Treasure Troll

I got this off Josh's blog. I think it's probably one of the most interesting sites that I've seen...


But anyway, let's get down to business.

Have any of you know what a Treasure Troll is? Well, Personally, I was never a fan of those weird-looking toys. They may be cute, to certain people, but they scared the heck out of me when I was young.



2 weeks ago, for being a color-freak that my inner-self claim to be, I dyed my hair using Feria Multi-Color-Shimmering-Ding-Dong Hair Color (Crushed Garnet).

And, just like what Dr. P saw over the weekend, only my roots showed up Red.

I totally forgot that 4 weeks ago, I dyed my hair Black. (Oh, it was a mess) - You can't really apply any dark-shade dyes on a black-dyed hair.

So, under the lights, my hair would glow with a settle red tint... From the roots area. (More like, I had red scalp)

Then, I found a little packet of 'Hair Color Remover' at a local Beauty Shop.

I bought it, along with the cream developer....

After I got home, and waited until the female love bird left the apartment... I started my hair-color-removal process.

And let me tell you, it HURTS.

Yep. Whatever that chemical was, my scalp was on fire.

But I wanted to get rid of the dark red color on my hair... So I waited 30 minutes.... Until the pain sent me to the shower.

I rinse. I dried. And I looked into the mirror.

"#($!)&()*!$&*(!)&$*)_#&$!*_$&#$~^%&*)!@$&"

Instead of a clean looking silky smooth sleekly hair... I saw myself with ORANGE roots.


(This picture is actually darker than the real thing. My hair was Orange. Orange, as in, O R A N G E.)

I was a treasure troll. And I couldn't go to work like that.

Worst yet, the female love bird returned just as I stepped out of the restroom.

"HI WAYNE. I'm Backkkkkk."

Crap.

I ran into my room, and grabbed my Revlon High Dimensions Hair Color (Natural Black - See, I bought one for the situation like this) and ran back into the restroom.

"I'm in the Restroom. Toilet."

"Okay"

I pull out the latex gloves, twisted the developer bottle open, poured the dye, shook the damn thing and squeeze them all on to my head.

Then I remember that I forgot to apply Protein Jelly around my hair lines... (It protects your hair line from being "COLORED" by the dye)

I sat on the toilet, fighting the scalp pain from peroxide and ammonia... And waited 15 minutes... Until I re-do the rinse-wash-towel dry routine...

Yes. The Black is back. BUT... I got cow spots on my forehead.

I scrubbed and washed and scrubbed.

But none of that did the trick.

The next day, the black dye remained on my forehead.

I had to comb my hair down (bangs) to cover up the spots.

But the hair color was great. It left my hair feeling much softer compare to that freakin' Hair Remover.

Do I feel like a Revlon model? No. But I sure can go to work.



**********UPDATE**********

Thank you, Guru, for your generous input on this little incident of mine.

*sigh* Sometimes, I just don't know how to communicate. I guess it'll take more than just a speech class for me to get things right. I seemed to have forgotten the mistakes that I've made from the past, and never really learned from them.
I've got a brain, and I should use it.

Picture of the Day

Evolution



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And, stay tooned, and find out why I decided to change my hair style (combed down) on Wednesday!!
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Subway Tale: Baby Got Back

I don't know what to say about this. *sigh*

Every morning, my most prized reward from the long train ride, was either a fabulous nap (without me snoring or drooling all over the place) - or that an eye candy would sit by me. (Rare! Very Rare!)

On the subway, I would hope that there will be some pretty passenger that would make the 10 minute ride more enjoyable.

This morning, right after I got off the Railroad (no eye candies); I went along the massive crowd toward the subway entrance. (Weird, there were so many people this morning) Disappointed by the lack of sleep and eye candies, like a starving wolf, my eyes were hunting for eyes-creams.

Eye Candies... Eye Candies! Where are my Eye Candies!?

Nope, not here.

Nope, not there.

Nope, he's not.

Nope, he's so not.

(Sometimes, I feel so vain)

Then there I stood on the platform with a bunch of people.

Waiting for the next train.

Across the platform, I saw someone who is not really a 100% eye candy, but totally do-able. (Hush, I know. I'm a slut)

But ZOOOOOM, his [4] train arrived and took him away in a flash.

Damn it.

So I waited for a couple minutes more...

Then the [2] train came.

But it was packed with people.

Everyone, in front of me, rushed into the train and stuffed themselves like turkey fillings.

The passengers inside of the train, had the facial expression of crabs inside of the steam cooker. Struggling, they waved their arms and twist their bodies... Some screamed "HEY!!!" and some went "ARRGGGGHHH."

From the scene of that, I stepped back. Without the desire of being part of the massive torture, I waited for the next train.

After a few minutes, the [3] train arrived.

Before I had the chance to hold onto my bag, the people behind me around rushed and pushed me forward.

Surfing among the people, I was automatically sent into the train.

This train was even crowded than the first one.

No Eye Candies still.

Trying my best, I twisted my body around so I can hold onto something...

Then, that's why I realized... That I'm surrounded by bodies. Human bodies.

Wet, Humid, and Hot. (It was raining this morning)

People's body pressed tight against mine.

WHY?! Why No Eye Candies?! I screamed in my head.

It'd be heaven if I was pressing my body hard against at least ONE eye candy.

*sigh*

"Excuse Me" a female voice came from behind.

With the vibration of our bodies, I felt the woman moving toward the inner part of the train.

People started to twist and struggle along with her movements.

Similar to rubbing my finger deeply inside of a Jell-O pudding... I felt something cold - yet soft wrapping around my tail bone.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a woman... Forcing her to the little tiny space behind me.

And both of my bums were rubbing against her single bum (Aye Muy Grande!)during the entire movement.

This woman. Had moved behind me. Directly behind me, with her back against my back.

As if my body was sinking into a waterbed. My eyes were wide open... Starring at the ceiling... As the sensation took control of my mind.

OHMYGAWDOHMYGAWDOHMYGAWDOHMYGAWD

I'm between her...

Like I have been mind-blasted... My head went blank.

The thoughts of eye candies were gone.

I begged... I begged anyone... ANYONE to move behind me... But not her... NOT HER.

Anyone... Anyone...

Then the Bum Bum Song started to play from the back of my head...

My bum is on the rail~
Bum is on the rail~
Look at Me
My bum is on the rail~

........

Then there came a stop, a cutie pie Turkish-looking man walked in. (He kinda looks like a younger version of Tarkan)

Like that oxygen mask that pop-out of the over-head bin on the air plane, I put 110% of my thoughts, my mind, and my soul into him.

From one end of the train to the other, he was my source of distraction... He made me forget how it felt to be stuck in between big bums. He made me appreciate how beautiful life can be for being stuck in between two wet bums.

Not sure for how long, but my stop finally came.

Like a comet flying though the starry sky, I dashed out of the train and ran to work.

Life Within

When the Female and Male love birds came back from their mini-trip, they were (especially my sister) was excited to show me something.

"We got this for you! Took us a long time to find. It's very unique."

Unsure what it was, I carefully open the gift bag and took out the tissue papers.

Ecosphere.



"Isn't this unique? I've never seen something like this before."

"......... Uh...." I mumbled.

"Isn't this so Cool? Look, shrimps. And the algae will provide food and oxygen"

"Yeah... I know."

"Do you like it?"

"I actually had seen this before. Last year, at Macy's. When they were promoting this thing as the new gift idea."

The female love bird turned to the male one... "Oh, so he's seen it. It's not new to him."

Looking through the glass sphere, I saw some red shrimps swimming around... In circles.

"Sorry, but I cannot take this."

Both of them looked at me... "How come? You can put this on your desk."

Then I explained to them how I felt when I first saw it at Macy's... It attracted my attention for a split second. As soon as I held one of the spheres in my hand, and looked at the living being living within the glass container... I felt the chill rushed up toward the back of my head.

It was the most horrible thing I have ever seen.

I seriously don't like the idea of "Playing with life" or having control over helpless little creatures... In control of their lives... Watch them, like a game... For personal pleasure.

The male love bird said..."But those Shrimp were born in that world. They wouldn't know that there are more... To them, that's their Ocean."

I replied, "I don't give a damn about how they feel. The problem is, I *know* what an Ocean is like. And I cannot just watch those shrimps living in an entrapped environment. I just think that's cruel. Very Cruel."

Then, disappointed, the Female Love Bird went to discuss the refund policy of the Ecosphere.

I hate to see my sister feeling disappointed. But this time, I just couldn't take what she had to give.

If I was 10 years younger, I would have no problem keeping the Ecosphere. I will probably decorate my entire room with them. Watch them live and watch them die.

During my childhood, I grown two bottles of Sea Monkeys. One got too dirty, so I dumped them into the toilet... And the other one... I accidentally knocked the glass bottle onto the floor... And the shrimps eventually got mopped away.

I didn't felt a thing.

We also had a big fish tank, filled with a bunch of fish. We feed them, watch them eat, and then watch them swim back and forth aimlessly...

It was natural, for me to see them living within the tank.

It's their life. To be watched and feed.

There's one thing that I hate about myself. I really hate how I was back in the childhood. I was one cruel heartless little B*tch. If I can travel back in time, I would totally spank and slap the sh*t out of the young me.

*Sigh* Now this Ecosphere thing got into my head, I couldn't get it out of my mind...

Those poor little shrimps....

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While writing this blog, I came across the Sea Monkeys Watch. And as described....

"The face of this unique five-function digital watch is a rugged, water-filled bubble that can hold one or two adult Sea-Monkeys for up to 24 hours. (Then transfer the Sea-Monkeys back to their home tank.)"

Have they ever thought that during the transfer process, the kid might accidentally drop the Sea-Monkey, or blew them away with a sneeze? And they actually think the kids will remember to dump the Sea Monkeys back into the tank?!

I don't think so.

Those Sea Monkeys that were brought into the Watch would probably be forgotten, and then die.
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Joy & Pain & a Lot of Sweat

I was totally going to blog about how exactly; I decorate my flower-shape glass bowl.



Piece by piece. The arrangement of the gem stones and the sugar-free/low-carb candies (Strawberry Crème Savers, Raspberry N' Cream, Peach N' Cream, Orange N' Cream, Mixed Fruit Summer/Spring Fruits, Berry Sorbet and Butter Toffee).

But I felt the need to write about last night.

Yes.

Last night.

I had a great Japanese Food session with the My-Brother-Killed-The-Turkeys-Man.

Then we went to THIS place to meet:

(In the order of appearances)...

Byrne
Steven
Mak
Patrick
Atticus
Bob
Charlie
Rob
Nicole

(Thanks to Patrick, I have been waiting for someone to post the complete list!)

But yeah, it was really great to finally meet the faces behind the computer screen. (Except for you, Byrne, I've met you before... See, yer special!)

And then I was on my cell phone for 40 minutes. (Sorry guys, I just couldn't hang up on him --- No, not Him, this Him is my friend from the west coast)

But like always, I was feeling really tired.... Wish I had the energy to totally grove to the music being played at the bar... (And yeah, Michael, your "DO You Believe In Life after Love" still echoes in my head)

And, Pat, thank you for the buying us the shots. Sorry, I wasn't in the best shape of my life... But next time, I'll take double an-acid, and take a nap in the Office Bathroom before joining you guys... And I'll drink some.

And wow, Nicole, you are so pretty!!

Even when you were checking out the man who exposed his white brief, you observed it with class. (And I wanted to pour my Ginger Ale on that guy to make his underwear see-through... So we can see the crack)

What a friendly bunch. ;) I had a great time, really.

BUT.

I had to catch the train.... So....

Lots of Muahs and Hugs....

Then I speed walk to the Penn Station.

And jumped into the train before the doors closed.

Then I found myself a seat and sat my sweaty self down.

And a girl came, and asked if she can sit next to me.

"Oh sure."

She sat down and then for some unknown reason, she raised her left arm and places it under her head.

This, totally exposed her left armpit at me.

CRAP.

Pretending to be sleeping, I leaned my face against the window.

Taking in as little air as possible... Tried not to think about I was next to a big armpit.

Then...

I fell asleep.

Deeply asleep.

.................................................z...z.z....z......

All of the sudden, my eyes popped right open.

I look out.

And saw my station moving away....

The armpit has gone off the train.

But I didn't.

"MeowMeow Place"

Nope. It was a small stop. No train will stop at this station this late in the morning.

I waited for the next station.

"BlueBerry"

I got off as soon as the door snapped open.

I pull out of the train schedule and discovered the next train will not arrive until 49 minutes.

CRAP.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a passing Taxi... I quickly type down the taxi service number in my cell phone....

I called.

"Hello."

"HI. What's the rate of going from BlueBerry to MuiOyeLa?"

"Eight Dollars."

"Okay, Get me a cab. Now. BlueBerry station."

"Ok, be right there."


There came the Taxi. And the nice Taxi driver took me back to MuiOyeLa station. (OF COURSE I'm not gonna ask him to drop me off at the apartment! What if he's a KELLA?! What if... Argh, I think I think too much some times...)

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AND OH MY GAWD --- I just got a call for an audition... (Which, I completely forgot what it is about) Now, after digging though my files.... I found out that it was casting for someone who is VERY Athletic and can do Jumps and Flips and All THAT!!

CRAP. I think I submitted my stuff just for the heck of it.

Time for my Power Bar Lunch!! See how much weight I can gain in 2 days...



As for the flip... I can always refer to my back injury...

Yeah.... That...
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The process of Decoration I

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Have you join THIS yet?
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Well, Martha is in the jail, but there are so many other people have merged into the scene, and start their own home-making show.
In the world of blog as well. We have the adorable cuddly homer who have posted pictures of his home renovation, as well as self-made pretty cute decorations. So, handy, so sexy.

Totally, Fabulous.

Therefore, I'm gonna do some decoration too... Not my room of course. (It's already helpless) But I'm going to do the magical touch to my office.... Aside from the Spidy and his beachy corner... I'm going to add more flare to my office... More... More and More... Things... (Now, I just need Tyler Harcott to be my decor-advisor.)

Just the other day, I was in a little gift shop... Then at teh '50% Off' rack, I saw this:



I have seen it many times whenever I 'cruise' the store.

For some unknown reason, I picked it up and paid $2.75 for it.

So, stay tooned to see what I did with it!


Oh, did I mention that I'm meeting the animal killer tonight? *Remembers the pictures of dead turkeys*

Rude Back

After departing from meeting with the cutie Guru and his fabulous friends, I went down to the subway platform.

Physically tired (Thanks to the lovely work and... Late Night video-game play) - and feeling sick, I was walking with my eyes half-closed.

In deed, I was burning all the energy that I had in my body. (Burn, baby, Burn!)

With the big OLD NAVY bag in my hand, and a ripping Kenneth Cole bag around my shoulder (Ripping, yeah. It's falling apart. I put too much stuff in the bag) - I stroll down the underground tunnel to the [S] train. (It's the shuttle that links Grand Central to Penn Station)

Down the tunnel, I saw a woman walking toward in an amazing speed from the opposite direction. (Probably in her late 40's, 5'6", 210 lbs, Latina, with dark brown hair) Even with two shopping bags in her hands, they didn't seem to be slowing her down.

She must be in a hurry. I thought.

Just when I was about to step to my right to make room for her....  She glared at me and yelled..."GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!"

Empowered by my rather unusual butch-looking clothes (I was wearing this shirt with this pair of jeans) and newly buzzed hair, I glare back at her and said "F**K OFF!!"

Her face changed from a hungry wolf to a rabbit in shock.

She then walked around the people next to her and went off to her own business.

Moral of the Story:

Don't ever let anyone interrupt your fabulous catwalk.

Dog

Bag of Goodies

In the later afternoon, Wayne walks though the front door and entered the lobby.

Meg: "Wayne!"

Wayne: "Hi Meg. Back from Lunch?"

Meg: "Oh, Yeah!!"

Meg looked down and saw the little plastic back in Wayne's hand.

Meg: "You went to Duane Reade? (Duane Reade is like the Sav.on in the West Coast - you know, the #1 Drug-store thingy.)

Wayne: "Uh..."

Meg: "Ah, Did you ever find that cheap store I told you?"

Wayne: "Yeah, Yeah, Of course. I bought a few things there already."

Meg: "Yeah, great discount stuff. Duane Reade is so expensive!! They charge twice as much!!"

Wayne: "Well, yeah. I bought some table wipe the other day. Only 99 cents."

Meg: "See, I told ya. You should have gone."

Wayne looked down at his Duane Reade plastic bag.

Wayne: "Next time."

Meg: "Cool. Well, I've gotta get going. Talk to you later!"

Wayne: "Bye Meg."

Meg walked out of the double door.

Wayne returned to his desk; put the little plastic bag on the floor...

The little bag had the following:

Clairol Herbal Essences Balancing Shampoo - Travel Size
Infusium 23 Leave-in Conditioner/Treatment - Travel Size
Bath and Body Works Bio Firm Hold Hairy Spray (with Comfrey and Thyme) - Travel Size
Green Bean Facial Cleanser
The Body Shop "For Men" Aftershave Gel
Colgate Shave Cream - Travel Size
BiC Twin Select Shaver

Yes. That's right. Wayne didn't go to Duane Reade. He had a mini grooming session in the Men's Room.

Subway Tale - The Man with the Big...

Hello from the new office, everyone. Sorry, I have been slacking of on my blog entries as well as reading YOUR bloggies. B-Z as hella here. Uh Uh Uh!

Nerveless, I'm still alive and Voguu'in.

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The train was packed with people. Probably due to another signal problem or disabled train. But by the time I arrived at the Penn Station (I was in the [C] train), mountain of people were standing at the platform.

Pushing and squeezing though the people, I managed to get out of the door (without touching anyone's butt) before the crowd rushed in.

As I was heading toward the stair, I spotted a handsome man with green-eyes, dirty blonde hair, and THAT athletic body. (I'd say, he's probably around Mid 20's, 5'8, 155lbs)

On his back, he was carrying one of that heavy-weight big big big camping backpack... Filled all the way to the top. The bag is as big as Doraemon!! His right hand (Oh, Masculine Arm!), was holding onto a BIG Golf bag. (Okay, so this man comes with baggages)

So, there he was, at the edge of the platform. He got himself though the door, but the backpack and the golf bag were 1/5 way though. The train was packed... Stuffed with people. Men and Women mixed all together. Body to body, shoulder to shoulder and butt to butt. I have not seen a train so jam-packed with humans before. And that beautiful looking man was forcing himself against the human-cake. Pushing and more pushing. He forced his entire body into the wall of people... Trying to get in.

"Please stand behind the closing doors."

"Ding."

The doors closed.

But bounced right open as the edge of the door got in contact with HIS bags.

The man pushed further.

"Please stand behind the closing doors."

"Ding."

The doors closed.

But bounced right open as the edge of the door got in contact with his shoulder.

A woman next to me, who have been watching the scene with me, yelled..."It's not going to work. You have to step out."

The man pulled his golf bag into the train as much as he could.

"Ding."

"Please stand behind the closing doors."

The doors started to close in... But again, once they hit the golf bag, they bounced right open.

"Excuse me, you need to get off the train. The train cannot leave until all doors are closed." Another woman's voice sounded from behind.

The man, as if he didn't heard anything. Continued to push his body against the wall of passengers.

Looking at the man, with his bags sticking out of the... I wanted to help him... Like, thrust kick him deeply into the train...

But then again, I thought that I shouldn't bother with it. I got my own rail road to catch.

Down the stair, I could still hear the "Ding. Please stand behind the closing doors." automatic announcement from the train.

Image of the Day

He Chills near my Desk...

Always seem to be enjoying the Day... Or Night...



On a side note, this broke my heart.

And He's Guru

I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran.

Being 2 hours late wasn't my usual thing.

I mean, even a Diva won't be *that* late, or else, she'd be saying goodbye to her career in no time.

2 hours.

From what his text message read, it seemed that he will sit there and wait and wait and wait and wait.

"Excuse me, to which way is 8th Avenue?"

The soldier boy with crystal blue eyes replied..."That way. Toward the Movie Theater"

"Thank you!!"

One hand held onto my cell phone, and the other on the belt. I ran toward 8th Ave.

CLICK CLACK CLICK DAT DAT DAT...

I stopped. Looked back.

"Damn it!"

I stepped back, bent my body and picked up my bottle of anti-acids.

Upon zipping up my bag, I resumed my running.

Gurustu, is probably pissed...

Then...

"HI!"

"HEY!!"

We hugged each other. :-)

Guru looks exactly as described on his website.

And he was totally cool - especially with me being late. (Maybe patience comes with age? J/K!)

Then we walked and walked and walked and walked and walked.

Then we had dinner.

(Special thanks to PA001, for giving me directions to the Good Restaurant)

Then we walked around. (Gotta walk the tummy off)

And took some pictures...


(Note: The 2nd rainbow teddy bear on the lower left corner has the same eye-color as Stu!! And the 1st rainbow teddy bear has dark eyes like mine!)

Then we had desert.

And took some pictures...



And like, totally, my motor mouth was at its prime. I just couldn't stop talking.

It was a fun night. It was a great night.

And Guru is such a muy nice guy. That's why I gave him a SMOOCH when we departs at Penn Station. (Oooh, Scandalous!)

And I look forward to see him again next week. (We gonna go clubbing!!)

PS. Did I mention that Guru's chest... Is very Bouncy?

The Two of Them

Had a lovely time with Sushil and Lana.


(This picture was taken during NYC Pride 2004 on Sunday)

Don't you think those two look adorable? Especially, with that black leather collar and chain....

I'm a slave for you~
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it~
I'm a slave for you~
I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it~~

Yep. That's right. On that Saturday, I took the two babes to a local LEATHER shop and they bought some *interesting* stuff. Me, on the other hand, had my eyes on a purple vinyl-rubber Oriental tight-tight-tight-a$$ dress. Thought it would be a great Halloween Costume. But the price was a bit *boing-boing* and... My a$$ is a bit too big for it.

Then we had Mexican Food. (YUMMY! I LOVE MEXICAN FOOD!) But, Mr. Lana, ordered HAMBURGER instead.

Get it, get it, get it, get it~
Get it, Uhhhh... Get it, get it, get it~
Get it, get it, Oooh.... Get it, get it~
Get it, get it, get it, OOoh Ahhh... Get it~
Get it, get it, Uh Uh! Get it, get it~
Get it, get it, get it, get it~

Oh, I'm sure he's gonna get it. If I was his mistress, I'd be whipping him until his a$$ turn bright red.

He should have gotten that Grande Pollo Taco Salad I got... With tons of Onion and Re-fried Beans... The one that sent me farting like hella later that evening. (No, Sushil, I farted after I got home... Well, I did it on the train too...)

Like that. You like that?
Yeah. Now watch me

Get it, get it, get it, get it~
Get it, Uhhhh... Get it, get it, get it~
Get it, get it, Oooh.... Get it, get it~
Get it, get it, get it, OOoh Ahhh... Get it~
Get it, get it, Uh Uh! Get it, get it~
Get it, get it, get it, get it~

On the Thursday, after I got off work, I went to meet him up at New York Stock sExchange...

And of course, I also took them to where I took Dr. P - and had them sucked on some balls.

Poor Lana, he didn't like the balls that much. Too much to chew on.

I'm a slave for you~
I cannot hold it, I cannot control it~
I'm a slave for you~
I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it~~

Sushil also sucked the juice out of a very big cocoNut.

@ a small corner in Chinatown, Lana got him two big heavy balls to fondle.

The three days with the two was fun. Very fun. And I hope that Lana enjoyed the sensation of his hand on my bum, when we were getting our photos taken. (Sushil, whip away!)


(Lana's right hand was out-of-sight, ya? There's lot going on behind the scene)

Did I mention Sushil has the most unique sexy accent? His voice is perfect for phone sex under the "Exotic Men" category.

Like that. You like that?

********** And Wayne says.... ***********

* I can't wait to get my Wonder Woman DVD in the mail!!

* I can't wait to meet GuruStu tonight!

Wayne's Fireworks Story

The fabulous Markie wrote about his 4th of July tale...

I was really young back then. Let me see... I was... Uh... 7 years old.

Yeah, I was 7.

Even though it was only 6:28 PM, the skies have already started to darken.

Looking at the left over "Fairy Wands" from previous night's fireworks celebration, I asked Mom if I can go out and play.

I didn't get to play with the "Fairy Wands" last night, because other boys and I were playing the "Masculine" fireworks (shooters, the big bang thingy, etc) ... My sister and other girls had fun playing with the sparkle wands.

"Too late. And we are going to have dinner soon."

I begged and begged and begged.

"Ask your sister to go with you."

I shook my head.

"It's too dark outside. After dinner, we all go together."

I shook my head.

I wanted to be alone. I wanted to play with my magic wand by myself.



"Okay. 15 minutes. Be back in 15 minutes. And don't go too far away."

I nodded.

"And be very very very careful. Okay?"

I took out the little bag of "Fairy Wands" and went out.

There are a lot of people walking on the street and I didn't want them to see me, a boy, playing with the "Fairy Wands"...

So I ventured forth and started to walk away from the street lights.

More lights, more people. Less lights, less people.

Then I came to a very dark parking lot... No street lights... Totally dark... I couldn't even see my own fingers.

Perfect for the "Fairy Wand," I thought. The darker the better.

I opened the plastic bag and pull out a "Fairy Wand" then...

I discovered that I didn't have a lighter.

I put the wand back into the back and started to run back... I didn't want the 15 minutes to end without doing anything.

All of the sudden, my body was in mid-air... As if, someone had lift me up the ground...

Flying!?

The joy of being air-born ended with a huge impact on my face.

My chest, pressed against the ground and my arms spread wide...

Pulling myself up the ground, I reached back... And felt something cold.

Chain. Dark black Chain.

Fighting the pain, I slowly walk back home. I was afraid that mom will yelled at me for not listening to her... She had proved me wrong.

"Excuse me, What time is it?" Someone asked from behind.

I turned and look at the man.

In his eyes, I saw fear.

He was freaking out.

"Uh...." He stared at me.

I look at my watch.

"Almost 7"

"Uh... Thank you."

He turned and speeds away.

I guess I wasn't looking at my best at the moment.

Slowly, I walked up the stair...

Then rang the door bell...

Mom opened the door.

"Ah, what happened?"

"I tripped."

"Hurry, Come in!"

She pulled me into the house and sat me down on the chair.

Dad came out of the kitchen.

"Ah, go go go go, go to bathroom and wash off the blood."

Blood? I wasn't sure what he was talking about.

Mom, firmly holding my hand and lead me to the bathroom.

In the mirror, I saw my face.

My nose and chin were covered with blood. The skin has been severely damaged...

But I didn't cry.

Then Dad came in with a bottle of Peroxide Solution...

Shortly after, I was in tears.

For what I feared the most, never happened. Mom never mentioned a word on her warning before I left the house. She knew that I've learned my lesson.

And that was the last time I ever went Fire-working alone.



So, what's the moral of the story? Have your fairy wings spread open wide at ALL time! You never know when you will need them!! (Fireworks are not only the source of danger, gotta be careful out there!)

Happy 4th of July.

Fruit Song of the Day

When you are feeling hot.

Eat Watermelon.

When you are thirsty.

Eat Watermelon.

That's why I eat.

Watermelon.

Because My Watermelon brings all the boys to the yard.

And they're like, "We are so hot and thirsty"

Damn right, so hot and thirsty.

I'll teach you, and I don't charge.



Okay. I'm insane. But have you read THIS before? Sometimes, I'm really terrified with what I was able to find on the internet.

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.