on a much brighter note:

tonight will be one month since i went on that blind date with deidra. shocking, since it seems like we've been together for a long time. but that's probably because she's been staying over at casa de la francisco for the last 10 days. i hope she's having a wonderful stay.

i'm so glad i have such a cool girlfriend. i love the fact that she doesn't get angry, even when i wake her up from her sleep or when i make her late for work. and she's tons of fun to be with. i just can't get over it, how easy it feels when i'm with her. except maybe for the dancing. i need some work with that.

so tonight, we'll be having dinner at the stinking rose, which she claims to enjoy. and then we'll probably just head home, since we're now keeping geriatric-esque sleeping schedule. ugh!

sometimes i get anal about things. especially when people are being stupid and are annoying the hell out of me.

the situation: a friend of mine, chris, emails everyone monday night that he needs help to move some stuff from his old apartment to his new apartment the next day (tuesday). extremely short notice.

excerpt from chris's email: damn. this is funny because i'm moving tomorrow (tuesday) and was wondering if i could get anybody to help me out for around 2 hours at any point during the day. i've got a uhaul. i can deal with most of the stuff myself. except for maybe the couch (it's an evil couch), the bed, and one or two other things. there won't be any heavy lifting or anything like that.

my other friend, tony, a world-renown flaker, replied to this: I want to get home by 7:15 or so, so if you are moving at 5:30 or so, I can help. I want a free dinner. ;) j/k

which led to this from chris (at 10:22pm on monday night): i will be moving some things around 5:30. probably. it depends on when the most people can help. but, i have the truck all day, so i can really do it almost any time.

**** so it's established that chris will be doing some moving at 5:30pm. ****

another friend, eddie, offered his help as well: I can probably help out tomorrow after 5ish. I have meetings all day tomorrow so I can't any other time.

at this point, chris believed he had three people helping him, as he addressed the populace (3:13pm, tuesday afternoon): i think i'll be ok with fran, eddie, and tony. how is 6pm? too late? too early?

since we all know that tony wanted to be home at 7:15pm, and he wanted to start moving at 5:30pm, he should have said something to the above email from chris. like, he would like to start at 5:30 instead. but no... nothing from tony until 5:45pm, tuesday evening. this is what he wrote:

Hi Chris,

Well, Fran and Eddie are both big, and so I don't need me to come now. ;)
6pm is too late for me. Good luck moving!

what annoyed the fuck out of me was that he didn't reply to what chris wrote until 5:45pm? let's say for the sake of argument, that he was in a meeting all afternoon and couldn't email until he is out of that meeting. he could still have written something earlier since he wrote previously that he could help if it was at 5:30pm. he couldn't have called chris or someone to see what was going on at 5:30pm? instead, he emailed at 5:45pm (when none of us were near a computer) to say he wasn't coming. that's just completely irresponsible, especially when someone is counting on his help.

the fact that he stipulated that he can't do it later than 5:30pm is irrelevant in this situation because the point is that he didn't even try to see if chris needed his help. he just sat at work til 5:45pm, when he decided he much rather go home instead (to watch old episodes of, 24, no less) of helping somebody move.

anyway, i'm not the lone one with this view point.

FxXxxXxXXx (11:16:07 AM): are you checking your email?
zxxxxxx76 (11:16:13 AM): yeah why?
FxXxxXxXXx (11:16:21 AM): i was wondering if you see my point?
zxxxxxx76 (11:16:26 AM): yeah i do...
FxXxxXxXXx (11:16:29 AM): okay
FxXxxXxXXx (11:16:30 AM): good
FxXxxXxXXx (11:16:36 AM): cuz i was wondering if i'm just not making any sense
zxxxxxx76 (11:17:07 AM): the way i see it, tony should not have ditched out on helping out just to watch tv...
zxxxxxx76 (11:17:15 AM): especially since he can do that at any time...
FxXxxXxXXx (11:17:16 AM): well yeah
zxxxxxx76 (11:17:18 AM): seems lame to me...

also this:

FxXxxXxXXx (12:02:01 PM): have you been reading the emails?
sxxxxxx12 (12:02:10 PM): on moving?
FxXxxXxXXx (12:02:16 PM): yes
sxxxxxx12 (12:22:03 PM): why?
FxXxxXxXXx (12:22:12 PM): nothing
sxxxxxx12 (12:23:25 PM): still mad?
FxXxxXxXXx (12:23:41 PM): i'm not mad
sxxxxxx12 (12:23:44 PM): so what is going on?
FxXxxXxXXx (12:23:46 PM): i'm just wondering if i had a point
sxxxxxx12 (12:23:59 PM): well I know for a fact that Tony flakes a lot
sxxxxxx12 (12:24:05 PM): so I think its justified
sxxxxxx12 (12:24:18 PM): only I think he said, he was NOT going to make it
FxXxxXxXXx (12:33:12 PM): anyway, tony emails at 5:45 to say he can't do it at 6
sxxxxxx12 (12:34:10 PM): did you really want Tony there?
FxXxxXxXXx (12:34:42 PM): no, it's not about that
FxXxxXxXXx (12:34:53 PM): it's about being responsible
sxxxxxx12 (12:35:31 PM): fuck it who cares, we all know Tony is a lake
sxxxxxx12 (12:35:32 PM): flake
FxXxxXxXXx (12:36:05 PM): yeah, but it's fucking ridiculous
sxxxxxx12 (12:37:03 PM): yeah I agree

there was one person who disagreed with me:

FxXxxXxXXx (11:14:43 AM): do you see my point in regards to the moving thing and tony?
FxXxxXxXXx (11:14:54 AM): it's certainly isn't a big deal
FxXxxXxXXx (11:15:03 AM): which is why i should stop replying to the emails
FxXxxXxXXx (11:15:04 AM): hahaha
CxxxxxXxxx (11:15:06 AM): I still do not agree, but that's ok
FxXxxXxXXx (11:15:15 AM): what dont' you agree with?
CxxxxxXxxx (11:15:20 AM): I chose not to reply
FxXxxXxXXx (11:15:22 AM): i know
FxXxxXxXXx (11:15:36 AM): i figured as much

so that's it. i guess i just wanted to vent. in tony's defense, i ditch him for the gym quite a bit. but then i always let him know, and not like 10 minutes before we were suppose to go.

well, maybe once or twice. :)

it's going to be one shitty morning tomorrow.

i can certainly feel it.

just a quick note:

i'm not much of a dancer, but deidra loves to dance. so saturday night, a couple of her co-workers/friends (who also enjoy the dancing)came out to pasadena. we ended up at a bar/club place called moose mcgillycuddy. it's not a bad place, and it was kinda fun. but seriously, dancing isn't really my thing. but i did get chris and tony to go with me, so i didn't feel completely out of my element. so thanks guys for coming along.

we went home, and i watched the mighty ducks game that i taped earlier in the day since we went to the LA times book fair at ucla. we didn't get ther until like 1pm (damn heavy traffic) and had to leave at 3:30pm, thus not a lot of time. i met deidra's friend stefana and her girlfriend, barbara. i've never met a pair of lesbians before, but they were both very nice. anyway, i couldn't believe the ducks won and are up 2-0 on the stars. it was a pretty good game too. i ended up going to bed at around 5am and waking up at 9:30 yesterday morning.

i'm just not getting enough SLEEP these days.

i was unable to make my eel meal (hehehe) on friday because deidra got lost in downtown LA so i ended up leaving work early and going to pick her up. maybe this friday.

oh, another interesting thing that happened to us this weekend was when we went to the book fair, deidra and i got the new ben stein's book, how to ruin your life. we even had him sign it for us. how exciting is that? the only sad thing is that i forgot to bring my camera so i could take pictures. fucking shame.

the low point this weekend was when i got a fucking ticket in pasadena friday night for an illegal U-turn. motherfuckers.

i do enjoy spending my days and nights with deidra. we have way too much fun being with each other. it should be illegal.

tonight i will attempt to make eel (thanks to shawn for the instructions):

step 1: buy eel, kabayaki sauce, sansho (japanese seasoning), and japanese rice at japanese supermarket.
step 2: transport goodies to a me-friendly kitchen.
step 3: cook japanese rice in rice cooker, read instructions on how much water to use.
step 4: put eel (with bag) into boiling water for two or three minutes.
step 5: put freshly bathe eel into toaster oven for several minutes to make it more crunchy.
step 6: put crunchied (is that a word?) eel, on top of a bed of japanese rice.
step 7: pour kabayaki sauce on to said eel and rice.
step 8: sprinkle some sansho on top.
step 9: serve and enjoy.

we'll see how that goes.

from the WHO (world health organization) regarding SARS:

"Today, one of the most important means of spreading diseases around the globe is air travel," said David Heymann, executive director of WHO's communicable diseases programs.

as of today, globally, the flulike virus has killed 229 people in 27 countries, with 3,947 probable cases, according to the WHO.

from cnn.com comes this quote:

In the April 7 interview, [Senator Rick] Santorum describes homosexual acts as a threat to society and the family. "I have no problem with homosexuality," Santorum said, according to the AP. "I have a problem with homosexual acts."

why are people so afraid of sodomy or any other gay expressions of love? who are we to judge what other people do privately in their own homes?

some say it's just not natural; god didn't intend for men to make love to other men (or women with women). isn't cutting our hair or nails, unnatural? isn't taking medicine for a cold, unnatural? isn't driving around in a car or flying in a plane, unnatural? god never intend men to do a lot of things, but he gave us the free will to decide for ourselves.

so if some men or women want to be homosexuals, why should we be bothered by it? there are bigger fish to fry, like the horror that is the american education system and the health care situation.

there are so many things i wanted to write on this blog, but i keep forgetting them. stuff like:

deidra worked at a chinese restaurant in utah called, chop suey, lueyis. and everytime deidra says it, i can't help but laugh. it's too funny. chop suey, lueyis.

keith, my college roommate for three years, is not gay. but it's rather believable, isn't it? and i had our friends believing it for a whole year. god, that was funny. on a special note: i hope he's not dying from SARS in hk.

my friend, sandhya, is planning on stealing my thunder by having her wedding on my b-day. :) i am, however, quite excited about it. and it'll be nice to celebrate my b-day in a different city this year.

you don't know the words fun or disgusting unless you've tried blowing out the contents of an egg thru two very small holes. the funny thing is that along with the yolk and egg whites, you get a lot of saliva mixed in. the funnier thing is that you can actually use the concoction for cooking. the funniest thing is that people eating the food you have prepared wouldn't know the difference (that's also where the disgusting part comes in).

speaking of which... shawn, any word on how marketable cum pale ale is?

i find myself in constant need of sleep and gas the last couple of weeks.

in regards to sleep:

on sunday, deidra woke me up at 7:20am to prepare for the easter party at gordon and kimmy's.
on monday, deidra woke me up at 5:30am for a good-morning shag. well worth it.
on tuesday (today), we woke up at 6:20am and complained about how tired we were.

in regards to gas: thank god gas prices have gone down. driving around town is actually pretty fun, but i don't know how much more i can take. i hate sitting through traffic.

it makes me smile when deidra tries to sing. she says she's a bad singer, but i love it. we do have a lot of fun together.

props to the mighty ducks for sweeping the defending stanley cup champs, detroit red wings.

here's to beating the dallas stars in the next round.

go lakers too.

yes deidra, i'm a sports nut. woo-hoo!

you just have to love it when someone who's getting married tells you, "so i guess i am getting married."

excellent.

i'm sitting at home right now when i should be at work.

waiting, waiting, waiting.

taking forever to recharge my camera's proprietary battery.

red to green. red to green.

this is why i believe in karma.

i went to rite-aid to get some condoms (better ones) and some ky lubricating gel. i knew i should have gone elsewhere to get them, but i didn't. you see, i knew beforehand that susan, one of my sister's friend from high school, works at the pharmacy there. and i knew that there's a chance that she'll be there when i go pick the stuff up. but did i listen to my inner-voice? nope, i just wanted to get this over with.

so i went to rite-aid and inconspicuously walked up to the condom section. to my dismay, the condom section was right in front of the pharmacist section. and as i was looking at the condoms, i happened to look up and there she was.

let me tell you what i know about my sister's friend susan. she's a nice enough person, even though i don't know her that well. i did dance with her at my sister's wedding several years ago, and she told me i sucked at dancing. thanks very much. and one more thing, i used to cuss her out. well not just her, but pretty much all my sister's friend. i would tell them to go fuck themselves, blah, blah, blah. (i wasn't a very nice kid in junior high).

anyway, so there i was standing in front of the condom section and staring into the chubby face of susan, the pharmacist. so we struck up a conversation, and i pretended to be standing there to talk to her. all the while, i was trying to check out what condoms i should get. eventually, she asked me if i was seeing someone, and i said yeah, it's been about two weeks.

as the conversation progressed, i started to feel braver. i felt that i could possibly asked susan about what kinda condoms i should get. so as the conversation was dwindling down, i asked her to come over the counter. there was my mistake. ooh, it was painful, kinda like the nice rejection i got from christine niho back in college (that's another story).

she came across and realized that i wanted to ask her about birth control and gave me a nice lecture about safe sex, about how i'm a slut-ho for sleeping with deidra after having met her two weeks ago. it was one of the most painful thing i've ever encountered. but she ended up giving me everything that i needed and even had one of the ladies at the pharmacy station to ring me up.

overall, it was pretty embarrassing, but i think i'll be able to live through it. and the moral of this story?

buy things online.

i was telling deidra about my friend carlin the other day. they haven't met each other yet since carlin has a lot of obligated familial events to attend during the weekends. anyway, i was telling deidra that carlin is brilliant with the computer. she was listening intently to this, but i decided to kick it up a notch and told her that carlin is a freaking robot. and if you need to talk to him, you'd have to do the "nanu-nanu" sign with your hand and say, "log on."

the other day, deidra and i were in the car together, and carlin called me on my cell phone to see what i was doing. in the middle of all this, deidra said jokingly, "oh, you're right. he does sound like a robot." we had a good laugh.

of course, "the robot" heard this, and knowing him the way i do, he probably hates deidra. she's actually really great. much, much better than christina.

that's all.

what an amazing weekend that lasted until monday night.

i'm sick, i'm tired, and i'm having sex again.

i need some sleep.

i wonder if i could ever leave well enough alone. am i just the biggest muck on the planet?

i had to go into work early yesterday, and i felt like shit the whole day. but then two things happened that brightened up my day considerably.

event one: i went to lunch with tiffany and we had a really fun conversation. unfortunately, i also watched as man utd got slaughtered by real madrid in the quarterfinals of the UEFA champions league, 1-3.

event two: i was tired and i didn't want to drive out to lb to see deidra. but by the time i got home and was lying in bed, i starting thinking about her and decided to go for a visit. i had a brilliant time and she was as wonderful and sweet as could be. she put on my big fat greek wedding, but we ended up watching about 20 minutes of the whole thing. let's just say, i made the right decision.

so now i'm rather tired from all the driving and the lack of sleeping. i'll be heading to bed, surely to be dreaming of the wonderful, and ever so teasing, deidra of the lbc.

ps: i'm still not done with my taxes. fucking bitch.

i hate doing taxes. it sucks.

fucking sucks.

our second date went well, some would say extremely well.

if you've never been to the museum of jurassic technology, i suggest that you do. i'm not sure if i can explain what's there, but let's just say all the galleries there are highly interesting, if not unique. furthermore, it's a great place to be "naughty" because the museum is set up like a maze, a labyrinth if you will, and it's very dark.

the following is a list of places we went on saturday: the museum of jurassic technology (a.k.a, snog-fest 2003, site one), versailles restaurant for lunch (i had the ox-tail stew and deidra had the mahi mahi, both delicious), parking at versailles (snog-fest 2003, site two), LACMA gift shop (we were planning to go see the ansel adams exhibition, but didn't have enough time for it), street parking at LACMA (snog-fest 2003, site three), parking lot of 7-eleven on robertson (snog-fest 2003, site four and had a nice talk about intimacy), mark's, jay's, and rob's for a bbq dinner (good impressions from both sides), deidra's apt (put her to sleep).

all in all, a pretty good second date. we had a great time talking, snogging, freaking... she's a wild one that deidra. and i kinda like that.

one note of interest. i thought it was funny that she didn't think i was going to be so aggressive (not in a bad way) yesterday. i guess i was very timid on our first date, which i normally am if i'm meeting someone for the first time. but once i get to know them, and they get to know me, and they are giving me the vibe, it's pretty much on. i not much for the stereotypical docile, timid asian male. if you want it, i'm more than happy to give it to you.

so watch out ladies. haha!

it is announced today that i am definitely funny and sweet.

thanks v. much.

the official euro 2000 album makes me want to go kick some motherfucker's arse.

HAPPY BLOODY BIRTHDAY, CHAR!

here's a story, of a bloke name franny
who was going on a blind date of his own
he was scared and very nervous
he felt all alone

until wednesday when this lady met with franny
and they knew that dinner was much more than a lunch
but the fear of a blind date left so quickly
when he gave her such a lovely hello "munch." -- fran

okay, granted the last line didn't happen. which is good cuz i didn't want it to happen. i'm kinda traditional in that sense; no good will ever come with those who puts out on the first date. so i went on my blind date last night, and it wasn't as bad as i thought i was going to be. in fact i had a pretty good time. i will only give a brief synopsis of what happened cuz a gentleman never kiss and tell (except on the phone or in person).

i finished watching bend it like beckham at five past four in the afternoon. "plenty of time," i thought to myself. then i preceeded to go to macy's to get a new wallet. i've always been kinda self-conscious of my old wallet because of the stickers i stuck on it a few years back. so i upgraded my wallet, got some new socks, got a soy latte (which i'm kinda getting sick of) and headed home. on the way home, i dropped by rite-aid over in south pasadena to grabbed a can of hair spray.

by now it was 20 past five, and i figured, still enough time to get out to long beach before 7:30. so i dilly-dallied for another half-hour, showered, and basically had a 10-minute argument with myself about whether to wear jeans or khakis. an exercise that required me to put on two pairs of jeans and the khakis twice. i ended up choosing the khakis and a blue button up shirt. a little cologne and i was well on my way down fremont ave. a little past 6pm.

thankfully, traffic on the I710 wasn't horrendous. however, i did get a little lost because i didn't know the I710 split; one going towards downtown, long beach and the other to the piers and queen mary (the big boat). so i ended up calling my friend, carlin, for driving directions to deidra's apartment. it's great having friends who are computer savvy and are always in quick access of one.

naturally, (right, shawn?) i got there 45 minutes early, but it was nearly impossible to find parking on her street. after driving around for 10 minutes or so, i was lucky enough to find a parking spot around the corner from her apartment. i spent the next 20-25 minutes at a swanky bar called, "the red room" that i parked in front of. surprisingly, i wasn't too nervous, but felt the need to have a beer at the bar (which i did) and was very tempted to take on a tequila shot as well. but i thought better of it.

at half past seven, i was in front of her apartment, trying desperately to ring the doorbell. after two unsucessful tries, i ended up having to knock on her iron screen, which did the trick. i awkwardly introduced myself, "hi, i'm f-r-a-n-c-i-s," and the rest of the night was one big, happy, dreamy blur.

i can't believe it has gone to this. funny as shit though. (thanks to boner for the link)

to my readers (yep, all 4 of you), i'm back on my blind date, and i think we both had a great time. time to go to bed. but i'll write more tomorrow.

thanks for caring.

bend it like beckham was brilliant. i'll have to write more about it later. that kiera knightley is definitely hot. oh yeah.

a little more than 2 hours and i'm beginning to feel the nerves. but not to worry, think about ENGLAND. think about KIERA in ENGLAND. think about KIERA playing FOOTBALL in ENGLAND!

i took the day off to relax. i've washed the car, cleaned up the inside, wiped the inside panels and dried it. now i'm going to go get myself a new wallet and go watch bend it like beckham. what a great break in the middle of the week.

it's nice and cool. just the way spring is meant to be.

oh, yeah, and i'm going to go to the post office and the bank. got errands baby!

17 hours and counting. surprisingly, i'm loose and not stressed at all.

i guess there is something to say about not caring.

it's wicked.

well at least there's some good news going on in the world.

GO USA!

fuck.

and this shit won't go away. motherfucker!

UPDATE: now the world health organization is telling travellers to stay the fuck away from hk and guangdong province of china. it's going wild and there's nothing we can do to stop it.

christ!

my favorite hk singer, leslie cheung, apparently committed suicide by jumping off the 24th floor of the mandarin oriental hotel. friends says that he was suffering from "emotional problems."

i hope he rests in peace. it's such a shame cuz he was really a great singer (one of the ones i can stand listening to), and he's such a good actor too. films like, a better tomorrow, a better tomorrow 2, happy together, temptress moon, the chinese feast, he's a woman, she's a man just to name a few. i'll certainly miss him.




"rest in peace, leslie"

i was at work, doing my usual blog surfing, and the one i was reading happened to mention nutella.

i've heard of nutella. my old college roommate from hk swore by it. i've seen jars of nutella being sold in asian markets (surprisingly, not such much in american markets). i've even had a co-worker who brought a jar of this stuff to work.

but i've never had any of the dark, nutty spread. is my curiosity piqued? you bet your grandmother's sagging breasts i am. yet, i've never tasted the stuff, and to tell you the truth, i am just a bit apprehensive about doing so. why? the overwhelmingly positive comments made about it make me suspicious of ever tasting it. could something that is manufactured be that good, really? and if it is, do i dare to enter the world of nutella? could nutella be my angel dust?

"That chocolatey, hazel-nutty goo is so orgasmically good, it'll send your soul straight to hell." -- Jerry Falwell

granted, the above quote is highly inaccurate. but you get the idea. the point here is that i don't need anymore addictions; as if the cocaine-laced, carne asada beef at king taco isn't bad enough. i don't want to one day be eating nutella with my rice, or mixing it with my brothy noodles. the horror!

pray for me to be strong.

i was out last night with my friend jenny, the one that warned you (below) about my freaky ways; and rightly so, i'm afraid, as evident by my last post.

our main objective was to go to tower records so she can get a cd. i wasn't going to get anything, but i gave into the temptation and purchased a debarge cd. oh, no -- not a chico debarge cd, or even a el debarge cd, but a debarge, debarge cd. there's nothing that says healthy sense of music like debarge.

furthermore, the best thing about it was that the price was only $7.99. if the price is any indication of how good (or more accurately, how bad) the music is, then what the hell is the new robbie williams cd selling for $5.99 at best buy? or the new the white stripes cd for $9.99 at tower?

seriously, nothing gets you going more than a little redition of rhythm of the night. man, that song rocks. and i kid you not. here's a lyrical taste of what i'm talking about. fo' show!

Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night
Dance until the mornin’ light
Forget about the worries on your mind
You can leave them all behind

btw, mark, can you burn me that queensryche cd with silent lucidity on it? thanks.

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"van morrison would be proud"