Madonna Effect

Most of the time, two hours before I get home go home, I'd listening to music while finishing up the work.

And of course, thanks to our new office policy, all of us have to use headphones... So we will not distrub our neighbors.

So, there was I, sitting at my cubical while listening to the Madonna Mix-CD I made a while back.

(Ever since the Madonna Concert, I have been digging out her old songs)



Then my song came up.

Come on, Vogue!

Let your Body Move to the Music~

Hey Hey Hey~

In my head, I startd to remember the clip of her doing the signature Vogue move from the video.



Then I thought of her performanc at 1992 MTV Music Award.



Vogue~ Let your body Groove to the Music~

It has been so long, that the song still strikes me as new.

I really wanted to do Madonna's new Vogue choreography from her latest concert... But nope. I didn't remember any of the moves. (and they were quite difficult too!)



I couldn't get the song out of my head...

Anyway, after 5 minutes, I had to go Pee.



After I did the usual stuff (You know, the routine! The routine!)

I went and wash my hands at the sink...

Then... I looked into the mirror...

Wooooo You've go to let your body Move to the music~

And I look at myself...

Wooo... You've go let your body go with the flow~~~~



As if I was charmed, I started to do the Vogue routines from her video.



Just when I was about to get into the finger-pointy-at-ears-then-back-up part, the door SLAMMED OPEN.



OH GAWD, it's the guy from the other department.



He looked at me.

I looked at him.

He seemed to be confused.

Then...



I pretend that I was stretching.... And told him what a long day it has been... And I was so tired...



And then I made my escape.

Coming Soon.. NYC Pride Pictures.

Sigh, dunno why, I'm so tired and busy :-(

Excuse me, Are you Japanese? Part II

In the previous entry, I wrote about what happened to me a month ago.

Now, this happened last weekend, on the Saturday before I went and meet up with Suhil and Naughty Lana.


"Excuse me? Are you Japanese?" an Old man called just as I was walking though the wave of people toward the entrance to the [2] train.

I stopped and looked back.

"Excuse me? Are you Japanese?" He said again.

"I'm not Japanese and you are not either." I replied to the old man with the heavy Korean-accent English.

"I'm Korean. Yes." He walked toward me, carrying two plastic bags. Old sport jacket and dark blue tennis shoes...

"Yes?"

"Can you help me?"

"What's wrong?"

Then he start to tell me that he came to New York with a Korean Computer Technology Tourist group, to attend the Computer Science and Engineering Expo at the Javitas Center.

"I have every thing here in the bag to prove it." He looked at me.

Just as he continued to talk more, the live music played by the street performer started to play...

He moved his lips up and down, yet, none of words went though my ears.

He spoke for about 20 more seconds... Then I signaled him to walk away from the band.

"You may not trust me as a person, but trust my age. I'm 60 years old." He said.

Since I missed a good portion of his tale, I assumed that he got separated from the group and the shuttle bus took off without him. Now, he's stuck at Penn Station.

"Uh, Okay"

"What I need, is to go back to Connecticut and also blah blah blah blah blah (He mumbled, I couldn't figure out what he said)"

"Connecticut?" I thought of the Connecticut train station just above the Long Island Rail Road.

"Connecticut."

"You need the ticket to ride the Connecticut Express way?" I said. Feeling a bit bitter... The ticket for the Connecticut wasn't cheap... Plus I didn't have enough money on me.

"That - and I need some money."

I was speech. I didn't really know what to do at the moment. Scenes from the previous experience flooded my eyes...

How come these things happen to me again? Just because I look Japanese?

"Sir, I understand your problem. But I don't have enough money on me. And also, do you know that you are the second person who stopped me among all other Asians here... Asking for money? I would love to help you, but seriously, I don't have enough cash at the moment. But what I can do, is use my monthly pass for a subway ride."

Disappointed. He reached out and shook my hand.

"Sorry to bother you. Thank you."

Then he walked away.

".............." I turned around and head to the [2] train entrance.

I slid my monthly pass and walked though the gate.

I walked up the stairs and then waited at the platform.

Hrm, another guy trying to cheat my money.

He's another one.

Using old age as an excuse? Pfft, I don't dig it.

I'm a cold cold blooded b*tch princess.

You've gotta do better than that.

I waited and waited... And kept on thinking about how I have made the right decision.

Just a stranger. Why should I give him my hard-earn money?

And waited.

Just an old bastard.

And waited.

Then I saw the [2] train approaching the platform.

The door slid open.

*** Ding *** Bronx Bound Number Two Train *** Next Stop, Time Square ***

*** Ding ***

Then the door closed.

I stood in front of the closed train door.

Then [2] train took off as I walked down the stair back to the main station.

I walked though the gate and went to where the old man was.

I looked around and he was no where to be seen.

I moved closer to the center of the station, stood among of the people waiting for the rail road.

No. Not here.

I went to another corner and looked around.

No. He's not here.

I turned my head to the left...and to the right...

People around me, looked back... Probably thought I was some Chinese Tourist who's lost in the New York train station.

Some of them ignored me.

Some of them looked at me, and then turned away.

Some of them joked with their friend after they turned their head from me.

Connecticut. He probably went up to the Connecticut Express Way to see if anyone can help him.

Like a well trained K-9 Doggy, I speeded up toward the escalators... Then... I spot him.

The old man was putting something into his pocket... And then looked aimlessly...

Looking rather hopeless... He stood in the middle of the crowd...

For some reason, I moved my body behind the pole... Kept a close eye on him. I didn't approach him immediately.

Sad and slowly, he turned his skinny body and walked up the escalator.

I followed, but kept a good distance between us.

Up the escalator... I re-focus my sight on his behind (no, not his butt, but his back).

Wayne, what the heck are you doing? You are going to be late!

I took a deep breath and went up to the old man.

I tapped his shoulder.

Shocked. he turned and looks at me.

"Come on', Let's get you back to Connecticut."

Not quite sure what I meant, he kept on looking at me.

"I can use my credit card and buy you the ticket back to Connecticut."

He continued to look at me.

"However, I cannot help you with the cash. Once you are in Connecticut, you can go to the police station there and ask them take you back home."

"No need. It is okay. Thank you." He started to walk away.

"Wait. Don't you want to at least, get to Connecticut? I can get you a ticket back."

He shook his head.

"I'm going to the police station. I'll fill out a police report. And they will send my information to Korean Embassy."

Huh? I thought.

"Do you still want the ticket anyway? Didn't you just old me that the police will not help you to go back? At least, when it comes to the worst, with the ticket, it will save you a trip. Once you are back in Connecticut, the police there shouldn't have a problem take you to where you need to go."

"No thank you." He reached out and shook my right hand again.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes. Thank you."

Wrapped his right hand with my left, I hold his hand firmly.

"I'm very sorry."

"It is okay." He smiled.

"I'm really really sorry." I looked at him in the eyes.

"It is okay." He nodded.

The old man turned his body and walked away.

I turned away, and walk down the escalator.

Though the same people, I walk toward the [2] gate.

I pulled out my monthly pass and slid it at the censor.

PLEASE SWIPE AGAIN.

I slid the card.

PLEASE SWIPE AGAIN.

I slid again.

JUST USED.

Ah...

I went up to the ticket booth, handed the lady my card.

"How much longer do I have to wait before I can use it again?"

She slids my card at her machine.

"13 minutes."

"Thank you"

Sigh...

I placed the card back into my pocket.

............

"Thank you! Thank you!" the Asian lady holding the CDs marched around the live band with the "TIP" bucket.

The Asian man with the Sax moved his body up and down along with the amazing melody he produced.

The Bass player bumped his head up and down and tapped his foot as he grooves to the beat.

The drummer jived to the music.

Leaned against the wall, I listened to the fabulous jazz music performed from the band, and waited 20 more minutes before I use my pass to go though the gate.

Excuse me, are you Japanese? Part 1

I didn't blog about this a month ago. But I am now.

"Excuse me, are you Japanese?"

An Asian man around late 30's stopped me by pulling sleeve.

"No. I'm not." I said.

Then the man started to speak Mandarin Chinese.. Mixed with a heavy Cantonese accent.

"I need help. I really do need help. Can you help me?" He took off his dirty white golf hat and looked up at me... (He was around 5'6")

"Hrm, okay?"

"I accidentally left my wallet in my friend's jacket on the train. They rode the Long Island Rail Road back home already. I left my wallet and everything else in it."

"Okay..." I mumbled as I turned my attention to the time table... Kept an eye for the departure time of MY train.


"The lady at the counter told me, the last bus to New Jersey will depart in 20 minutes. That's my last chance of getting home." He trembled.

"Okay..." I look at him.

"I... I promise that I will send you a check after I get back home... But can you... Can you lead me some money so I can buy the bus ticket?"

"Uh... How much would that be?" I asked him... Unsure if I should trust this man or not... Besides, financially, I was in a very funky situation.

The Asian man mumbled something...

So I pulled out a 5 dollar bill plus two 1 dollar bills.

"Here." I responded back in Mandarin.

He took out a pen and pulled out the train schedule... "Write your address on here. I promise that I will send you the money"

I shook my head. "Nah."

"OH Thank You Thank You Thank you!"

I look over his shoulder, and make sure that I still have time to get onto my train.

"Okay. My train is here. I've got to go. Good Luck."

I took a couple steps forward and away from him...

Then, all of the sudden... He grabbed my shoulder...

"Sorry Sorry...But this is not enough."

"Uh, how much do you need?"

"The bus ticket is 18 dollars. Not 8"

Ah... I thought. That's a lot of money to me. I mean, I can buy 3-5 BBQ Chicken meals with that amount.

"That's a lot of money. Especially you need to take the subway to the Bus station, which, will cost you two dollars more." I look at home.

"Please, Please, You have to help me!" He jumped up and down.

I reached my right hand out. "Give me back the 8 dollars."

He stopped and looked at me.

"Give them back to me." I said firmly.

He unwillingly pulled out the 8 dollars out of his pocket and put them in my hand. "I'm sorry to give you trouble..."

I grabbed the bills and put them back in my wallet... Then I pull out a $20 bill and hand it to him.

"Here. This should be enough." I said.

"Oh thank you thank you!" He waved the little bus schedule sheet at me and asked me to write down my address again.

"I will send the money back to you. I promise."

"No need... In return, I just want you to get back home safely."

"Thank you so much again!! I've got to catch that bus!!!"

He turned around and started running to the subway tunnel... As for myself, I ran down to the train platform and went into the train.

On my way back, I kept on thinking... If I made the right decision... Of what I just did.

Twenty Bucks, that's like a treasure chest for a stingy person like me.

Twenty Bucks....

Oh well...

Then, I would never expect that the same thing happened again earlier today...


***************** to be continued***********************


Okay, off to meet up with Sushil and Lana.

And the Answers are....

Questions from Sweet Pua:

1. If you could live and work anywhere, where would it be?

Los Angeles or San Diego, California. - If only I can get a good paid job with lots of eye candies around the office...

2. If you could change one thing that happened in your past, what would that one thing be?

None. Everything that happened in my life, made me the person that I am today. Not that I'm into myself, but I kinda like how my personality been build up though these good/bad experiences.

3. What is your favorite thing about living on the East Coast, or more specifically, your favorite thing about NY?

Favorite Thing, Hrm, Paw. (Ack, am I treating him like an Object?!) -- Heh, My favorite thing about NY, is that it is the Entertainment central. I've never expected to be able to attend so many concerts.

Questions from Cozy Homie:

1. What is the best and worst thing about the subway?

Worst = Smelly Arm Pits.
Best = Beautiful people walking in and out of the subway. And once in a while, I get a little 'rubbing' action.

2. Do you think you would look good with your hair buzzed off?

As quoted from a hair dresser: "Sir, you know, you should never cut your hair too short. The shape of your head is very messed up. We need to cover up the ugly area with hair" (She said that in Mandarin Chinese)

So, Yeah, nope. I'd look really messed up with the buzzed style.

3. If someone tells you a secret, can you keep it or do you feel the urge to tell someone else?

I'm very tight. I mean, my mouth is very tight. If this secret is not life threatening.... Yes. It will forever remain in my black hole.

Question from the Pinky p3arLy:

1) Hey, why duncha try the spray-ons?

I tired those before :) GOlden BLonde --- Yap Yap. But the alcohol really MURDERED my scalp... Also, I sweat a lot... So once the hair gets wet... The Golden Dusty Thingy would start to drip...and like.... Well, you get the idea. :) I want to shake my head, brush my hair with fingers..without getting the glitters all over my nails....

Questions from the Delicious Robert:

1) Where can you see yourself in 5 years?

Well, as for my current stage in life... I don't really think much about the future. I put my focus on the present time... And value every minute of it. At the moment, I'm not expecting, or want anything specific to happen in the next 5 years.

2) Where can you see yourself in 10 years?

Uh, read above?

3) When are you gonna make your first porno? No, wait, I mean... When is your birthday? MM/DD?YY

I’ll make my first porno in Sept. With you, of course.
Oh, my birthday? Same Month and Day as Utada Hikaru, but the year... Uh... That's a secret.

Questions from the fabulous wyn:

1) you didn't really order striptease did you??

I did. But only Vol. 5 - Hip Pop Routine!!!! (Pffft, I don't need any training on strip tease... I'm a natural!)

Questions from the wise Gurustu:

1) What did you want to be when you grew up?

Marine Biologist. Then after taking AP Biology in High School, I pooped.

2) What do you want to be now?

A successful Actor.

3) Do you ever expect to really grow up?

I have grown. :) See, thinning hair!!! *points*

Questions from the talented MzOuiser:

1) When did you decide to hone your writing style, and why? (You have one, you know!)

I started the blog, mainly for the fact that I want to IMPROVE my writing skills... I don't really see much of a style that comes out of it... Hrm, I just type how words would come out of my mouth... Hopefully, I will be able to improve and CHANGE the style of my writing for the goods.

2) What color do you wish your hair was naturally?

Black. ;) So it matches my eye brow, eyes... leg hair, chest hair... you get the idea. :)

3) What is your most hidden artistic talent? (non-sexual, that is)

Oh darn it!! I was hoping to write more sexual stuff...
But.... *ahem* Hidden Artistic Talent? Hrm... I consider myself not bad of an artist... Sketch/Anime artist. Since, I love to draw... But I never hide it from anyone... Hrm.. so.. Hidden talent... Hidden talent... Uh... Vogueing to Jazz Music?

Pride This Weekend

Well, the NEW YORK PRIDE Parade is this Sunday, and what's the first thing that came up in my head?

HAIR COLOR

Yes. Hair Color. And Faustus thought he's the gayest person ever. Oh please, he hasn't seen me vogueing at night to Madonna while waiting for my Primrose Mask to dry. And wait until my Aerobic Striptease package arrived at my door... I'll really be covered in PINK (with a hint of Aqua Marine) flame.

But anyway, back to Hair Color.

Risking the fact that I'm loosing hair, I still want to look 'different' from my daily look... My thin dark black hair needs some change...

So, instead of the Level 3 (Permanent) hair color... I got myself Level 2 (lasts through 24 shampoos) colors. And hope that my scalp won't burn into ashes this time.

I bought two boxes, actually. I just couldn't help myself... They were both Level 2's ... and very similar in shade... And both on Sale...

One supposes to have Less Risk, More Reward (And with mixed Reviews)... And the other, which I have personally used before... And found it to be pleasant...
(But the Reviews are bad?!)

Now, I just have to decide WHICH one to use.... *hrm*...

Ack, what exactly is this post about?

*ahem*

Just like what Mr. Markie did with one of his entries... I'm gonna ask YOU guys to ask me 3 questions of your choice. :) Leave all questions as comments.

PS. And most of you guys know, this is a Diva with an attitude typing... So what you get... May not be what you seek...

MAD*ONNA

Well, I just got back from this concert:



And like, OH MY GAWD! OHHHHH MY GAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWD that EURO-Asian Dancer is SOOOOOOOO F**********KING SIZZZLING HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!! I MEAN OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG *fanning him selves* It's like, He was so GOOORRGggeeOOUUSSS LOoking and like, HAWWTTTTTTTTTTT....AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh OoooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooohhhh...

The Good: Madonna KICKS A$$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (At her age? Hella Yeah!!)Probably the best show I've seen this year!!!!!!!!!

Favorite Moment(s): Opening & Closeing Number.

The Bad: Too Short.

After-Effect: I went home and secretly danced to Vogue...



Come on, vogue~
Let your body move to the music~
Hey, hey, hey~
Come on, vogue~
Let your body go with the flow~
You know you can do it~

Whispering in Your Ears

Wayne walked down the street in Flushing, Queens.

The Sun shined though the clouds and onto Wayne's face.

"Thank gawd I had Sun block on." Wayne said in his head.

Though the crowds... Wayne wondered aimlessly.

10 minutes, then he will be here.

Wayne decided to walk around while waiting for Paw to arrive at the Parking lot.

Argh... So bored.

Then Wayne started to sing... Softly. Very softly.

You're beautiful, you are, and you know it~
You're wasted here, you're a star~
In this small town of hand-me-downs who don't even know it~

George Michael's Flawless has been stuck in his head for days.

Sometimes it brings you down~
Sometimes it eats you up~
Sometimes you think that your head's going to blow~
It doesn't get better~

Wayne sings as he walk into another crowd of busy shoppers.

Don't you know, you've got to go to the city~
You've got to reach the other side of the glass~
I think you'll make it in the city baby~~
I think you know that you are more than just~~~
Some f**ked up piece of ass~~~

All of the sudden, the woman walking in front of him stopped.

She turned her head a little... Then turned away really fast and continued to march forward.

Did I sing too loud? She can hear me?

Wayne, bored, decided to follow the woman.

You're beautiful, you are, and you know it~
You're wasted here, you're a star~
In this small town of hand-me-downs who don't even know it~

The woman increased her speed.

Wayne picked up his speed.

Don't you know, you've got to go to the city~
You've got to reach the other side of the glass~

After a brief 30 second chase scene, the women stopped her selves and turn her entire body around.

***RING RING RING RING*** (cell phone rang)

Wayne pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and start walking.

"Heeeeyyyy... Wheeerrreee aarrrrreee youuuuuuuuuuuuu~~~~~~"

The woman watched Wayne speaking on the phone.

Wayne, distracted by the call from Paw, walked into the bookstore.

The woman stood motionless for 5 seconds then walked away.

Morning Crotch

Have you ever been so close to a crotch on a subway? And I mean, not your own crotch... But a crotch of a blonde hair girl.

For some reason, the subway wasn't as crowded this morning. Perhaps, I just happened to step onto the platform at the right time --- Most people probably squeezed their asses in the previous train.

I stepped into the cool-air filled train and scanned around.

Nope. no Eye Candies.

Still trying to get back in shape, I remained standing next the pole. The empty seats continued to wave at me... Signaling me to sit, kick back and let my ass grow...

No. None of that. I said. Sushil/Lana and Guru are visiting next month... I don't want to turn into a ball.

Two stops had passed. I stood next to the door motionless. I'd probably blanked out.

Then all of the sudden, I felt a something thrusting against my thigh. I turned to my right and saw...

A lean slender leg wrapped in pink sweat tights was curling around the pole... The same pole that I grabbed on.

I turned my head.... Not sure if I should blush or move out of the way. But this girl was on her back, leaned her back against the empty seats... and totally spreading her legs apart...

Far Apart.

Stretching? Maybe. The way she dressed... Looked like she was ready to attend a dance class.

Still on her back, she wrapped her left arm under her head... To support her neck and then twisted her right side forward...

Exposing her curves.

Then she swung her leg back... And again, exposing her crotch area directly at me.

OH MY...

Then she flicked her blonde curls with her fingers.

Who does she think she is? Anna Nicole?

Her legs continued to twist and swing back and forth...

I really had no idea if I should step away or tell her to behave like a Lady on a public transportation.

Then the train arrived at the next stop. The man next to her stood up and grabbed her hand.

"Jenny, it's our stop"

She sat up, holding her Daddy's hand and both of them walked out of the train.

Gee, I didn't realize how a 5 years old girl can be *THIS* wild in today's world.

NEWS FLASH!!

Okay, because I need to record a 3 minutes video clip for my submission to The Hilton Project, I asked my sister to record me using the digital camera.

When I plugged the camera to the TV, and start to browse though the files (photos) --- Unexpectly... The first thing that showed up on the TV screen was the photo of me and the sweetie cupcakes.



And MY SISTER WAS STANDING RIGHT BEHIND ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And there was a 3 seconds silence.

Then recovered from shock, I pressed the button and switched to the next clip (Just a bunch little toys dancing).

She didn't say anything.

I didn't say anything.

It's like, it never happened.

Time to get Wet: Part One

Hrm, after browsing though The Shower Room, and saw homer (and Joey)'s submission there... Gosh, I've got to get in the trend and submit my own shower photo(s).

Now, I need a Photographer, Makeup Artist, and probably a personal assistance to keep me warm in the shower.

At the mean time, why don't you guys submit your wet photos to him?

Prom Night - 1996

I can't believe it has been THAT long... My High School Prom Night.

It was very difficult to see it as a Good Experience... Or that Night no one can forget. (Unlike the stereotype, No. I wasn't looking forward to get laid or f**k an apple pie)

Nerd. Was probably the best word to describe myself during my High School years. (Despite that my HS Year Book was filled with the word: "Fairy") I was a nerdy little midget-size kid who had 34" waist. I had the biggest pants (Thanks Dad) - that when the wind blows, the thighs of the pants would flip-flop back and worth.

"Who's that kid with the Big Butt?"

"That's Wayne! Shhhhhhh!"

"Damn!"

So I wasn't much of a popular pretty type back then. But still, the talk of the last Prom of the year was all over the school.

"Wayne, you going to the Prom?"

"Huh? No."

"Why Not?"

"Me, going by myself? No way."

"Ask someone out!"

"Like, Who?"

"I don't know."

"Exactly."

"Just go and have fun!"

"Maybe."

I wasn't into Parties during that period. As a matter of fact, I wanted to avoid all types of interaction with people. I was very insecure about my own sexuality, and didn't want anyone to get the idea of me being gay. (Yep. I wasn't feeling too good in my own skin)

Then the rumor started.

"I think Wayne is GAY."

"Why?"

"Remember the FAIRY?"

"Oh Yeah. He's gay alright."

"Gay."

"Never seen him with a girl."

"Never."

Bothered... I finally made the biggest decision at that time of the year... I asked a total stranger from my Chemistry Class out to the Prom. (She's Asian, around 5'8", very quiet and smart... And unfortunately... I completely forgot her name...*duck*)

I hardly know her. Another reason why I asked her to the prom was that friends told me she has wanted to go... But no one would ask her...

I guess we were in the same boat. One, wanted to go, yet couldn't find a date. The other, didn't want to go, but had to find someone so he can be 'straight' --- Isn't it like an episode of your favorite Day time soap?

So, the night finally came. I didn't give much thought about what to wear... I just wore my Tux (Yes. I had a Tuxedo of my own, tie the little bow-tie below my neck and went out to the front door and wait for my ride.

Car-Pool, of course. I mean, we didn't feel like renting a limo for the night. (Okay, we were poor) Two other pairs are coming over to pick me and my date up.

***Skips the waiting part***

So she finally came out of her house, all prepared and dressed all nice in a silk lavender purple tinted dress.

Her Dad, smiling from the front door, waved at me.

***Skips the Dinner part***

After I paid for both of us, the rest of us left the ultra expensive over-rated restaurant and proceed to enjoy the rest of the evening.

Then, all of us, squeezed tight against each other in the van and drove to the Hotel where the Prom is held.

Upon arrival, we decided to park the van else where... The valet parking was very expensive for us poor students to afford. So, we parked the van 3 blocks down and walked to the Hotel.

I have never been to a party... Seeing all the people dressed up, looking clean and professional was a bit intimidating for me.

Didn't know what to do, the two of us followed the rest of the couples around... Then eventually, we stopped at the Prom Picture Booth.

PROM PICTURES. Oh, how can I forget about this? This is the ritual and tradition that all Prom-goers have to do.

Ms. Date: "Let's take Prom Pictures."

Wayne: "Ah...?" (And to leave Evidence that I actually came to the PROM?)

Ms. Date: "Why not?"

Wayne: "Sure."

So we waited in line.

And waited.

Then when it was our term... We both stood within the area where the photographer marked with masking tape.

We stood side by side.

I looked at the camera, thought..."OH my... Does that mean, I have to marry her? Will people think that she's my GIRLfriend?!"

"You guys are acting like strangers. Stand closer to each other. Come on, don't be shy."

She is a stranger, damn it. I thought.

"Hold her right hand with your left."

OH SH*T. I have to touch her. I thought again.

Then I reach out and hold her hand in my left palm.

There was a slight shiver coming from her side... She was nervous...

And I realize that she also felt the same way... She hardly knows me... She came, because she wanted to come to her first and last Prom in High School.

Hold her hand, I forced a smile on my face.

I couldn't let her down... And let myself down.

It was awkward.

For me and her.

But we've got to make the best out of the night.

Our first and last Prom.

Then... SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP.

Photo was taken.

And we were done.

"Wayne!!"

"JEFF!!"

Jeff was with his Sister, Tonia, her Date, and His date. They waved and signaled at us to join them at the lobby.

"Jeff, who's your date?"

"Nichole."

"Who's that?"

"Someone from the Band."

"Oh, I didn't know you have a girl..."

"OH, I kinda like her. Bu it's not like we're dating or anything. We're just friends."

Join the club, my friend.

Then Annie and her date came, and then Steven and his long term girl friend came and then Vanessa and her date and more and more and more...

A bunch of us, clogged up the lobby area like a giant Poo-ball stuck in the toilet drain.

"Wayne, I can't believe you are here!!"

"Wayne, you brought a date!!!"

"Wayne, you look nice!!!"

"Wayne, Wow!! You are at the Prom!!!"

Behind my cold-flat face, I had the grin of victory. I have accomplished my goal. People acknowledge my present at the Prom with a GIRL.

Die, Rumor. Die!!

Then Vanessa suggested that we head to the dance floor.

Like the giant Poo-ball that just been flushed down the drain, all of us rushed into the dance floor.

The Dance floor was HOT.

There were a *LOT* of people.

People's body heat turned the room into a tropical rain forest.

So Hot and Humid.

There were a lot of pretty girls.

There were a lot of pretty guys.

There were a lot of girls wearing strap-less gowns.

There were a lot of girls showing a lot of skin.

And because it was so hot and humid and everyone was sweating...

I couldn't help it but to notice the strong musky body odor that have been attacking my nose-nerves at the point when I step onto the dance floor.

I mean, Hello? Deodorants Anyone?

There were booths outside giving out product samples... And how come no one ever thought about Deodorant samples?

So the dance floor was hell. I couldn't bear to stand in there...

"Let's go"

"Yeah."

"Wait, I have to go to the bathroom."

"We'll meet you outside."

Ah, Men's Room!!

As I opened the door... A strange SWEET scent rushed up my nose and sent my mind out to the space. In a split second, I felt dizzy and couldn't hold my breath...

POT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I struggled and walked out of the pathway... Holding my nose with my right hand, I squeezed my body through wet bodies around me... And met up with my friends (and my date) at the front yard.

"Guys, people in the bathroom are..."

"Yes we know."

They nodded their head in agreement.

Then we just chilled at the front, and chatted the night away.

3 hours after, the Prom ended, and everyone fled out of the Hotel and flooded the entrance.

Men were with their Chicks.

Girls were with their studs.

Some of them seemed Drunk. Most of them were stoned. And only few decent people were able to walk out with nicely groomed attire and sweat-free hair.

We, the Carpool gang stayed at the front until the traffic smoothed out.

I looked over at Ms. Date... And she looked back.

"Wayne."

"Yeah."

"By the way, My Dad's coming to pick me up."

"Ah? You are not going to Carpooling with us?"

Then, few minutes after, her Dad drove up.

Smiling at me as he opened the passenger door...

Ms. Date stepped in and waved at us.

Then they took off.

In my head, I thought..."Gee, you actually think I'm planning score with your Daughter tonight?"

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Now thinking back, I wasn't really a good date. I basically used her to prove the rumors wrong. (Uh, well, yeah. Who knew I became a Queen in College?)
She, on the other hand, probably was expecting some sort of a fairy-tale-like Prom. But instead of giving her the prom of her dream (I couldn't act it out, I haven't found the actress in me at the time) - I went with her as a complete stranger, and remained a stranger though out the year. (We didn't talk to each other in class after the Prom. Like, it never happened.) I was really an @$$.

I sure hope and wish that she has found the Prince (or Princess, you never knew) of her dream and living the best out of her life right now.

Life Update

Okay, so I fixed the video. Tired of downloading encoders, I decided to make it into a flash movie.

Anyway - So I have been kinda out-of-the-space last week. Haven't really had the time and energy to catch with the bloggy world and write some entries.
Well, here is an update on what's going on with my life.

#1 - New Apartment.

My room is a mess. Been so busy and lazy to clean things up. *sigh* Maybe this weekend... I'll do something about it.

#2 - The Job.

As the company policy. I am required to stay within the current (old) department for 30 calendar days before transferring to the new group.
But the thing is --- The BIG BIG (old) Boss stopped talking to me. Whenever I bumped into her in the hallway, I'd get a fake smile from her.
I mean, that's fine. But she sent chills up my crotch. Which, it wasn't too good of a feeling to have. (Its worst than having crabs chewing on the root of the public hair) Aside from that, my Project Manager was dropped from one of my projects...
And I didn't even had the slightest glue until my Florida Manager called and sorta mentioned it.
If she was dropped from the project, then why am I still working on it?
I have no clue. I don't even know what's going on anymore.

And - oh yeah, my New Boss also mentioned, that he has came to an agreement, that I will have to stay an extra week at the old place and finish up the project.

Gee, Joy.

#3 - The Side Jobs.

I took up two web design jobs. (MONEY MONEY I NEED MONEY) This, both of them pretty much occupied my time during the night.
Mentally, I'm exhausted... One thing I like about it, is that I like doing the fun graphics and animation... But having to meet Client's deadline and expectation was stressful. I would get 3-5 emails an hour... Just with the client's "Oh, by the way, can You change... Oh, by the way, I want that..." --- Gotta have patience for this kinda of work.

#4 - The Other Job.

Well, I missed my audition yesterday. I copied down the wrong address... And then was traveling all over the city...
And then went to the wrong place, and then get back to the right route... The casting crew waited an hour and twenty minutes for me... Then they had to leave.
*Sigh* Is this my fate?

#5 - The Hair

After a chaotic hair-hi-lightening experience, the top center of my head is now, officially Yellowish Red. (I call it the Kappa Dish) The rest of my hair remained black. Because I have tried to cover-the dish-spot up with another hair color on the same day... I totally damaged my hair. As of Saturday, my hair has been falling like snow flakes... They got thinner and thinner...

#6 - Paw

He's cute as ever. I want to jump him right here, right now.

#7 - The Yogo Dog

Uh... I miss him already.

#8 - You

Stay tuned. :) I'm going to write about my High School Prom next!!

Eye Candy of the Day


Takeshi Kaneshiro

What can I say, this Japanese/Chinese 31 years old 5'10 Gorgeous Actor (He kicks ass)/Singer (Ack, whadda voice! Eeek) / Model (Oh baby) had captured my heart long ago, when I was still living in Taiwan with my innocent sheep skin. He started his career at the age of 17-ish... First, as a singer. Which, blown my head away... (In an awful way - but who cares, he's hot) --- He's deep deep deep masculine voice wasn't the best voice for Chinese Pop back then... (But perfect for bedtime, right?) Then again, he proved that no one is perfect, and then later in his career, he became the great actor he is today. (Famous in Hong Kong, Taiwan, Korea and Japan)

Those of you who are hard-core PS2 gamers may recognize him from the game Onimusha and Onimusha3... Yep. That's him.

*pant* *pant* *pant* --- I can't believe how HOT he has become now.

I can't wait to see him in Shi Mian Mai Fu / House of Flying Daggers when it's released in North America this Fall.

And Oh Yeah

I totally forgot the fact, that an Internet cam can also be use as a regular digital camera.



Which, I can also use to make dirty videos.

Just another Blonde Joke

Okay, please, don't get offended by this joke. I saw this on the internet today.


Two blondes were going to Disneyland, when they came to a fork in the road.

A sign reads: "Disneyland Left"



So they went home.

Sweetest Things

Even though I was on a very short vacation and a very tight schedule - I was able to meet the famous Mr. HappySad and his sugar honey cake @ a restaurant in LA.



As I finally found my way, and parked my car, and then walked down the street toward the Restaurant... (Alec spot me first - I was going to do my special Sneak Attack) The two men turned around and....

BLING BLING BLING

I felt like I was in some teeth whitening gel commercial.

The two men spread the edge of their lips as wide as they can; exposing those pearl whites that sent dashing sparks into my eyes.

Thank gawd that I have endured the peroxide torture on my tongue for the past 4 days... My teeth weren’t at their yellow-est state. (I'd never expect to find effective Teeth Whitening System at a 99 cents store - Oh wait, I think it's one of those high-end products that expired)

Greeting with smile, I proudly displayed my semi-yellow-yet-some-what-white teeth.

Robert and Alec look exactly like how they looked in the photos.

There was a lot of smiling going on.

Then we head into the restaurant.

*** Skips the food ordering part ***

First of all, that man eats like a Bird.

I mean, who orders a cup of SOUP for DINNER? I mean, with my tank-size bowl of salad next to his tiny cup of soup... He made me felt like a freaking starved Oinky Piggy. (I guess next time we hang out, I'm going to have a Tic-Tac for dinner)

We chatted and chatted and chatted and then went to their apartment for more chatting. (Gosh, they are so FUN!)

One of the most surprising things, about visiting their apartment, is that... I get to see their baby pictures.

No one, had ever, shown me their baby pictures. (I burnt mine, of course. I couldn't handle seeing myself during my nerdy era)

So that was very cool.

Then I get to see Robert's big long bugs.

And the empty tank.

And dead bugs (Butterflies).

And Ancient Chinese Advertisement Poster.

And another Ancient Chinese Advertisement Poster (Chinese Tic-Tac).

Damn, I've walked into a mini museum!

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Cool!!!



Robert and Alec are so cute and adorable, those totally made me wanna take them out to Central Park and watch them running on the grass field, giggling, laughing, chasing after each other and enjoying the Sun. I would throw the little tennis ball over and watch them chase after it... The one that caught the ball will get special doggie treats from me, and then...

Ack, What am I writing?!

Before I fainted on the sofa, Robert took me back to my car. I remember that we were still talking... But I think I was mumbling and blah-ed words out of my mouth without going though my brain first. My brain was fried. I was soooo tired. (I didn't get much rest over the vacation. Been traveling a lot... Plus the 3 hour difference in mental clock)

But it was a fabulous night. Simply Fabulous.

The night ended on a great note. It was truly a pleasure meeting the two fabulous men. And, I'm looking forward for our next meeting. (We've gotta go shopping next time! --- At Sephora, of course.)


Quote of the Night

Robert: "How much do you weight?"

Wayne: "162lbs."

Robert: "You weight more than me."

And that phrase echoed in my head for at least 10 times.

Robert is taller and I weight MORE than him.

Okay, so he's on the soup-diet. I got it.

The Full-Day - Part II

Not remember exactly how long I have been walking, I soon arrived at the end of the railroad.

No, I haven't arrived at my station yet. The walk-able road next to the track has ended. Where the railroad continued on - on top of a bridge.

Without giving a choice, I walked down into the neighborhood next to the rail road. Through the large pine trees, I made my way to the side walk.

Everything's so quiet...

From the corner of my eye, I saw some thing moving. Quickly, I turn my head toward the direction of the movement... And saw someone running from one house into the yard of the opposing house.

If I can see him, he can see me too.

I didn't even felt the need to analyze what that person was up to. My mind was filled with ways in keeping myself safe at night. With as little exposure as possible.

I quickly walked behind a parked Mini-Van, and waited a few seconds.

This is stupid. I think too much.

I may have over reacted to what I saw... It was probably just some scandalous affair between the neighbors... Really none of my business.

Picking up my steps, I continued marching forward. I couldn't see the railroad from down the hill, but I managed to maintain my center of direction. (Believe me, for those who know me... I have absolute no sense of direction)

There were some cars drove passed me. Some maintained their speed, some slowed down.

At 2 in the morning, this neighbor sure was packed with a lot of action. With each slowing or stopping car near me, I would walk faster and away from the open road.

Please... Don't rob me... I only have $20 bucks in my wallet...

I'd never thought walking could be this stressful.

Through twists and turns, I made my way out of the neighborhood and out onto the open street.

"Great, where am I?"

Without stopping my feet (never know what will sneak up on you when you acted clueless) - I continued to walk...

The chilly wind thrust though my thin black jacket. I wrapped my arms around my body to keep my tummy warm. (Well, for some reason, my fat didn't seem to be blocking the chill)

With every step, I constantly reminded myself how mean of a B*tch I can be... And I was very tough, and mean, and mean mean mean mean mean! Who ever wants to rob me, I'll turn him/her into dust. (Or Kitty Litter)

I walked pass another bridge, though a small dark plaza... Passed by some shops... A closed Gas Station... Some Church...

Then all of the sudden... I saw...

"BUFFET!!! JAPANESE BUFFET!!!!!" My heart pumps with excitement.

Yes. I finally saw something I recognize. It was the Japanese Restaurant that gave me the extra 3 lbs...

YES OH YES!!

I walked along the pathway to the Buffet Restaurant, the more familiar I was with the area.

I have arrived... The town that's next to MY town.

Great. More walking.

But at least, I didn't have to worry about getting lost. Fighting the burning sensation on my toes, I happily glides though the shopping mall and onto the main traffic road.

There were lots of cars. Early in the morning. I wondered exactly where these people are going...(Home? Or...?!)

After a fun fat-burning speed walk session, I walked into another neighborhood... The one that I remembered to be the short cut to my apartment.

This neighborhood is darker compare to the others. Probably because of the limited street lamps available.

There were couple guys hanging out in front of a closed cafe.

Waiters.

I knew they were waiters, because of their attire. They were finally off work.

I continued my journey until I reached an area where no shops were around.

I was alone.

Well, I thought I was.

As I was approaching the rail road intersection... I saw a man (5'8, 175lbs, Latino looking, around mid 30's), walking toward my direction... From a distance.

Like a two-way street traffic. I stayed on the right side of my path.. And he stayed on his side as well.

I shifted my big ole' back to my behind... Carefully kept my eyes on the man.

He got closer.

Then I heard some noise.

The man made some weird noise. As if, he was talking to himself.

OH MY GAWD, He’s DRUNK!! I panicked.

Then his head gradually turned toward me.

HOLY SH*T!!

My heart started to pump faster... In my head, I started to picture what would happen if he attacked me. What if he has a knife... A Gun, maybe, or just using his powerful fists..

But I must show no fear.

Without stopping, I continued to walk forward.

And he continued to walk toward my way.

And closer...

Why is he looking at me?

Just when I was trying to maintain my posture... HE TOOK A STEP TOWARD ME!!!

At that point, my chest was filled with flaming acid... My heart stopped and I felt burning in my throat.

I stopped.

Eyes wide opened, I glared at him.

After the 3rd step, the man stopped.

......

Penis.

Yes.

Penis. That is where I will strike first.

Remembered what Mom taught me in the past, the pubic area is the best place to land my full-force thrust kick.

I stood motionless and kept my focus on his crotch area.

That's where I'll strike!! That's my target!!

Come on, you bastard!! One step closer I'll break your eggies!!!

I hissed in my mind as I watch the man held up his hand.

"Excuse me, is that XXXXXX Road?"

Er?

"Uh, *ahem* YES. That's the XXXXXX Road." I replied as manly as I could.

"Thank you." - Then he walked pass me.

I speed up my paste just to make sure that I kept myself a good distance from him.

Then after I accidentally walked past my apartment and had to walk around the block again, I finally made it home.

The Full-Day

****This post was meant to be posted last week, but as you all know, Wayne is a flakey queen... So, here it is****


Had the pleasure of meeting Pua in person, for the very first time. Even though there were few obstacles that were in the way (Damn hotel elevators!!), but we managed to overcome all that. Just as I expected... She's as sweet as a very sweet honey comb. Fabulous personality!!! (And Oh My Gawd, she has the voice of an Angel!!) I also get to meet her talented beautiful daughter. :)



It's always an amazing experience of meeting the face behind the words.

Unfortunately, with the limited time given, we had to end our meeting sooner than we wanted. But I'm sure there will be more meetings in the future. (Since she lives 20 minutes away from my Cali home.)Hrm.... Boba Anyone?

What a great afternoon for the sunny Saturday. After meeting with Pua, I called up with my CHILDHOOD FRIENDS from Boston, to see where in NY they want to have dinner. (They were visiting) Instead of Queens, we ended up eating in an over-rated Korean Restaurant in the city... Afterwards, I tagged along with the others to a desert place (a bar).... And then it got really late... I was very tired and sleepy (11:45 PM) So I decided to go home... I said bye bye bye to them and then started walking toward the subway station...

And of course, being the 1.5 year New Yorker, I ended up lost some where between the dark streets. I continued to speed-walk toward the direction where I can see the "lights across the sky." (Basically, Time Square. It's so bright, that the clouds in the sky reflect the light. Las Vegas has the same effect.) So I walked from the Upper East Side to Time Square, and then from there, I took the subway down to Penn Station. (My Toes!)

By the time I reached the Penn Station LIRR level, it'd already passed the train schedule... So, I waited for 40 minutes at the waiting area.

...

Did I mention that I was sleepy and tired?

Then the train arrived... I dragged my tired body onto the train and collapsed on the chair.

Couple more stops, and then I'm home. I said to myself.

Just a couple more...

...

DING DING... JAMICA STATION.

I opened my eyes... And felt the suction of my contact lenses against my eye balls.

Damn Dry...

Just... Just one more station....

Then...

DING DING... MEOW MEOW PLACE Station.

My eye lids popped open and I jumped up from the seat.

OH MY GAWD... I MISSED MY STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I screamed in my head.

I grabbed my bag and jacket and rushed out of the closing Train door at the speed of light. (Ninja Dash!)

Meow Meow Place... Meow Meow Place... Meow Meow Place!!! Noooo....

"Meow Meow Place" is one of the minor little stations that the train RARELY STOPS during the week days. As for the Weekend Late-Night schedule, it was probably the last stop of the day.

I looked down at my cell phone..."2:14 AM"

It was too late... Too late to call a Car Service... (I didn't have enough money on me as well)... It was too late... And I didn't want to call my sister and wake her up from her sleep... Besides, if she found out that I slept-though the station again, I'd be so very embarrassed.

Meow Meow Place... Meow Meow Place... What can I do?

I looked around me... Everything was dark... Very quiet... The houses in the area have already dimmed their lights. People were sleeping.

I looked up to the crystal clear sky... Covered with sparkling shining stars.

"Sigh, what a beautiful evening..."

As the wind softly brushed against my face, I looked back down on my shoes.

"Banana Republic, it's your time to do your magic!" I whisper softly and then proceed to walk along the railroad BACK home.


To Be Continued...

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So many things to write... So little time... And So very little energy.... But... I can't wait to see Robert this Sat!!!

When I return, I'll blog about my meeting with Pua and what happened later that night!!!