I’m not sure if I what did was right. Showing respect to elderly is one of the key teachings in Asian culture. I still feel guilty for having to pushed the old man out of my way. (I didn’t push with my hands, I just walk forward… Like a super model)

Even if he didn’t speak English, he should have observe the situation and wait for the red lady to sit down, and step back for 3 seconds, let me out of the door, then nothing would have happened.