Brandon

Coming back from the lower east side, I stepped down to the subway where I can catch the J, M, Z train back to work.

While waiting for the train to arrive, I noticed a group of people (mixed with Men and Woman) were chatting. I quickly spotted the hottest one of them all.

He's really cute.

I mean, Yeah, even with the goatee. He's really cute. Really reminded me of my crush Jonathan from college. (Except this guy is more buff... And just damn HOT!)

Great, I thought. That I won't be bored while riding in the train. I got some eye-candy to keep my mind busy.

The [J] train arrived shortly.

I stepped onto the train, and sat myself down near the exit. (Great area to sit, because I can lean shoulder against the pole)

Watching the men coming in and out of the exit, I secretly was hopping that Mr. Cutie will sit some where across from me... So I don't have to check out his face via the reflection of the window.

Then, like a miracle. He sat down NEXT to me.

Wow, I have never sat so close to an eye candy before.

40 seconds into the ride...

Out of blue, he turned to me.

Eye Candy: "Hey, How you doing there?"

Ah?

Wayne: "Uh... Alright. I'm doing alright." (Wow, a talking Eye Candy!)

Eye Candy: "Must be a long day. You looked tired."

Wayne: "Yeah... A bit tired." (Oh My Gawd! He's talking to me!)

Eye Candy: "Well, my name is Brandon."

And he reached over and shook my hand.

Wayne: "Wayne." (I TOUCHED HIM!! WOW! WARM AND SOFT!!)

Brandon: "Wang?"

Wayne: "Wayne." (He knows my name now. WOW!)

Brandon: "Nice meeting you Wayne. How's life been treating you?"

Wayne: "Fine. Well, busy, but pretty good." (Now you are talking to me, its better now)

Brandon: "Good Good. I had a pretty pleasant day as well."

Wayne: "That's nice." (Oh My Gosh, am I cheating on Paw already?!)

Brandon: "So, Wayne, what do you see yourself in the future? Have you ever thought about where you will be, and what you will do?

He looked at me in the eyes.

And I felt like a slug dancing on salt.

Wayne: "I don't think about future that much. Because it can change. I focus more on the present and pay attention to the choice that I make." (Does he want kids? Like, how many? I mean, I don't mind kids at all. We can always adopt and I’ll promise that I will treat them like I gave birth to them. But I'm not sure how my parents will think about this.)

Brandon: "Oh, interesting."

He smiled.

Crap, he's so HOT.

Brandon: "Have you thought of afterlife?"

Huh?

Wayne: "... Uh... Not really." (Well, baby, I have thought about past life before. And I think I was a mermaid princess.)

Brandon: "Have you thought about where you will go after life?"

He reached into his gym back and pulled out a little booklet.

Wayne: "Well, it's interesting to think about it. But as for now, I don't see why I should think about life after death." (Be together until death do as part? Is that what you are saying?)

He placed the little booklet in my hand.

I looked down and read:

"New Covenant - Prophecy Edition"

*blink* *blink*

Wayne: "......................."

Brandon: "You will find all you need to know here. You will learn about life after death, where God leads us to."

I smiled and nodded my head.

The train started to decrease its speed.

Brandon: "I started when I was 10, and find it extremely helpful. It really helped me with personal growth and enlighten my life."

He said with sparks in his eyes.

He's so charming.

I smiled again, and nodded.

Then the train stopped.

Brandon: "Hey, it's my stop. It was great talking to you."

Wayne: "Same here, Have a good day."

Brandon: "You should read John, Chapter 4!"

He gave me another firm hand shake before he stepped out of the train with others who accompanied him.

I kept my smile on.

After the door closed behind Brandon... I flipped though the pocket-size booklet.

*flip* *flip*

John... 4...

*flip* *flip*

And I couldn't find his number.

I am, Batman

Coin operated Kiddie Rides.



They were all over the place 10 years ago... But as modern technology expanded its territory to toy stores and malls... A lot of them were replaced by the ever-so popular video game arcades.

I remembered that when I was still a young pup, I would beg my parents for some coins... Just to ride them. I have ridden Mickey Mouse, a Donald Duck (which, looked nothing like Disney's famous duck), and a fire truck (too bad, not Firemen), a whale (sperm whale?), some dolphins, a lion, elephant and so many others... Each one of them had their own theme music. I never got tired of riding them, until I started my Elementary school.

Just couple years ago, at the tender sweet age of 19 (okay, that's more than a 'couple' of years...) - Upon returning home from San Diego (where I went to College), I went to a local shopping mall with my Dad and sister.

While wondering around on my own, I spotted a coin operated Bat Mobile. Memories from the past flooded my head... I wanted to re-live those happy times of my childhood. Also, being a die-hard Batman fan (Latex, baby!), I had to give it a try (ride).



I quickly hopped into the tiny Bat-cart.



With 50 cents in my hand, I reached over and inserted the ingredient that will make my ride come alive.

And it did.

First the little plastic Bat-cart started to shake. Yes. It was shaking, not moving back and forth. Probably I was a bit HEAVY for the Bat-cart to reach its full potential.

But it never affected the Music that came out from the bottom of the machine.

"Na Na Na Na Na Na... Batman~ Na Na Na Na Na Na... Batman~"



The Batman song was so real, but on top of a shaking plastic crap wasn't really the most exciting thing.

It's different.

Instead of re-living the joy that I once felt on a coin-ride, I felt dumb. It wasn't what I expected to be.

Where have all the excitement gone?

Then my Dad and sister found me. They both look at me. Speech-less.



That was when the music stopped, and the Bat-cart stopped trembling.

Sister: "Time to go."

Dad: ".........."

I grabbed onto the side of the Bat Mobile to level myself out of the tiny seat.

That was when I realized... The angle that my body was in the cart didn't gave me support for my weight. My butt heavily sunk at the bottom of the plastic seat. My lower back firmly pressed against the back of the seat. My thighs, they were so tight pressed against each other, as if I was hammered into the seat. (The shaking effect sunk my body deeply into the Bat Seat)

Wayne: "Uhhh..."

I moaned and struggled.

Wayne: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

I tried to summon up my strength, but there weren't any support.

Wayne: "Help me... Help me... I'm stuck..."

My Dad and my sister stood to the side, enjoying the lovely scene.

Wayne: "Don't stand there, come pull me out!"

My sister grinned.

Wayne: "What are you waiting for?! Get me out!!!!"

Maybe my voice was a bit too loud... We noticed there was a crowd of people looking down on us from the 2nd floor.

Wayne: "HURRY!!"

I felt embarrassed.

Then...



They walked away.

All Time Down

So I missed the big GB:NY --- While the guys were having fun, I was all hot and sweaty carrying boxes and boxes of heavy boxes into the moving truck.

I was depressed.

I wanted to go so bad.

So bad.

But I couldn't leave my Dad (OLD!) and my sister with those boxes and a big truck.

I had to stay and help out.

And same with the work drama tha that happened during the same week.

*sigh*

I think I'm loosing it. My focus... And everything. I couldn't think about anything thing to write here.

As quoted from someone with pretty eyes... "If you have nothing to write. Don't write"

Yep. I think it's time for me to take break.

Cold Stare, Back Stabbing

*Sigh* For some reason, my big big boss found out about me, submitting my resume to transfer to another unit...

Especially the head of the other unit is one of the enemies of my current big big boss.

Damn, HR!

It all started after I came back from the corporate Human Resource office. It was for the interview for the same job position, at another unit.

I had no clue who was in charge of the other unit. All I wanted was to transfer to another location where I would be less stressed.

The problem is, everything should be a confidential process. I, had the chance to find out who I might be working for in the future... It turned out to be my old boss from last year. (Old Boss used to work under Big Big Boss, and then later the Big Big Boss abandoned him and his crew for the new Unit) For a sensitive person that I yam, I immediately thought about the politics that this may involved. Maybe, the reason that I was considered for the new job was a way for the Old Boss to get back at the Big Big Boss.

Anyway, I like the old environment better. Better building, better desk and a cafeteria inside of the building.

But...

The next day, my manager called...

"WAYNE! Congratulation!!"

"Huh? What?"

"I heard that you got hired!! This is good news!! You are advancing!"

"Uh... Where you heard that from...?"

"I was on the phone with BIG BIG Boss and she told me that."

HOLY SH*T!

"Uh... But I haven't accept any offer... yet"

"................"

".................."

"Really...? So.. uh... Okay. Hrm, what kind of position is it?"

"The same thing. Same job title, same pay, but different unit."

"Which Unit?"

"..........."

"Who are you going to work for?"

"... You know... the guy that I used to report to..."

"Who?"

"Old Boss."

"*gasp* Old Boss?! But...."

*** 20 seconds of silence ***

"Big Big Boss just transferred out of that Unit, you know that."

"I know."

"What... What will you be doing there? I mean, what project? Do they have any projects?"

"I... I don't really know..."

(As far as I know, transferring back to the old unit is more like a down-grade than what I am currently at. Because currently, we belong to the system design group - where the old unit is mainly filled with clerical works)

"Well, Wayne, do what makes you happy."

"Believe me, it's nothing personal."

"Oh, I know, don’t worry."

"Yeah, but I don't know how Big Big Boss heard about this..."

"From the HR."

"But I haven't made my decision yet!"

Then I got called to the BIG BIG BOSS' office....


Anyway, the cut the story short... My Big Big Boss doesn't like traitors, and by all means, I didn't mean to betray her. I didn't even know that the unit that I applied for belonged to the Old Boss.

The problem is, the BIG BIG Boss now knows that I've planned to leave the unit... Even if I stayed, she'll work me like a dog... Or even, send me directly to H*llpit...

What's keeping me here is that my sister also works in the unit, and both of my Mangers are super cool. (Despite the fact that I have getting lots of stress)

As for the new unit, I'd be working with the biggest lazy B*tch that I have ever known.

I thought I have more time to think about it, but the stupid miscommunication between the Human Resource Representatives leaves me very little choice...

The rumor spread like tar... People have been acting weird around me... As if I'm a big traitor...

I don't like this.

Sigh, my head hurts.

It's Here. And It's gonna be BIG.

Well, the day has finally arrived.


Thanks to BoifromTroy for creating the banner for this event.

But................................ *sigh* I might not be able to attend the event... Since... So much has been going on... plus the lack of sleep and all my beauty products are packed up in boxes... And.... *chews anti-acid tablets*

I'm just so in a bad health condition and busy busy busy schedule...

Hrm. But I'll try.

And everyone knows, when Wayne tries, the hell will break loose.

(At the Noodle Shop


Paw: "Anything is fine. I'm not that hungry."

Wayne: "Want Noodle?"

Paw: "Sure."

Wayne: "Okay, I've been to this noodle place twice. I like the food here."

Paw: "Ok."

Paw and Wayne walked in.

Cleverly, with his fingers, Wayne displays the Peace sign. "Two, please."

The Waitress nodded her head and then lead the two to a near by table.

While browsing though the menu, Paw started to talk about his work.

Paw: "And then...."

Wayne: "Hrm, this seems good..."

Paw: "And Also that..."

Wayne: "Wanna try scallion buns?"

Paw: "No. Thanks. And then today she..."

Wayne: "Let's decide on what to order first. Then we have plently of time to diss your boss and my boss. Yeah?"

Paw: "... Uh, so what do you want to eat?"

Wayne: "Well..."

Then Wayne gives Paw the dirtiest look that will make all dogs howling like crazy.

Wayne: "You *KNOW* exactly *WHAT* I Want!" *wink* *wink* *wink*

Paw: *Blank Stare*

Then gradually, Paw shifted his face to the side and looked down. The edge of his lips curls up toward his cheek.

He's shy, yet he likes it when I flirt.

Then the waitress came to the table. "Ready?"

Wayne: "I'll take the plain beef noodle."

Paw: "Rice. This one."

Wayne: "No Noodle?"

Paw: "Feel like eating rice today."

Wayne: "Anything else?"

Paw: "If you want to eat more, go ahead and order. But I can't really eat much."

Wayne: "Oh okay. That's it. Thank you."

Sometimes, little movements like that really made my heart skip a beat. It has been 11 months since we first met, and my feeling toward him hasn’t change a bit. I think I'm going Wakka Wakka for Wakka!

Train. Train. Rock with It.

The sound of body rubbing against the door sent waves of electric shocks up my neck.

I wondered, if this hardcore action would alarm the passengers on the train.

There wasn't much room to do anything crazy in the small LIRR restroom. Aside from the disgusting scent of human waste and blue chemical fluids, people had been secretly taking a smoking break and left cigarette buds all over the place.

I gasped silently as I felt the train 'jumped' over some rough tracks.

"Oh Yeah..." I heard him moan.

Embarrassed, I lowered my head.

I wondered... If the any of the passengers heard the sound of love making.

The moaning and rubbing and throbbing...

Then all of the sudden, loud knocks on the bathroom door made my heart jump.

The knock continued.

And again.

And again.

And again.

I turned my body and...

Saw the bathroom door was opened slowly. A woman in a light blue dress stepped out. Holding hands, she dragged a man in his mid 30's out of the restroom.

The train conductor said something to the two Mile-High-On-the-Train-club members and asked them to step into the next cabin.

Face red. The two of them stumbled their way though the door.

I look over at other passengers.

They all had the sly grin on their face.

Just like mine.

When You Are Sleepy

Oh, I was going to blog about this... But everything got so very busy...

I stayed up pretty late last night. Packing.

Maybe it was the heat, that the room was very humid... Plus my '2nd' floor bed has very little air circulation... I couldn't sleep.

In the morning, I woke up feeling all sticky (sweat)... I spanked the alarm clock so it would shut up... head to shower...then head to the train...then off the train..and then on the subway...and then off the subway...and then walk into the double door at the lobby...and pressed the UP ARROW button.

Ding.

The elevator door opened.

Sleepy as hella holla, I walked in. I didn't even have the desire to look at the little monitor, to see what's going on in the world.

Then...


Tonight I’ll be your naughty girl~
I'm callin all my girls~~
We're gonna turn this party out~~~~
I know you want my body~~~~
Tonight I’ll be your naughty girl~
I'm callin all my girls~~~
I see you look me up and down~~~
And I came to party~~~~~



Naughty Girl (Click to watch the video), by Beyonce, came out of my mouth.

It is one of the songs that has been over-played on radio and on MTV. For some reason, I couldn't get the song out of my head.

I just kept on singing... and singing that phrase over and over again.


Tonight I’ll be your naughty girl~
I'm callin all my girls~~
We're gonna turn this party out~~~~
I know you want my body~~~~
Tonight I’ll be your naughty girl~
I'm callin all my girls~~~
I see you look me up and down~~~
And I came to party~~~~~



All of the sudden, I heard an "AHEM" sound.

Looking at the reflection from the elevator door... I saw that I wasn't alone.

OH MY GAWD. WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

Friendship no more?

"I hope you are not ignoring me the way you are to *****. If so, I would like to know why."


That was the only thing I wrote in an email I sent to a close friend of mine.

There were three of us, met in College, where we shared all the pains, joy, drama and more drama together. We've been each other's band-aid, always available to help and heal. As time goes on, we have gone separate ways. One moved back home in Los Angels, one stayed in San Diego and myself, moved to New York. It has only been over a year since the move... Things have already gone sour.


I suppose, things got started when ##### felt that he was used by *****, and how ***** treats him differently than how he treats me. That, I know for a fact. For some reason, ***** treats me with caution... And with, a certain degree of respect. (Cause he knows that I can and I will bite his head off if he pisses me off) ##### felt he's being taking advantaged of...

*sigh*

To make long story short, ##### recently moved to a new location, where his home phone number and cell phone number were no longer active.

This issue had been going on for a while already - Last year, I managed to reconnect the two... But I guess sour apples will stay sour... This last time, ##### expressed his anger toward ***** in an email. I simply wrote back and said that if he's really not happy with being around *****, then don't force yourself. If he doesn't want to be friends with ***** anymore (despite all the things we've been though) - he doesn't. I stayed neutral this time. I didn't stand by #####'s side in accusing of *****'s action. Mainly because, ***** treats me differently. I didn't stand by *****'s side, because, I've never experience what ##### went though.

Two weeks ago, ##### decided to draw a line between him and *****. As if, they have hit the end of the friendship road.

For my trip back home at the end of this month, I planned to spend a good amount of time with ##### and ***** (It used to be, I get to hang out with the two of them at the same time. Now, I have to visit each of them separate).

I have written 3 emails to ##### asking for his contact number... But I got no response from him.

I consider ##### to be probably the closest friend that I ever have. And by remaining silent, I'm not sure exactly what is going though his head.

*sigh*

Never mind.

************************************************
I can't believe how busy this month is. Aside from work... I'm also in the process of moving to the new apartment. Where I'll have my own room. (Of course, the female love bird gets the master bedroom) Dad's flying in this week, to help us with the moving, as well as taking a break from Mom. T, our childhood friend is also in New York this week on a business trip... Next week, the lovely markie and sweet homie are flying into New York... I've gotta find the time to meet the two fabulous men (along with other bloggers that I never had the chance to meet) - And to my surprise, Pero, a dear friend from College is flying to New York to visit his family during the same week... And I have to plan out my entire meet and greet schedules for my trip back home... I'm not sure if I'm going to have the time and energy to... *faints*

Check, Check, Check Me Out!

As I opened my eyes this morning on the train, I caught the sight of a very handsome man.

He was looking at me.

Probably in his late 20's. Dark brown hair, green eyes. Fair skin with a little rough edge around the chin. Tall, slender, and fit. I see this guy every morning when I get on the train. But we were never in the same cabin... He liked the 3rd cabin. I, on the other hand, prefer either the first or the second cabin. Probably due to the high death-rate of being in the first 2 cabins of the train, there are plenty of seats for me to choose from.

Whenever I walk pass him on the platform, he would ignore my presence. I, on the hand, would lower my head in shyness.

But today, the arrival of the mini-short train forced us to sit in the same cabin. I sat on the opposite side of the cabin, directly at his direction.

Again, like a rocking chair, I was quickly asleep under the spell of the rocking train.

As the train stopped at the station, it alarmed my mental clock. Automatically, I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me. Directly at me.

Was he trying to wake me up from my morning nap?

He turned his head as he walked out of the door.

I looked down.

And saw drool spot ALL over my tie.

*#(&!($)&*!)$!#@$*!!!

Ah?

"Uhhh....Ahh..."

The sound of a man moaning passed though the stall wall.

There I was, standing in front of the toilet, just about to release the golden toxic that made me run from block to block... Seeking a clean public restroom.

Thank gawd that I didn't go to the urinals. I wondered what exactly was going on out there.

"Hmm...Ohh...Ah...."

The man moaned again.

Then ... I heard...

"I.... Ah..."

A man walked though the door.

"Uhh...Ahh...."

Then came some heavy breathing.

"Uhh...Hmm...Ohh...."

I heard someone went to the sink and washed his hand.

"I... I can't...."

"Yes?" said the man by the sink.

"Help... I... I can't zip it up....Ahh..."

"What?"

"I... can't zip it up...." said the moaning man.

"I don't know. No English. Chinese." said the Chinese man.

"Can you zip it up... for me?"

"What?"

"Just... Just zip it up for me..."

Then there was a moment of silence. In my head, I pictured the moaning man pointed his finger at his crotch, to show that the Chinese man that he had problem with the zipper.

"..................."

"............"

Wayne: "..............."

"............."

"........"

"No."

The Chinese man walked out of the door.

What happened?! Did the Chinese man saw something scary? Or that he didn't understand the situation? Was the moaning man serious about it? Or he wanted to insult the Chinese man?

"Da...mn.... It....."

I held my piss. I didn't what the moaning man to know that I was inside the stall.

What if he asked me to zip it up for him? Is he really old and has problem with his hand? Broken zipper? Maybe he's handicapped... Or lost his strength after he de-toxic him selves... If so, then I should help... But, if he really has problem with his hand, then he probably missed aimed and dripped all over his crotch... And the zipper would be soaked with yucky yuck. What if this is a racist thing... And he pretended to have problem with his zipper... And asked all Asian men to zip up for him... How degrading would that be!

My shoulder tensed up as my bladder made my body weak, knees bent, and shivers all over.

Then the door flied open, a Hotel staff walked in.

"What Happened?"

"Ah...Zip...."

"What?"

"Zip it up for me, will ya?"

"............."

"................."

Wayne: "..................."

"..........."

"Get the Mrs.!!"

The Hotel staff opened the door and calls for the wife of the man.

"Hello! Is anyone here related to this man? Is his wife around?"

A woman's voice penetrates the stall door.

"Ya? What's wrong?"

"He can't zip it up!"

"What?!"

"He can't zip it up!! Come and zip it up for him!"

"I ain't going to man's room!"

"No one here but us!"

Little did the man know, there was also the little ole' me in stall #2.

"Ah...Zip.... Zip it up for me."

Foot steps roared though the men's room door as the woman charged herself into the smelly place where no other women would go.

"Oh You!!!"

"Ahh...."

I heard the door popped open as the three of them left the room.

While draining, I wondered what exactly did that Chinese man saw. Did the black man showed his Pee Pee? Or just half-closed 'trap door' - ? And what would I have done if I was outside of the stall... Would I zip it up for him?

What if... It was Will Kemp asking me to zip it up for him? Would I offer extra service?!

And She is... Dr. P

We were so hot and sweaty.

I looked into Her eyes and saw pearls of sweat emerged on her forehead.

My breath, got heavy as we continued on.

But since she assured that she can go on and on and on... I couldn't hide the fact, that being so close to her, made me forget how drained my body was.

Sweat soaked my back as I swept the salty drops off my forehead.

"Feel it?"

It seems she liked it.

The time felt right. I wanted to introduced to her something that she has never tried and done before...

I scooped them out...

"Suck them."

Her face shown signs of concern. But shortly, she proceed and...

"I'm sucking your balls."

I giggled.

She tried it... She sucked on the ball... But doesn't seemed to like it. Of course, it was her first time. I totally understand that. It was when Paw first tried it, he didn't like it either.

She didn't like it too much.

I turned a little bit and said...

"Bite the bums!"

"Yeah, bums! I love bums!"

"Sucked the balls then bite the bums!"

"Yeah!"

Then she grinned...

On that Friday night, despite the dreadful working week and lost of complexion (and enlarged pores from Stress) - I was able to meet the famous Dr. P at Grand Central Station.

As soon as I saw her in real person - eye to eye - the first thing that popped up in my head was... "And she complains about being SINGLE? She is G O R G E O U S!" (No, I'm not ki$$ing a$$ here. I'm serious!) Reminded me of a High School friend of mine, TaTaYa (fake name, of course) - who has always been friendly... Filled with laughers and jokes... And just very very cool - Like a sister to me. I didn't feel the need of hiding in corner and put on my nose pore-cleaning strips or cover my face up with Estee Lauder Maximum Coverage Camouflage Foundation. I felt free - free and open.

Being a bad New Yorker that I have always been - I had zero clue on where to go and what to do.... And since it was the 2nd time that I've ever been to Grand Central --- I was not familiar with places around the area.

That is where we started our long walking session. Dr. P with her bags... Me with my bag filled with beauty products... We walked and walked and walked (in circles)... We were all wet.... And hot...

Then, finally, after a short drive on the subway to Chinatown, along with a good 8 minutes walking, we've arrived at the restaurant.

We were HUNGRY.

"YUM! I like this!" Dr. P said after she took a bite on the fire bums. She showed a more excited expression compare the one she got from sucking & chewing the Boba Balls. (Aiya, I know, it was gross. I should have taken her to the place where they have the best Boba drinks in town.)

We talked and talked and talked and talked.

Then the Veggie rolls and the shrimp dumplings arrived.

She liked them. I knew it. She totally dig the shrimp! (I dig them too, even though I have been trying to maintain my cardiovascular health)

Phew, I thought. I was afraid that the stuff I ordered might not suit her taste.

I guess I made the right suggestion to have dinner at The XO Kitchen. Despite the main dish was awful and oily (not even worth mentioning here) - the appetizers was good enough to make our tummy go "Awe."

She even got some take-out orders (Meat & Shrimp Dumplings) for her friends. - Which, later, she told me (my cell phone) that her friends Looooooooved the Shrimp Dumpling.

It was a great evening for meeting Dr. P for the first time. Too bad, I wasn't in my best shape (My stomach had been going crazy...) - Next time, perhaps, we'd all go clubbing.

Lesson Learned: Shrimp Dumpling - The way to a str8 girl and str8 men's heart.

Sorry guys, was in Meeting ALL DAY LONG - I didn't even have the chance to eat lunch until now (6PM) --- Entry about my HOOK UP with Dr. P is NEXT!!!

Sneak Preview: "We were all wet... And hot..."

Beauty Queen VI: GLOW!

Oops, I was going to blog about my encounter with this amazing woman. But, as I have promised before... The installation of the next Beauty Queen Series. - GLOW -

I consider this part II of the previous series, on the Self-Tanning Products. Since, after doing extensive research on Hollywood's Beauty Secrets... I have came to the conclusion: To completed the J'Lo bronze glowing effect, on top of the chemically treated skin... There's a need to apply a sheer glow to make the skin looked natural and yummy looking. Some of the stuff I'll write about, also applies to people with pale-life less skin... Or just want some radiant effect on the face or body.

Eyes

I find these products more helpful for the people with dry skin than that of oily & combination. For me, for example, I have combination skin... And using products that enhance the 'glowing' effect will usually made my face looked as if it's covered with grease.

Yves Rocher's Pro-Retinol 100% Vegetal Eye Cream is probably the *ONLY* glowing product that I use on my face. Since I usually wake up with tired dark eye saggies... I needed something that will help to illuminate the dark circles. The tiny light-reflective particles emits a beautiful rosey-glow around my eyes... Without making me look as if I have eye shadows. Other similar products include Neutrogena's Radiance Boost Eye Cream and Olay's Total Effect Eye Transforming Cream.

Face

Along with Yves Rocher's Pro-Retinol series, there's also the 3D Radiance Energizer Day Cream, works pretty much the same as the eye cream, but formulated for face. (For those of you who prefer products with Sun block, then try the Self-Defense Day Shield) This lotion should be applied under the makeup’s (for the ladies).

Nivea Visage Simply Glowing Day Cream is a new line of product by Nivea, which also gives your skin SLIGHT glow (if you don't want to over-do it).

If Drugstore products are not your thang, then you can always check out Estee Lauder's LightSource Transforming Moisture Lotion SPF 15. Which, does an amazing job in illuminating the face and gives it a very healthy glow.

For a darker shade of skin tone (without Sun), bronzer has to be the key. Prescriptive Sunsheen Bronzing Gel is less greasy compare to other cream/lotion - based products. Jane Cosmetics' Powder Bronzer can be used after the basic foundation have been applied on face. Donna Karen’s Cashmere Mist Body Bronzer is good for body and face.

The Powders

Aside from the moisturizers, the ladies have to use some shimmering or bronze power to even out the tones on the face.

Stila's All Over Shimmer Powder has been some Star's favorite product. It comes in many different shades.... Which you can apply either on your face, chest, or your body. Especially for a chemical tanned skin, a sheer glaze of this powder will "COVER UP" the little tiny tanned skin pores.

For ladies who wants to cover a large area of their body (Chest, shoulder, arms and legs) - instead of using the tiny powder paddie, we would use the brush. (Can be use on face as well) Lola's Sprinkle Me Shimmer Powder Brush is one of the common brand that can be found in local drugstores. Or, you can purchase any brush and then get the powder separately. Becca and Mac have amazing shimmering products. Dirty Girl is also another rare-find brand that offers unique products. (They only have sheer shimmer powders, but great for people without any tan) L'Oreal On The Loose Shimmering Powder is cheaper compare to other brands, so when you apply it on your body, your wallet won't bleed to death.

The loose powder for face are good for both Day and Night.

*Hint* Apply some body lotion before you brush on the powders. The lotion will to keep the powder on your body for a longer period of time.

GLITTERS!

There are plenty of glitter or shimmer gel/lotions that contains large-visible-size glitters. (I over-used some of those during Halloween) - One thing we have to remember, is the large-size glitter only looks good at night. During the day time, the blast from the Sun will out-shine the pathetic little plastic thing.

For great all-body coverage, Nevia's Silky Shimmer Lotion is great. Especially it has two shades!! (A dark shade-shimmered was made for people like ME!) As for a more natural shade and high-end product, I have read rage review on Ellen Lange's Velvet and Scott Barnes' Body Bling.

*Hint* Not all major Hollywood Mega Stars have flaw-less beautiful legs. Most of them, applied foundation (for face) over their legs. Since we all know that foundations comes in all shades (and some with glitter!) - they can do lot of magic in transforming you into the next Jessica Simpson. (Ahem, whom, I read, that her make up artist mixed Gold, Bronze and Pink Shimmer Powders in baby oil to give her the glowing skin - I'm not quite sure about that, because I have found Baby Oil to be the most greasy thing I have ever put on my skin.)

So, what's there for the GUYS to use? --- Nothing. Unless you want to walk down the street looking like her. (Whom, has foundation ALL over her body)