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the adventures of J-dude

One of the visitors to my blog requested for this so here you go: a detailed look into the conversation with the j-dude: note: Japanese guy=J-dude...i mean, duh, but like yeah, here you go:

Scene: it's night time and me and shi are at the park sitting at a table eating red mango and complaining about our exes.

Me: don't worry shi, guys suck, but it's like the lottery, "hey, u never know."  You might meet someone tomorrow!

Shi: sigh, yeah

J-dude: approaches our table, smelling lightly of alcohol, and speaks with an accent: hi, are you busy?

Me: umm no, we're just talking

J-dude: don't worry I am safe.  I lost game. (points at his group of friends at the table behind us) yeah, my friends make me go here. 

Me: haha, ok….

Shi: >_O

J-dude: what are your names?

Me: Eileen (thinking, darn I should have said Shaniqua)

Shi: Shi

J-dude: where r you from?

Me: we're both from new york city

J-dude: ok, I'm Japanese. I'm safe. Uhh, wait, no I don’t mean that all Japanese people are safe, but I am safe.  Are you born here?

Me: yeah (gives him suspicious look)

J-dude: ohhh…no no, I have h1-visa! (OMG, LOL) What do you do?

Me: accountant

Shi: I'm in marketing

J-dude: really? You're in accounting?!

Me: umm yeah (why in the world would I lie about that? That's so odd) what do you do?

J-dude: oh, I am programmer. I want to introduce my friends, it's ok, it's nothing, just meet my friends.

Me: ok, go bring them here then (thinking, because I'm certainly not gonna go over there)

J-dude: ok wait.  Goes off then comes back. Please don't run away. Goes off to get friends. Can't seem to find them and comes back

J-dude: umm, I can't find my friends I think they left me.

Me and shi: trying to stifle our laughter. Oh, that's too bad.

Shi: ok, let's go

J-dude spots his friends and waves them to come over

Me to shi: this guy is insane!

J-dude brings 3 other Japanese guys, one of which who looks like a girl (his eye brows are done), and they all smell like alcohol.  They make their introductions.

At this point, the guard comes over and tells us all to leave because the park is closing.  J-dude's friends leave him, as he waits for us to throw away our empty red mango cups.

J-dude: those are not my friends. Just my co-workers.  Next time, I'll bring my friends. what are you guys doing now?

Me: oh, we're going home, it's getting late.

Shi: >_O

J-dude: ok, well can I get your e-mail? And to be safe, I will give you my info, ok? Safety

Me: looks at shi, and whispers, you want to give him urs?

Shi: shakes head

Me: ok..i start writing my fake email down

J-dude: where are you girls from, like originally?

Me: oh hmm…yeah, we're Chinese

J-dude: points at shi.  She doesn't look Chinese.  She looks mixed

Shi: what?!

Me: oh really? Yeah she is, take a guess, where do you think she's from? (I'm totally playing with his mind at this point)

J-dude: Chinese and indian

Me and shi: Indian?!

J-dude: yeah, native Indian

Shi: oh…you mean native American

Me: oh my god, how did you know? Slaps Shi on the arm. Yeah, her, she's totally Indian.

J-dude: finishes writing and gives me a piece of paper with his name, phone number and e-mail. Don't give anyone, ok? Please. Don't give anyone.

Me: umm yeah, ok.  I hand him my fake email

J-dude: confirms letter by letter with me so that he doesn’t get the email wrong.

Ok, I email you tonight. No wait. Tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow better.  I really like you girls.

Me and shi: O_O umm yeah, ok we gotta go now. Bye.

J-dude: Bye, see you soon, ok? shakes our hands. 

We take off around the corner and as we head downstairs to the subway, we see his group of friends waiting there, and we wave bye. His friends wave bye, laugh and ask each other, "where's J-dude?"

Fin.

after work today, i met up with shi and we stopped at bryant park to attend the asian american poetry reading.  it was...disappointing.  The crowd was around 20 people the most, and maybe less than half were actually asian.  the first poet, Kelly was a very good speaker and she commented on how only 25% of asians actually vote, but this isn't the time so the shortcomings of my people will be saved for another entry.

afterwards, we went to h&m and got some frozen yogurt at the new red mango which opened up in korean town.  we sat at the park between k-town and manhattan mall and ended up just chilling there and ended up talking about our exes.  It's nice to know that although guys will come and go and even though the majority turn out to be utterly selfish low-lifes, you can at least have some girl friends to depend on. 

suddenly, this japanese guy shows up at our table and hits on us.  he brings his whole group of friends over and the whole conversation was really hilarious, but it was so ironic how we went from feeling bad about how badly we got treated by our exes to laughing at this group.  (how often in life do you see that kind of symmetry??) At the end, it ended up with me giving him a fake e-mail address and him giving us his name, number, and e-mail.  Later,I gave the piece of paper he wrote it on to shi and told her that if she ever feels bad about her ex from now on, she can just look at that piece of paper, laugh and realize that life is too short to get hung up on jerks and that there are plenty of fish in the sea.

LOL, in all it was a nice night.

Chasing rainbows.

On the airplane traveling home, I looked out my window which was perfectly seated right over the left wing of the plane.  Outside, the sky was getting ready to perform its closing ceremony and I just happened to be there, at the right place and time.  The plane was about to take off and I felt as if I was sitting inside a bright yellow canary, large and cheerful.  I sat inside her, waiting and anticipating, feeling its heart palpitating, the pitter patter of its feet, striking the ground as it gained speed and the moment the wheels left the ground, the bird which I had so cleverly thought of soared into the sky whistling silent success.

As it caught onto the tailcoats of a strong yet calm gust of wind, the creature tipped its left wing to the ground and raised me up as it turned onto its chosen path, steering 270 degrees as it spun me around in a funnel.  I could see the sky's expansion, a voluminous wash of water colored stripes, painted with a brush that trailed off but never quite left. And suddenly, I was taking off, going up and up and as the ground became smaller and insignificant, I crossed into a land of clouds-puffy soft and white- a motionless sea of sky foam so massive that it demanded awe and respect from those that sailed among it.  The wing of the plane shivered as we passed through but once we made it out on top, leaving the clouds to drift below, I found myself in open air - a place of horizons, of sun filled lines so shiny they were no other color than bright. That was when I spotted it.

In the distance to the right of the setting sun, I saw a rainbow - not the full arch mind you, but the end of one, as if it had decided to stick its foot out, like a child playing hide and seek.  The rainbow had gathered some clouds about itself and stood far off in the distance thinking that it was cleverly hidden.  I looked at its dense rays of color and noted how sorely it stuck out.  But there it was hiding, and since it was my turn to seek, I wanted to fly over and get close, only the yellow bird I was in was oblivious to us both.  So we continued to sail, past the horizons, and away from the rainbow.  How long would it stay there until it realized I wasn't going to ever come?

As we landed, with a swoop, gurgle and then screech, the wind fleeing beneath us, it began to rain.  A few drops against my window and then slowly, the sky let pour its dark tears.  I knew then that the rainbow had disappeared, and I had fallen out of its graces.  I gathered my bags and left.