Oh My!

I saw this guy today:



Woot!!

It's hard to fit into... MainStream...

Every-Where-I-Go

I see someone playing Sudoku.



So, this morning, I finally googled Sudoku to see how it works. Then, I find a Sudoku on the local paper and see how smart I am.

This excercise taught me:

1) I'm not a smart person.
2) I hate Math.
3) Sudoku requires Counting Skill. No Math Calculation required.
4) Ginko Biloba does not make you smarter. It improves your memory.
5) I don't like Sudoku. It's Hard.

Yes. There can be Mircles.

Did you know that I was 25 minutes late to work today?

Did you know that I didn't have the chance to shower, but was able to wash my hair at the kitchen using my travel size shampoo.

Did you know that I hosed myself down with cologne so I wouldn't smell like sweet-and-sour pork?

But none of the above matter. - I got my cabinets this morning. It was like... I'm finally 'moving in' my 'new home' after I have been working for this department for 6 months. Yay. Yay. Yay. Yay.

Ya.

Scott Speedman: I want him for Christmas

*GASP* Have you seen him in the latest GQ Magazine?!

Great Interview, Great View

Welcome. Prime Time.

Yes. Here is the result of my observation.

Prime Time
10:30AM - 11:00AM

This is the time where I can hear one or two woman walking into the restroom, about once every 10 minutes. That's not so far, consider there are 80+ on my floor.

Super Prime Time
2:00PM - 3:30PM

This is the time where... Well, let's just call it Traffic Jam. Since there are limited available toilet seats in the restroom, that often, someone would walk in, and then walk right out. But not back a her desk... She would linger around at the kitchen area... Walk around chatting with co-workers that she rarely As soon as the sound of toilet flushing, and someone came out, that person would rush right in.
Some where from afar, heads of women would rise from the cubical wall, to see if the anyone else has came out of the restroom.

Extra Prime Time
4:30PM - 5:00PM

People came it, and came right out. Fast. Like, super pee or something. Not that the pee has super power, but from the paste of the restroom opening and closing... People must have been spending 0.02 seconds peeing, then get the heck out.

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Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen - I sit right out side of Ladies Room. Literly. The door is right behind me. I hear people coming in and out. I can hear them tear the tissue paper. I can hear them pull down the toilet cover. I can hear them flushing the toilet. I can hear them chatting away like there's no tomorrow.

But hey, at least I have a real desk now.

Super Mega Green

So today I opened up my bottle of Super Mega Green tablets.



The label says "BEST USED BY 9/08"

There's no way I'm going to waste my money.

So, I'm going to have "highlighter pee" for the entire month.

The Drawing Board

I recently got an email from Michael, inquiring if I still have the old drawings that I used to post on this blog.
To be honest, a lot of of the art has been lost - the ones that I stored online on website (lost, when my account expired), the graphics that I saved in my local hard drive (lost, after I moved to a new department, with a new computer)... But I was able to found some, browsing through the archieve (points to the right).

Here are links to the old entries with my drawings (that still exist):

Toilet Tale: Discovery
Toilet Tale: Splash
No Sound
The Color Yellow
Focus!
The Water Nymph
The Goddess of Love
The Forest Lord
Toy Store
Snow
Not So Simple
Light Speed
Rider
Fly

Now looking back... my... I must have a lot of time in my hand... LOL.

Gosh, now days, I'm so freakin' busy... HELP!! I NEED A NEW JOB!!!!

Casting For Music Video: Looking For Gay/Lesbian Couple/Single Actors

Looking for a gay or lesbian couple to star in Music Video/Short Film. Single actors are welcome as well, but must be comfortable with intimate (not sexual)same sex interaction.

Film is about the pending legalization of Gay Marriage in the U.S. and presents a day in the life of a gay/lesbian couple who decide to get married.

Filming will take place over one weekend and will be shot in Brooklyn and Manhattan with a possible scene shot on Long Island.

We cannot pay, but food and travel will be covered. Also offering the opportunity to star in a film that is a positive statement about gay/lesbian couples, gay rights, and the universal qualities of love. DVD & Credit will also be provided.

Director is a talented young director who recently shot a feature film set to hit the festival market later this year.

Please reply with availability, acting experience, and a head shot/photo if possible.

Please also direct any questions to: rexarrowfilms@gmail.com

Seeing the Color, Seeing the Rainbow.

"Time and Patience are called for, many surprises await you!"

That's what it said on the fortune cooking paper. I almost swallow it by accident.

*****


To be honest, I wans't planning on attending the pride. Not that I don't have pride or anti-social or anything. Just that after the entire dog-biting (Sunday Morning) and b*tch slapping (Saturday Morning) incident, I wasn't in the bestest mood.

Heck, I didn't even go to my audition.

But my friends have made plans to meet in the city - and I'd told him earlier in the week that I will join them after my audition.

So, I went. Along with the 8 band-aids that I have around my fingers. I wore the same green shirt that I wore to the 2006 pride, along with a simliar black-tank top and jeans. Not that I want to re-live the 2006 moment - just that the green shirt is the only thing that I have that is "bright" and "happy." (It is now in the Salvation Army donation bag. It got small. I couldn't button it all the way up.)

On the Rail Road, I noticed there were so many good looking straight-acting guys. All in great moods, drinking beers (in paper bag), wearing butch t-shirts, showing off their buffy arms... Then they all got off the Woodside-station, which is where they took the transfer train to the Baseball game.

They *are* Straight. No wonder they were talking about girls.

The rest the people on the train, were kids. Not small kids. But more like... High-school aged. They were dressed in all funky clothes and accessories. (Reminds me some of the Raver friends I had back in College) - But I didn't want to think about KIDS. Bad memories from Saturday. I went blank stare out the window until train arrived Midtown Manhattan.

Like every other weekend, the city was packed with tourtistas. Did they even know it was the Pride weekend?

I wore my sun glasses and put on my MEAN-Don't-F**K-With-Me-Damn-It-B*tch-Touch-Me-Then-I-Will-F**KIN-Break-Yo-Neck face, and went straight to the subway station that will take me to 52nd and 6th avenue. (The starting point of the parade)

I walked through crowds of Tourists, who had no idea why some New Yorkers are dressing up as Mistresses or Go-Go Boys. They just kept on taking pictures. *Snap* *Snap* *Snap* You New Yorkers are so weird. (I assume they haven't check out the Mermaid Parade - now, let's talk about wild customes)

Soon, I was able to find my friends. To be honest, after all the things that happened over the weekend, it's good to sort of get away from that, and hang with friends. But the entire time, my heart lingers on the doggie... Wondering if he's okay, if he's sad... What if something happened to the apartment while I was away...etc.

Anyway, photo time!

From Left to Right: Al, Ekin, "Fanny," and the most amazing theatre dance & fight choreographer and custome designer, David:


(And the doggie is K.K.)

Guess who saw at the Parade? Can you identify these two lovely men? (At least, from their behinds)


And yeah... I got that "Behind" also:


Despite the very little people representing this organization, they've got a major hottie:

(Those of you who were at the parade, you know what I'm talking about. Everyone was taking pictures of him... the rest of the people in the group just kept their head head and marched on)

That's my friend A.Lee, he's the Dragon-Butt this year.


I didn't know such gruop exists!!

(Did I mention, I grew up in Taiwan?)

She... is so HOT!!!!!!!!!


And Them:


K.K. got nervous - must be the heat!


I didn't stay too long though, I left the parade around 2:20pm. I wanted to catch the 3:08pm train home.
Besides, I could smell the rain in the air. The humidity was really building up.

I said Good bye to my Asian friends, then headed to the subway. And who knew, as soon as I got out of the 34th Street Station, it was POURING like CRAZY.



*GASP* I thought...

What would happen to the DRAGON?!


Oh well, there wasn't anything that I could do...

What would you do? What would you have done?

Aside from being hurt pretty badly from my doggie's bite. This weekend hasn't been my happiest moment in life.

Yes. My dog bit me.

He bit me hard.

His fang went though the center of my left-middle finger and punctured a whole. (and of course, there are other bite marks on both of my hands, but the middle finger suffered the most).

I bled all over the place.

Never less. I forgive him. He's only a kid. He doesn't know better.

When I got home from Pride. (Yes yes yes. I went to Pride, but only stayed for 2 hours. I will post pictures in the next entry) - I let the doggy out of the cage. (Yes yes yes, I locked him up for 6 hours after the bitten incident) Then I proceed to give him the 'cold-shoulder' treatment. Young puppies are terrified of being lonely and lack of campionship. That is what I learned from the books. So, I ignored him. I still feed him and re=fill his water when necessary. I still clean up his wee-wee pads and wipe the wee-spots on the floor. But I wouldn't look at him, or play with him.

Then he stopped eating.

He also stopped drinking water.

He just sat there, looking at me from afar.

After 2 hours. I gave up. I went to him and hugged him and smooched him all over.

He wagged his tail and jumped on me.

After 20 minutes, he went and ate his food.

Then he wee-ed all over the place.

But this post is not about my dog. Or my still-in-pain finger.

I want to talk about what happened to me this past Saturday on the [2] train.

I was heading to Penn Station from Brooklyn, after a long day of rehearsal crawling all over the floor and sofa at the Director's apartment. It had been a long day, and I didn't get much sleep in the prior night (Thanks to the Video Games). As soon as I got on the [2] Uptown train, I went into the sleeping mode. I know it's going to take about 20-30 minutes before I arrive at my destination.

Half-way through, a group of childern came on the train. They were like the typical loud-jump Jr. High-age kids. However, instead of chatting about school, teacher, movies, the boys were taking about banging each other's moms. And N*gger this and N*gger that.

I paid not attention. I continue my little nap then all of the sudden, I felt something hit my head. I opened my eyes, look around... and noticed the boys around me got quiet. (one of them hit me, duh!)

I ignored them. I took out my script and tried to memorize my lines. After 3 minutes or so, from the corner of my eye, I noticed a quick motion - followed by an another 'knock' on my head. I turned and looked at the African American boy.

I said loudly: "Can you please stop that?"

He looked at me.

His Hispanic friend giggled.

He said: "What?"

I said: "I SAW you. Can you keep your hands to yourself!!!???" (I wanted everyone on the train to hear me)

The kids looked away.

I went back to my script, trying to focuse. While the girls chatting away and the boys talk about whatever the next stop was.

For a while, I thought this stupid childish game would have ended - but as soon as the train arrived Houston Street - after all the other kids exited the door... The Hispanic boy held the door, reached in, and slapped me across the face.

At that split moment, my eyes were fuming. In my head, I could hear myself screamming:


I GOT SLAPPED.
I GOT SLAPPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SH**************************T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I had the urge of jump up and grab the kid by his neck and smash his face against the pole. But as soon as I saw the face of the handsome blond hair man, in his late 30s, in a blue dress shirt that matches his light-blue eyes, who sat on the opposite side from me... I paused.

The kid ran out.

The doors closed.

The look on that man's face, as if he was thinking "I can't believe this happened. Little brats."

or rather "How foolish this Asian man is. Why didn't he just move to another seat when he had the chance?"

At the same time, I was thinking... "Crap. Witness."

I turned around, and everyone's head moved away - as if, they were observing the entire situation and was either trying not to laugh at me, or felt sorry for me.

I went back to my script and tried to focus... some more.

He's only a kid. He doesn't know better.

Eye Candy for the Pride Week

Honestly, I don't follow daytime soap. I mean, whenever they are airining, I'm always at work.

I don't have subscription to the Soap cable network, nor I have TiVo. Even if I start watching them, I wouldn't have know who is who, what is what, and who is related to who and who had sex with who. These shows has been On-Air for ages. years. decades. centuries.

But today, I would like to introduce to you a star from the show, The Young and the Restless. (No. I don't watch the show. But I did google about the hotties on the show) His name is, Eyal Podell. (No. I cannot pronounce his first name. But who cares. He's an "EYE-CANDY." I just need to LOOK at him.)



Eyal protraits the character Professor Adrian Korbel. (Oh my. A Professor! What a great candidate for a Cosplay/Role-Play fantasy!?) Just imagine.... you screaming "Oh Professor! Oh Yes Prfessor!! Teach me! Teach me Everything!!!"



(I think he looks adorable with the fuzzy chin)


And in real life, he's happily married and has a daughter. What a great family man!!!

But who knew, when he was younger, he did an MTV Undressed Episode:



Happy Pride, everyone!!!!

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Remember me?

Hi everyone. I know it's been DECADES since I last post anything. I've been fine, nothing wrong with my health, job, and I haven't been de-virgin-ized (again) or anything. Rather, I just really didn't have the time or, any materials to blog about.

So, what's new?

I now work in Downtown Manhattan. No more commuting to Jersey City. Yay.

I now work for a new department (same company). I'm so stressed. So much to learn.

I now work in a completely different line of business. I'm freakin' out.

I now work at the same cubical space with the Exec.Assistant of the department. I hate it.

I now back at the corporate building. I have to wear suit to work.

Hrm. Yeah....

Long Time No See. Me Love You Long Time.

To learn how to dance like that (above) check this out:

Is it even... Possible?!

The other night, I was watching BravoTV's new show, The Millionaire Matchmaker. And I was like, wow, Patti really runs an agency that does the match making for guys with lots of money and women who want to date them?!


So I did a search on Patti's agency... (No. It's not the SugarDaddies.Com thing) and TAH-DAH! I found it. It's call the Millionaire's Club. I browse through the entire thing, read the lengthy Disclaimer and stuff... It turn out, that the client (the Millionaire) pays the basic membership fee... And on top of that, the Millionaire also need to pay for each individual consultation fee, as well as going to the VIP Parties hosted by Patti. It's so different from what it was shown on TV... When Patti meets the Millionaire and told him how he needs to get a make-over, and re-decorate the house... that's $75 / Hr. And for the party where the Millionaire meet the selected women... well, that's $3,000.00. Damn, I bet Patti's making a lot of money. Considering the amount of bonus she gets when she successfully matched up a couple.

Then I found THIS: The Gay Millionaire's Club. At least they got *some* pictures of good looking models. I clicked through the pages - and since I'm not a millionaire, I didn't need to read the pages on how much money it will cost and this and that... but I did spot the "applicant - FREE" (these are for people to be selected to meet the millionaires)

My. Free. I mean, anything FREE is good.

So I filled out a form, attached a picture, and submitted it. (dream sequence: Wayne flying and dancing through the clouds covered in diamonds and godiva chocolates)

It was not until later, I found that that if the applicant is select, he will have go through lengthy in-person interview, in which he was asked detailed questions about past relationships, his personal life, his religious preferences, and whether appearance or personality was a priority when seeking a partner... (quoted from this article)

Sh*T, I've already been having problem dealing with real JOB interviews... I don't think I'd be ready to deal with more PERSONAL interviews.... like, when was the last time you trim your pubic hair and... uh, never mind.

OMG, I'm in LOVE!

The day

They love me. They really love me!!

The LAST day....

Yes.

This is the absolute LAST day for me...

OF me, is a better word to use.

Of me being in my 20s.

As of tomorrow, I guess I'll either be considered on the top of the hill, or starting to climb up the hill.

Through out the years, I have heard friends and their friends complaining about crossing over to the 30s. As if, their life is about to enter another transition or something.

I guess if I ever post a Match.Com or eHarmony (wait, I don't think the service Gay and Lesbian community) personal ad, I would start with "Hello, let me introduce myself. I'm a middle-age Chinese man..."

OH MY GAWD! They're RIGHT!!!!!!!!!

Oh SH*T!

Why am I not at the middle-management level yet?!

Mom would start asking when I'll get married.

Shouldn't I be owning and living in my own place by now?!

Damn it, where I did put my firming/lifting cream?!!!

(Just kidding)

There are definately things that I had expect myself have done before I reach the 3rd decade. But in a way, looking back in the past 9.9 years, I don't think I'd regret not having to accomplishing anything. I mean, I couldn't ask for more.

Am I going to celebrate? - not really. Just going to hang out with the Sis tomorrow, and let her plan the day. That's pretty much it.

Low-Key, Low-Profile.

Everyone LOVES Asian!

(I can't believe I can still fit into that shirt...)

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