as if ... i'm white (?) (but with smooth skin!)

well, turns out, i learned (a while ago) that i'm not white. but today, i've got some info that may prove this otherwise ... at least figuratively. (but that comes in later posts)

wi-fi is my friend ... i was more than too excited to get on my bus ride home yesterday (from which i blogged a bit!) the last 2 times i blogged involved trying it for the 1st time and for a 23-minute surprise. and one other time i just surfed to pass the time in some traffic. but i digress ... so here is what got me excited for my trek to the bus terminal after work. yesterday afternoon, after receiving some text messages from friends up north (... and constantly anxious for things to blog about, for some inspiration, whatever) - along comes THIS over my blackberry:

stuff white people like

and on the list of 104 items (where you'll find #104 under the "top posts" section) ...

#11 - asian girls!

my duty, as an asian girl (so i thought) ... was to make sure my mac was charged up enough so i could surf a bit and learn what in fact was/were that "stuff" ... and so i surfed and surfed and surfed on the bus ride home, while typing up the first 1/3 of this post.

back to the list ... the list is rich with things to ponder and add and comment and laugh and ...?! after checking out the list, it appears i am either (a) white people or (b) i simply like the same stuff that white people like while i am part of the #11 crowd.

looking back - let's see ... so as part of passing my time yet ANOTHER way, i'll write a bit here/there about how i can relate to some of the "stuff" and i'll start with an easy one -

i, an asian girl (AG), dated a white boy (WB) here and there back in the day. in other words, i have been a data point for a few WBs (again, refer to #11), as well WBs providing little stories for me to tell through the years.

here are three WB memories.

WB #1a: "what's a filipino? your last name is mexican, but you look chinese. is filipino mexican and chinese?" (for my engineer friends, in mathematical terms, does f = m + c?)

[context: 3rd year in college. boyfriend. cute. smart - but taking up
a little bit of space in the relatively prestigious university
for someone else who knows that filipinos don't look chinese (!)
- we look japanese or hawaiian!!! DORK!]

WB #1b: "AYshen girl hahb berry, berry shmoooojjj shkeen. white girl hahb berry, berry hruff shkeen. shmoooojjj AYshen shkeen!" (spoken while rubbing my forearm as if he was polishing silver)

[context: WB #1 attempting to speak with an asian-ish accent.
why? how the f**k would i know. but i put up with it.
i mean, it was college.]

WMom of WB #1: (WMom greets me pleasantly.)"good to meet you, finally. WB #1 son tells me you are filipino." (WMom turns to WB #1) "WB #1, remember when we lived on guam? we had filipinos? they are such nice people."

[context: standing at WB #1's parent's doorstep,
being introduced to WB #1's mom.
WB #1's Mom's doorstep. an actual porch attached to a ranch-style house,
that was part of a private golf community. clearly WMom was lying.
if she really meant it, why didn't a filipino butler answer the door?! ]

WB #2: "mmmm ... look at that asian p***y."

[context: not spoken during a gynecological exam.
not spoken while looking at asian p***y
on a screen (porn). not spoken about pet or stray siamese cat.
actually spoken during a lust-filled moment of a little petula.
that said, unless WB #2 was going to hand me a mirror or take a picture,
i wasn't going to be looking at anything, any time soon,
thank you very much! (OUCH! TMI)]

WB #3: (aka "the runt" or the bay-city-roller-wannabe) rather than pick a choice quote, the defining #11 moment for WB #3 was at a jazz concert (bobby caldwell and some saxophone dude). let's set up the scene of nearly 17 years ago ...

... my boyfriend (not a WB) and i were unknowingly walking in front of WB #3 who was with his current AG#1. (important tidbit - my boyfriend was WB #3's former roomie.) WB #3 grunts behind us and says, "i thought i recognized that handsome couple?"

and as we turned around, it was VERY CLEAR (PAINFULLY) that AG #1 could potential sport the nearly same, 1990s big-hair, spiral-perm, chaka-khan, rae dawn chong hair that i was sporting. boyfriend and i were polite, chatted, and took our seats (for which WB #3 was several rows ahead of us).

then, my boyfriend noticed across the concert hall, another gal, AG #2. turns out, AG #2 (also with big-hair) was an ex-girlfriend of WB #3. apparently, AG #2 was the ex with a bit of a fiery temper.

then during intermission, there was an AG #3 siting - yet ANOTHER ex-girlfriend (with moderate big-hair) of WB #3. yeah ... WB #3 had three ex-AGs at this concert. yellow fever? or four AGs attracted to a runty WB (at some point in time)? granted, WB #3 was a charming, cute little fellow. but what a bummer for that ride home.

AND WTF?! curiosity, patience and a little google-stalking ... with a dash of my lame-ass mock-faux-photoshop-prowess. i found this little article after google-stalking WB #3 by name and by the name of a plastic ball with holes in it. go figure - someone scanned some old newsletters in. (thank you, mr. man who did that.)

smooth skin, over and out for now.

i am licking my computer screen!

it's all i can do while i ride
on the wi-fi-equipped a/c transit transbay bus ...

... and say to ms. bliss
**smooches & muah!!!**

commute bus with heat, comfy seats, ...

... wi-fi, me, and my blog post. (yes! wi-fi.)

the sched ... first bus in the morning leaves at 5:49 a.m., and the last bus from s.f. to home leaves at 8:00 p.m. from the transbay terminal. my "regular" departure from s.f.? the 6:30 p.m. bus, which has left at times ranging from ~6:45-7:05 p.m. or so.

a mere 5-8 minutes (comfortable) door-to-bus stop in the morning. a springy ~15 minutes (with a mild heart rate increase) from cube-politan-to-terminal in the evening.

time warp ... with the time warp of time-telling devices and messengers (e.g., clocks, watches, ipod, phone, clock towers, radio, etc.), i'm not real certain about the morning time estimate. i leave the home based on a clock in my bathroom, look at the clock in my car, think i have several minutes to the bus-stop, and then find myself dashing from the park-n-ride, "frogger-ing" it across the street (... and yes, i've carbon-dated myself) to greet and thank the bus driver for not contributing to a story about how the bus left without me, even tho' i was just walking up to the bus stop sign and it was 5:46 a.m. according to my watch.

why am i blogging in the morning ... despite the fact that i have to lug my laptop on a day when i know it's going to rain (70% chance) and i am wearing cute but killer 3"-heeled boots?

i want to fill out the customer survey form.

yup ... that's the main reason why i'm blogging this morning. that and now realize that i'm writing a relatively "huh?" post simply to take advantage of this on-board, wi-fi service. that's it. nothing more.

o.k. - heading across the bridge already, gonna pack up the squirrelinator, and gonna find my change for my morning caffeine fix to head into cube-alabras land!

(NOTE: there will be an updated cube-alabras ...
so get them creative juices flowing.)

when public transit, clocks and bubbleboy are my friends ...

... i am a happy person.

in response to the major rookie (tho' entertaining) move this past monday ... yesterday, i managed to take the bus in to work and take the last bus (that leaves at 8 pm) home. a crazy 35 min later, i was at my car at the park-n-ride.

on monday eve, how did i get to my car? a few tidbits -

• meta- stuff - telekinesis, astral projection, teleportation, worm hole travel, knight rider skills? - no can do (to my knowledge)
  
• cell phone - i simply text'd my friend bubbleboy, who lives in between BART and the bus stop.
• bubbleboy bribe - i bribed bubbleboy with tapioca express ('cuz he luvs his red bean thingy), so he agreed to pick me up and drop me off at my car, with a little string attached ...
  
• bubbleboy slave labor - i will be helping bubbleboy with computer stuff tomorrow night (and i get a home-cooked meal) - loading pics for him, teaching him how to use certain functions on his PC (yes, PC)
• distance - BART on one side of town i live and bus stop/park-n-ride on the other side, for which i am grateful for the 5-mile distance.

what if bubbleboy wasn't around?

oh! i knew he'd be around and willing to help out.

my angel guides were helping me out.
uh-huh.
that's right!