<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655</id><updated>2012-01-21T18:30:37.229-08:00</updated><category term='Saving Face'/><category term='Alice Wu'/><category term='Funnel Cake'/><category term='Made In Taiwan'/><category term='Crabs'/><category term='Vagina Monologues'/><category term='Lesbian'/><category term='Los Angeles'/><category term='dear mom'/><category term='Michelle Krusiec'/><category term='Bisexual'/><category term='The Getty'/><category term='Tamlyn Tomita'/><category term='Lynn Chen'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='MIT'/><category term='Diddy Reese'/><title type='text'>I ♥ Michelle Krusiec [http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com]</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where I share my thoughts, feelings, ideas and stories... inspired by life, my mom, Saving Face, Alice Wu and the lovely Michelle Krusiec.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-3011286234782796707</id><published>2011-01-31T23:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:04:18.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Busy!</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I'm blogging to let you guys know that I've been super busy with life.&lt;br /&gt;If time permits I might blog the story again, but as of right now I have no time to concentrate on it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to make some suggestions about where the story should be headed, please feel free to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I went to see Michelle Krusiec in Made In Taiwan in New York City. I'll blog about that experience soon with a few pictures that I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;-Duong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-3011286234782796707?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/3011286234782796707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=3011286234782796707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/3011286234782796707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/3011286234782796707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2011/01/been-busy.html' title='Been Busy!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-8753065480490862892</id><published>2009-01-26T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:21:59.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear mom'/><title type='text'>Dear Mom...</title><content type='html'>Prologue:&lt;br /&gt;I do not claim to be a great writer. I am a very modest person from very meager beginnings. I did not attend any fancy schools to earn an English or literary degree to write, so what you read here may sound awkward and it may sound rough... but at least it was written from the heart--pure and honest. All I want to do is to share my experiences about my life with her. She would've wanted that. So, I write to remember, to relive, and to rejoice a life that has inspired me to be a strong and independent woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the start of Lunar New Year. A week filled with joy, new hopes, good food and family. I haven't been writing like I promised I would, so my resolution for this new year is to write whenever I can. I've been ignoring it for quite some time because I do not want to relive the pain. But maybe by writing again, it'll help mend the wounds a little easier. So, that's my resolution for this year--to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dirt-poor, but somehow as a child, I never once felt poor because you made ends meet. Do you remember that time when you divided a single chocolate bar with a knife into four for us? I was only in elementary school then, but I remember every detail vividly. The other kids were hasty and always gobbled the chocolate up right away, but I on the other hand, wanted to savor the moment for as long as I could. Sometimes I would delicately nibble at my hunk of chocolate like a rabbit, and sometimes I would place the whole thing in my mouth and let it melt away. On occasion I would tease my younger siblings by opening my mouth and showing them what I had left after they had devoured their morsels in one bite. After a few times, Mary learned her lesson and tried to compete with me. There were a few times when she didn't touch her portion and saved it for a whole day! I was furious... I was beat by my younger sister at my own game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's has always been my favorite time of the year. I remember all the painstaking preparations that you went through to get the house ready for visitors. I didn't realize how much care and thought you put into it until after I moved out of the house as an adult. But I'm truly grateful that you took the time to give us the best New Year's possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our small three bedroom house smelled of moist sweet sticky rice cakes boiling and of crispy fried coconut strips. This was when I knew it was New Year's. Dad woke us up at the crack of dawn to get the house in tip-top shape. It didn't take long because there were so many of us in the house; at the most, ten kids! I'm still awestruck that you were capable to have that many kids, but you loved us each the same despite what the others may feel now. Dad loved his stereo system, so he loved  blasting Vietnamese love songs as we all cleaned. It was annoying and embarrassing since the whole neighborhood could hear it. But Trung and I sang along in our broken Vietnamese as best as we could. We liked making idiots of ourselves because it made things funner for everyone. Never was there a dull moment in the house and how can a house of ten children ever be quiet? [note to self: finish this part up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People today are still shocked when I say that I have five brothers and four sisters. "Ten," I say... which is usually followed by an echo of, "Ten?" Normally, I smile, nod and wait for the next random question which is usually one of the following: &lt;br /&gt;"With the same parents?" --- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;"How is it like?" --- Fun and noisy.&lt;br /&gt;"What number are you?" --- Oldest until I was thirteen or fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" --- Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that I had an older sister that was left behind in Vietnam until I was in 5th grade or so. None of us knew. Looking back on it now, the signs were everywhere. In 2nd or 3rd grade, I remember staring at a framed photo of a baby girl on the wall of the living room. The photo yellowed with age seemed important to you and Dad. I didn't know who this girl was and I believed I was the oldest child in the family. In the end, I decided to myself that that photo was of me. I thought to myself, "Why would they hang a photo of someone else's baby on the wall? It has to be me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a couple of months I was proud to have my photo up on the wall. I bragged to my two brothers and sister at the time, "Look! I'm the favorite here! You see that photo on the wall? That's me!" But deep down inside, I had a feeling that it wasn't me. I tried to compare my own baby pictures against the one on the wall. Why were my baby pictures in nice glossy colored photo paper? The one on the wall was old, not from this time, not from this country... it almost looked surreal. Not wanting to be crushed by the reality of it all, I forgot about the baby on the wall until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a big bag filled with brand new clothes, brand new color crayons, brand new paper, and candy that you brought home one day at night. My eyes were wide open gaping at the bag full of joy before me. Christmas came early this year, I thought. My hands quickly reached for the crayon set and paper. Drawing and coloring was a favorite hobby of mine and to receive a fresh set of crayons and paper was heaven for me. "That's not for you!" you said. "Then who is it for?" I asked as I placed the crayon set down. "For your sister in Vietnam," you said. My little brain started working and I finally connected the dots. That's when the baby on the wall came back into the picture, I pointed at her, "Is it for her? Is that even my picture?" All I remember was a "Yes, that's her." The conversation ended at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time, I dreamed about having an older sibling to take the responsibility of guiding and protecting the younger ones. So, finally it came true. I wouldn't need to protect Trung from the neighborhood bullies, I wouldn't need to cover for Mary when she was being naughty, and most importantly I wouldn't have to be the voice of reason any longer. [note: continue with this later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[random]&lt;br /&gt;From a young age, I knew that I was a minority living in America. At home, we ate rice, fish, meat and stir fried or boiled vegetables everyday. Occasionally, we would have hot noodle soup (pho). We spoke Vietnamese at home to our parents, but we spoke English to our friends and siblings. At school, it was not any different even though half of the school was made up of South east Asian immigrants. Oddly enough, I remember my first day of Kindergarten. I'm not sure why this day stuck out in my mind. Living in such a diverse community, meant that many Americans did not know how to pronounce my name. This is a common problem that I have even in adulthood, though I've come to terms with it. Back to my first day of Kindergarten... I remember it was time for introductions. Each child was required to go up to the front of the class, say their name and sit back down. When it was my turn, I don't know why, but I said, "Hi, my name is..." slight pause. (People cannot pronounce my name correctly, I'm different. I have to adjust it so it's easier for non-Asians to say it). So, "DONG," came out of my mouth. Yes, like "Ding Dong, the witch is dead." Or like the videogame gorilla "Donkey Kong." This one little decision that I made as a 5-6 year old would taunt me for the rest of my school life. Why couldn't I have a "normal" name like Angela, Jessica or Mary? Something that was normal and easy to pronounce. Something "American."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older, I came to appreciate my name and the symbolism that it carried. In high school, when my friends started changing their names to Julie, Tiffany, Felicia and such, I just felt sad for them. Were they not proud of their heritage? Were they not proud of what their parents gave them? Were they not proud to be Asian? Whenever possible, I always called my friends by their real names, not by their bastardized made up names that they picked out for themselves. I stuck with my name because there's a grand story behind it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[randomness: A hundred lifetimes... ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-8753065480490862892?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/8753065480490862892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=8753065480490862892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/8753065480490862892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/8753065480490862892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-mom.html' title='Dear Mom...'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-167853980545119650</id><published>2008-10-01T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:40:55.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bisexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynn Chen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Krusiec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Face'/><title type='text'>Petition for Wil and Viv to be on The L Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/lword/" target="_blank"&gt;The L word&lt;/a&gt; is the first of its kind, showcasing almost every flavor of the LGBT spectrum in its short 5 season run thus far. The show has dealt with racism, ageism, gays in the military, bi-racial relationships, alcoholism, drug related addictions and a host of other issues that afflict the United States currently. Not only do these issues affect the LGBT community stateside, but they are easily relatable to the international community as well. We have seen a small number of ethnicities represented on the L word from African American to Latin American, but there's one segment that the producers of the show have not represented and that is the Asian American group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asian_American" target="_blank"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, Asian Americans account for 5.1% of the US population, in terms of numbers that is roughly 15.2 million people. Of this 15.2 million, it is estimated that over 45% of Asian Americans live in major metropolitan areas in California, which is the backdrop for the L Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every group, there's a struggle for voices to be heard in America. America prides itself as a big melting pot representing people from every country and background imaginable, and The L Word has taken a big step towards furthering awareness of the LGBT community to the broader audience. As a result, regardless of Asian representation on the show, we, the Asian (American) LGBT community, have faithfully followed The L Word in hopes of one day seeing a familiar face to latch on to. That said, we only have a small handful of movies that we hold close to our hearts. One of these movies is our darling "Saving Face," written and directed by Asian American Alice Wu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written from a very personal point of view by Alice Wu, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0384504/" target="_blank"&gt;Saving Face&lt;/a&gt; chronicles the lives of Chinese-American lesbian doctor, Wilhelmina "Wil" Pang portrayed by Michelle Krusiec, her traditionalist mother, Hwei-Lan Gao "Ma" portrayed by Asian screen legend, Joan Chen and Wil's dancer-lover Vivian Shing, played by Lynn Chen. Released in 2004, Saving Face has received accolades which include nominations for Outstanding Film - Limited Release (GLAAD Media Awards 2006), Breakthrough Director Award for Alice Wu (Gotham Awards 2005), and Best Actress Award for Michelle Krusiec (Golden Horse Award 2005 - the Oscar equivalent in China). Krusiec's performance was 1 vote away from taking the gold, but the film won the Golden Horse Award for Viewer's Choice--which proves the mainstream appeal of this quaint non-traditionalist film in a traditionalist country, like China. Like The L Word is to the American LGBT audience, Saving Face is truly the first of its kind for the Asian (American) LGBT community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the last season of The L Word upon us, we would like to strongly urge the producers and the writers to include some Asian representation into the storyline. It is in the best interests of the LGBT community, the Asian community, even the International community that the writers and producers of The L Word join forces with Alice Wu in developing a short appearance or a (slightly more ambitious) storyline that involve our beloved Asian-American lesbian couple, Wil and Viv, on The L Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not take this as ungratefulness or demand. We do not wish to disrespect the producers and writers of The L Word with this petition. This is just our small cry as L Word fans, as a part of the LGBT community, as Americans, and finally as humans, for some acknowledgement on The L Word. Please hear our cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sign the petition go here: &lt;a href="http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/wilvivlword/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/wilvivlword/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/wilvivlword/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drama-otaku.com/blog/wilvivlword_450.jpg" width="390"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please spread this link around and get your friends, lovers, parents, siblings to sign this! Let's make it happen. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-167853980545119650?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/167853980545119650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=167853980545119650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/167853980545119650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/167853980545119650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2008/10/petition-for-wil-and-viv-to-be-on-l.html' title='Petition for Wil and Viv to be on The L Word'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-5998971319929377436</id><published>2008-09-16T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:57:10.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bisexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynn Chen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Krusiec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Face'/><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 55</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been a long time since I actually continued the story. As you guys may know I'm a very busy girl. Maybe it's a complex that I have? I have lots of crazy ideas floating in my head and I have to be constantly busy.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short list of things that I've been busy with:&lt;br /&gt;Fansubbing and translating (Japanese to English)&lt;br /&gt;Painting and drawing&lt;br /&gt;Re-designing and coding my website&lt;br /&gt;Reading (Computer books, Japanese comics, books)&lt;br /&gt;Watching dramas and anime&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to program an app for the iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;Getting tattooed (I have an in-progress half sleeve on my right arm that I'm completing soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My well of ideas for Saving Face sort of dried up. But I'll try to continue it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter looks at Wil in disbelief and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;Wil composes herself and looks at Dawn and Wil.&lt;br /&gt;She clears her throat...&lt;br /&gt;Wil: Dawn, let's get straight to the point. We've been great friends. The three of us. But in order for us to get through this, I have to set it straight. I love Vivian with all my heart. She is my love, she is my life, she is my everything. There's no one else in this world that has made me feel so complete. That's why it has pained me to see her suffering from my deceit and lies. &lt;br /&gt;Vivian knows about our past. She knows about you and I. She knows that you were my first.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian sniffs and gently pats her eyes dry with the napkin sitting in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;Wil: Vivian knows that I cheated on her with you. It shouldn't have happened, but I didn't know what got into me. I was wrong. We were wrong. We just got caught up in the moment. So, I want to take this time to get everything out in the open. I have nothing to hide from Vivian. I hope you understand and I hope that we can all be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: Hm...&lt;br /&gt;Wil and Vivian both look at each other in uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: Well, that's a load off my shoulders. I didn't know what to expect coming here. But I'm glad that you finally had the balls to come out with it. I didn't want to be the one to have to do it. I hope you two have it in your heart to forgive me. I don't know if you know, but Wil was my first love. It was a brief and bittersweet relationship but I never forgot you, Wil. When I saw you that day at the cemetary... all those feelings just rushed back. I hadn't seen you for so long and I missed you so much. But I realize that I acted too rash. So, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn sinks her head down in disappointment and starts sniffing as she cries.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: I don't want to lose either of you.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian places her arm over Dawn's shoulders and hugs her from the side.&lt;br /&gt;Viv: I, I mean we forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn and Vivian are hugging each other while sobbing bringing unneeded attention again to their table. Wil is embarrassed and doesn't know what to do, so she stands up with her napkin and waves it around.&lt;br /&gt;Wil: Ta-dah! They're crying because I suck at magic tricks. Everyone, back to your dinners!&lt;br /&gt;Wil rushes to the other side of the table and awkwardly hugs both Viv and Dawn. Wil kisses both of them on the foreheads.&lt;br /&gt;Wil in a whisper: Guys... it's okay. This is supposed to be a happy night, remember? Let's just leave. I think the whole restaurant hates us.&lt;br /&gt;Viv and Dawn both nod.&lt;br /&gt;Wil raises her hand for a waiter: Check please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-5998971319929377436?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/5998971319929377436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=5998971319929377436&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/5998971319929377436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/5998971319929377436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2008/09/saving-face-2-part-55.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 55'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-9222814203781117667</id><published>2008-05-27T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:57:49.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burma Awareness Clip of Michelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdhZwLPI13Y&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdhZwLPI13Y&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="335"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that clip that Michelle worked on? The kind souls over at Fanista have contacted me and supplied me with a link to it on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jackie for the heads up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take the time out to support the Burma victims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-9222814203781117667?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/9222814203781117667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=9222814203781117667&amp;isPopup=true' title='251 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/9222814203781117667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/9222814203781117667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2008/05/burma-awareness-clip-of-michelle.html' title='Burma Awareness Clip of Michelle'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>251</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-8088753865036104899</id><published>2008-03-24T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T03:11:24.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made In Taiwan: Full Report</title><content type='html'>Despite the horrible motel stay (I slept with the lights and TV on), Made In Taiwan made it all worth it. On the day of the performance, I drove out to the little town where the college was located. XM satellite trance music a-blazing and snacks on hand, I drove comfortably for 2-3 hours till I reached my destination, the Comfort Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the Comfort Inn was pretty comfortable. I rested for a few hours in my comfortable bed watching CNN. The show was set to start at 7:30PM, so I left my room around 6:30PM, leaving enough time in case I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a view from my room. o_0 It's like being in another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drama-otaku.com/blog/IMG_0070.JPG" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school was rather hm... different compared to San Francisco State University. Here's some shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drama-otaku.com/blog/IMG_0071.JPG" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drama-otaku.com/blog/IMG_0072.JPG" width="400"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started sprinkling so I had my hood on and my pants rolled up because I hate being wet. The students at the box office just looked at me strangely. &gt;_&lt; The box office held onto my ticket because I bought it rather last minute. &lt;br /&gt;Girl in box office: "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Duong Nguyen." (I pronounced it the "American" way)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: [In confusion, looks at the pile of envelopes that were spread out before her.]&lt;br /&gt;[She hands me an envelope with the name "Xiu" Something]. "Is this you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: [I blankly stare at her]... "Uh... no."&lt;br /&gt;[All I could think was, This isn't a god damn test. How can you mix up a "D" sound with an "X" sound. Try a little harder! Geez!]&lt;br /&gt;Guy on the side: "No, I think it's this one down here."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes! That's me!"&lt;br /&gt;[I take my envelope and I walk away -_-;; I can't believe that this just happened to me.]&lt;br /&gt;So, I sit around and wait for the show to start. There's signs everywhere that say "Michelle Krusiec's Made In Taiwan is sold out."&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of my ticket :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drama-otaku.com/blog/IMG_0074.JPG" width="400"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the show, I was really nervous for some reason. I guess I was nervous for Michelle. The crowd was made up of a lot of older retired teachers and a good bulk were students in their 20s. It's safe to say that 10% of the audience was Asian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of the stage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drama-otaku.com/blog/IMG_0075.JPG" width="400"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You guys may be wondering what these 3 shiny sheets of metal are for. Michelle doesn't have many props except for these 3 sheets that she uses as imaginary doors, walls and dividers. She also has 2 tan colored ottomans that she uses as chairs, tables, and couches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon the crappiness of the photos, I traveled all the way to see the show but I forgot my camera. &gt;_&lt; So I was stuck with the camera on my Iphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was packed and finally the show started. I don't want to spoil it too much for you guys but it starts off with Michelle slurping noodles in the dark. One man left during the show because he was sick. Another younger couple left because I think the topics offended them. This sorta affected Michelle's performance because I could tell that she was coming in and out of her performance. In turn, it also affected her stage hands who were accompanying her in the performance. Despite these minor setbacks, Michelle hurdled onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the show, Michelle tells a story of love, compassion, lies, dancing, sex, and noodles. It's a story that most of us can relate to even though the story is so specific to Michelle's life. It was my second time watching the show, and each time that I've watched it, I've cried, I've laughed and I've been inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, Michelle changed and came back for a QA session with the audience. A majority of the crowd left, but a good amount stayed to chat with Michelle and the director. I remember one audience member comparing the show to "The Joy Luck Club." I don't really agree with the comparison because "The Joy Luck Club" is mainly a drama and focused more on the old life back in China (or the native country). "The Joy Luck Club" is also a fictional piece unlike "Made In Taiwan" which is an autobiographical piece written from Michelle's own experiences. I hope one day that MIT is made into a movie. I also raised my hand and asked a question.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hi Michelle." (everyone else just asked their question right away)&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Hi Duong. Everyone this is my webmistress Duong. She came all the way from San Francisco to see the show and this is her second time seeing it. She's made a site for me where she brings all my fans together."&lt;br /&gt;Crowd: Wow! How sweet! [I shrink into my seat, flushed and embarrassed.]&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So, have your parents seen this?"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Both of my parents have seen this. My dad said, Thank god! Someone else saw what was going on. He felt validated. My mom on the other hand, I'm not sure if she understands most of it. But not much can offend her as you can tell."&lt;br /&gt;[There's more to Michelle's answer but my memory's a little fuzzy right now. Sorry!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the QA session wrapped up, I caught Michelle before she tried to run away~~ &lt;br /&gt;She gave me a hug and we talked a little. She asked when I was leaving and I said tomorrow around 3. She said, "Let's do breakfast." =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At breakfast the following day, I chatted with Michelle over lattes and omeletes. Michelle was taken aback by my 3 cheese omelet, which looked strange... o_0 She said, "OMG, have you seen anything like this before? I want to take a picture. But I don't have a camera." So, I took the picture and here it is... It was like being in another country, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drama-otaku.com/blog/IMG_0076.JPG" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice long chat about work, life, and her show. During a slight pause, I pulled out my MIT program, my Saving Face DVD, and my red Sharpie. &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Here! Before I forget!"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Wow! You know, I really think you are my number 1 fan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I failed in taking any pictures of Michelle while I was at her show, here's a picture of the goodies from the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drama-otaku.com/blog/IMG_0077.JPG" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave away my other Saving Face DVD to a lucky fan over at Michelle's blog (uh... please claim it Spider-B!), so I bought another one to replace it. To the left is the MIT program. And what is that bag of Goldfish doing there? I'll let you guys figure that out. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-8088753865036104899?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/8088753865036104899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=8088753865036104899&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/8088753865036104899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/8088753865036104899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2008/03/made-in-taiwan-full-report.html' title='Made In Taiwan: Full Report'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-3589372538249103282</id><published>2008-03-18T02:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T03:49:42.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco Asian American Film Festival</title><content type='html'>If you're interested in seeing Joan Chen in person, you might get a chance if you live in the Bay Area! I think tickets are sold out for the after party, but tickets might still be available for the movie screening of her movie "The Home Song Stories." But Joan might make an appearance at the movie. I'm not 100% positive though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For details, check out the San Francisco International Asian American Film Festival link &lt;a href="http://filmguide.festival.asianamericanmedia.org/tixSYS/2008/filmguide/eventnote.php?notepg=1&amp;EventNumber=1136" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went to see the 15th year anniversary of The Joy Luck Club! I was certain that Amy Tan was going to be there but to my surprise and enjoyment Lauren Tom and Ming-Na Wen were both there as well!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flyers, programs, and website are not very accurate. The Joy Luck Club did not mention anything about Ming-Na Wen being there! ARGH! I did know that Amy Tan was going to be there. &lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for the film to start, I spotted Amy Tan coming into the theater with her husband. I quickly got up and got her autograph. :-P  Amy Tan was a little mean though. ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran back to my seat, and off in the distance I notice one of the daughters from the movie. But then... next to her, I see someone that resembled Ming-Na Wen, who is the lead actress in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;"Is that her? Could it be her?"&lt;br /&gt;"There's only one way to find out..."&lt;br /&gt;So, I ran up there with my program, pen and iPhone. I was in utter shock to see that it was Ming-Na Wen!!! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Ming-Na to sign my program and she was so gracious about it. I asked her what were they doing just standing there? She replied and rolled her eyes, "I don't know!" I then asked someone nearby to take a picture of us. Ming-Na said, "This is Janet, our producer." I didn't know what to say, but "Wow!" I felt a little stupid for asking a big-time producer to take a picture, but she was nice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of Ming-Na pointing to the lens. "Oh, look it's an iPhone and here's the lens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drama-otaku.com/blog/IMG_0082.JPG" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Janet, gets a hold of how the iPhone works, this is what she took. &gt;_&lt; Blah! I messed up the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drama-otaku.com/blog/IMG_0083.JPG" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Amy Tan, Lauren Tom, Ming-Na Wen, Wayne Wang and one of the representatives from the film festival went to the stage to talk about the film. &lt;br /&gt;Ming-Na and Lauren Tom are close buddies because they were joking with each other a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drama-otaku.com/blog/IMG_0086.JPG" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was my Monday night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, I went to see "Home Song Stories" with Joan Chen. I was sad that Joan wasn't there. I was tricked, deceived by the film festival! Falsely advertising that Joan would be there. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;But I guess my $30 ticket went to a good cause. -_-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn't get to see Joan Chen in person, I did get to see her great performance in the "Home Song Stories." Her performance will blow you away, so go watch it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-3589372538249103282?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/3589372538249103282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=3589372538249103282&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/3589372538249103282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/3589372538249103282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2008/03/san-francisco-asian-american-film.html' title='San Francisco Asian American Film Festival'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-1771916916865214929</id><published>2008-03-17T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T05:38:13.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made In Taiwan: Pre-Report Status</title><content type='html'>Hi GUYS,&lt;br /&gt;Long time no blog. LOL. I've been pretty busy these past few months... I've been working on a few websites: one for my cousin (which is done!), a personal one related to Asian TV dramas (semi-done, I'm still adding a lot of functionality to it), Michelle's blog, and Michelle's Official site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month in February, I went to Japan for a concert! CRAZY, HUH? But I figured, what the hell, this is a once in a lifetime sort of thing for me. If you want to see pictures of my trip, hop on over to my Flickr account, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97835614@N00/sets/72157603912593935/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Beware! You might get hungry from looking at the pictures! You've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now for my pre-report about my trip to see Made In Taiwan. Traveling was a biAtch. Tiring, long, loud, and annoying. First motel I stayed at on Friday, one word: SCARY. The carpet was disgusting and sticky. The room was in desperate need of remodeling (hello HGTV!). The bed was uncomfortable and made my skin itchy. :( The smoke detector went off when I took a shower even though I had the fan on! It felt like I was stuck in some bad B-horror movie. Also, I was sorta scared so I slept with the lights and TV on. I was really waiting for someone to jump out and stab me. &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling alone was quite the experience! I'll tell you guys more in another post and when it's not 5am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more related-note, Made In Taiwan was excellent! Michelle is one FIERCE lady. RAWR! More juicy details in my full report to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-1771916916865214929?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/1771916916865214929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=1771916916865214929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/1771916916865214929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/1771916916865214929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2008/03/made-in-taiwan-pre-report-status.html' title='Made In Taiwan: Pre-Report Status'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-3773817808875954953</id><published>2007-12-12T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T17:00:08.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bisexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynn Chen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Krusiec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Face'/><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 54.6 The Real Continuation</title><content type='html'>[Vivian composes herself and guides air from her mouth to her eyes to dry them up.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: Shhhh! She's coming back!&lt;br /&gt;Wil [removes her arm from Vivian's shoulders and grabs onto her napkin as if it were a safety blanket]: Oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know she was coming back so soon! I'm not ready yet!&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [grabs onto Wil's hand that's holding the napkin and glares at Wil]: You better be ready! &lt;br /&gt;Think of it like surgery. Yeah... you're going into the surgery room. Do it!&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian quickly lets go of Wil's hand.]&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn strolls back and places her phone into her bag. She calmly sits down in front of a seemingly cool and collected Wil and Vivian]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: So ladies, did I miss anything?&lt;br /&gt;Wil [lets out a fake laugh]: Haha, you're so funny! You haven't been gone that long!&lt;br /&gt;[Wil nervously slaps Vivian's shoulder in amusement]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: I never knew that Dawn was so funny, did you?&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [looks at Dawn in amusement and sarcastically says]: Yeah... she's a hoot, our friend Dawn here.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [puzzled]: You guys seem a little on edge. Is something the matter?&lt;br /&gt;Wil [whispers to herself]: Surgery. Surgery time.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [looks at Wil]: What? Surg...?&lt;br /&gt;Wil [suddenly blurts out]: I LOVE VIV! SHE KNOWS ABOUT THE THING!&lt;br /&gt;[The whole restaurant comes to a standstill. People stop talking and eating, waiters stopped waiting, and all eyes were on Wil, Dawn and Vivian.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [totally embarassed, covers 1 side of her face with her hand, and whispers to Wil]: I can't believe you just did that!&lt;br /&gt;Wil [whispers]: Oh god... People are staring. Dawn, quick, divert attention!&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [waves at a waiter]: Excuse me, waiter!&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn catches the eye of a waiter and the waiter comes.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn stands up to talk to everyone and says]: I'm sorry everyone. My dear friend Wil here is excited about our "special thing."&lt;br /&gt;[Everyone in the restaurant goes back to their own business. A few people disapprovingly shake their heads in disgust.]&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn speaks to the waiter]: Wil here is very hungry, she's just excited about the "thing." She doesn't get out much, you see.&lt;br /&gt;Wil [shyly and embarassingly looks up at the waiter and waves hello]: Hi. Hm, so-r-r-y....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Here's a link to the previous part of the story in case you've missed it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/05/saving-face-2-part-545-real.html"&gt;Saving Face 2 Part 54.5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-3773817808875954953?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/3773817808875954953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=3773817808875954953&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/3773817808875954953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/3773817808875954953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/12/saving-face-2-part-546-real.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 54.6 The Real Continuation'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-1885037729338703125</id><published>2007-10-23T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:56:39.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is filled with surprises</title><content type='html'>Just when you thought you were ready to settle down with someone. Just when you thought that someone was the one... you realize that everything is not what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;How long will I have to search? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to have someone by my side. Support me when I am down. Love me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Is this too much to ask for? Apparently so...&lt;br /&gt;Life is short and I don't want to waste that precious time.&lt;br /&gt;Live, Love, Learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't directed towards anyone and I'm doing fine so don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;I have more time to write now, so you'll be seeing more of me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Duong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-1885037729338703125?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/1885037729338703125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=1885037729338703125&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/1885037729338703125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/1885037729338703125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-is-filled-with-surprises.html' title='Life is filled with surprises'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-7532264513318947937</id><published>2007-08-29T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T02:43:58.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm very sorry guys! I know I said I would update this blog. But I've been super busy with work, Michelle's new site and blog, and if you guys didn't know, I also fansub Japanese dramas as a hobby. What is fansubbing you guys ask? Well... In America we do not get everything subtitled on DVDs, that includes Japanese TV dramas (or soap operas as some people call it). So I work with various volunteers to get these subtitled and I distribute them for free so that everyone can enjoy them. Here's my other site by the way: &lt;a href="http://www.sars-fansubs.com"&gt;SARS-Fansubs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that after this current season of dramas end, that I'll continue with the storyline. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for still stopping by and checking in. ;)&lt;br /&gt;-Duong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-7532264513318947937?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/7532264513318947937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=7532264513318947937&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/7532264513318947937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/7532264513318947937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/08/apology.html' title='Apology!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-1829087333784602144</id><published>2007-07-31T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T02:27:52.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Made In Taiwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Krusiec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Face'/><title type='text'>MK Personal Message to Fans Take 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A personal message from MK to fans taken on the first night of "Made In Taiwan" NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take 1! I'll post take 2 as well. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7XA_2EBKg4"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7XA_2EBKg4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-1829087333784602144?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/1829087333784602144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=1829087333784602144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/1829087333784602144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/1829087333784602144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/07/mk-personal-message-to-fans-take-1.html' title='MK Personal Message to Fans Take 1!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-6559442218338286074</id><published>2007-07-17T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:48:44.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Made In Taiwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Krusiec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Face'/><title type='text'>MKNY: The New York Trip -- Image Intensive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 1: MKNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0136%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A view of NYC from the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0140%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view of NYC from the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0156%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statue of Liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0158%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sepia colored picture of Miss S and I. List of events before this picture: 5-6 hour flight from SF, rushed from one flight to another, dealing with NY traffic in a taxi cab, walking several blocks to the pier. Even though we were cold and tired, we're still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0168%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot of Times Square area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0171%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy Applebee's signage. o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0172%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy McDonald's signage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0173%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy subway signage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0183%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times square at night. A shot of the awesome Transformers Movie poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0186%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot of Times Square area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0187%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night we ate at Johnny's Pizzeria. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0195%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot of Times Square area. Broadway show billboards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: MKNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0203%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot in china town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0204%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world famous Joe's Shanghai dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0221%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground Zero World Trade Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0225%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot of Times Square area during the daytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0226%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot of M&amp;M store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0229%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot of the S and me with a peanut M&amp;M. My hair is long, eh? I'm trying to grow it some more until I can donate it to &lt;a href="http://locksoflove.org/donate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0230%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally MIT night! This is a shot of the stage area where MK performed MIT. She sure did a lot of banging on those metal sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0235%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK and Kai... and me to the right. I didn't want to be a MK hog. Gotta share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/9418/img0244bs1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The S and I with David. Remember him as Vivian's cousin? I don't think he had a name in the movie and I didn't know his real name until he told me that night. Oddly enough, I've named his character as David in my fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0238%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK with some other fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0239%20copy_blur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here MK is asking me where she should autograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0247%20copy_blur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of all the fans and MK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/MIT14.6.07%282%29%20copy_blur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of MIT, MK pretended to act like she was slurping noodles... that's what we're doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/434057953207_0_BG%20copy_blur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian stereotypical peace signs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: MKNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0259%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot of NYC from the Empire State building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0271%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is one of the coolest buildings that I've ever seen. It's the Apple store made entirely of glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: MKNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0275%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Hairspray. Overall it was a good show. I recently watched "Wicked" which I thought had a better production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0276%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night we ate at a Korean restaurant near our hotel and for dessert we went to Iron Chef Morimoto's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;This is a shot of some exquisite Earl Grey creme brulee. The best EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: MKNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0282%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just messing around with the settings on my camera. I thought this one of the taxi cabs is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: MKNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/mkny/IMG_0283%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chilling in Central park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more MK specific photos that I got from other fans and some videos too. So stay tuned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-6559442218338286074?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/6559442218338286074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=6559442218338286074&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/6559442218338286074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/6559442218338286074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/07/mkny-new-york-trip-image-intensive.html' title='MKNY: The New York Trip -- Image Intensive!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-6844410586485093666</id><published>2007-07-12T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:19:47.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vagina Monologues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bisexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynn Chen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Krusiec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Face'/><title type='text'>Michelle Krusiec VDAY Vagina Monologues Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know it took me a while to get this posted. But I really wanted to add subtitles to it so that everyone can hear and understand what Michelle is saying in the performance. I hope you guys enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details: &lt;br /&gt;March 2, 2007 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles, CA (Japanese Community Center)&lt;br /&gt;Someone took this video and sent it to me. :) &lt;br /&gt;(I hope you aren't mad Spring Chicken!! I'm just trying to share the MK love.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MegaUpload link:&lt;br /&gt;This version is higher quality and you can save it to your hard drive. &lt;br /&gt;I also processed the audio so it would be louder.&lt;br /&gt;Please be sure to have the XviD codec installed on your computer so you can watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;You can download that &lt;a href="http://www.divx-digest.com/software/xvid.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Another alternative is to download Video Lan Controller Player &lt;a href="http://www.videolan.org/vlc/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and use that to watch instead. VLC plays anything that you throw at it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filesize: 148.71 MB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=ITPFFJ9V"&gt;http://www.megaupload.com/?d=ITPFFJ9V&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDeStTUvOhY"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDeStTUvOhY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Duong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-6844410586485093666?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/6844410586485093666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=6844410586485093666&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/6844410586485093666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/6844410586485093666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/07/michelle-krusiec-vday-vagina-monologues.html' title='Michelle Krusiec VDAY Vagina Monologues Performance'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-344346356390898853</id><published>2007-06-15T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T09:10:48.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MKNY: MIT Night 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/4940/img0234rg8.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/9418/img0244bs1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is David, he played Vivian's cousin in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/8239/img0247wo2.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll post more later. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-344346356390898853?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/344346356390898853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=344346356390898853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/344346356390898853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/344346356390898853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/06/mkny-mit-night-1.html' title='MKNY: MIT Night 1'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-5655446743831454356</id><published>2007-06-12T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:11:03.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MKNY Here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, I took the day off of work today to pack and run errands here and there. I'm pretty excited to go to NY since it's my first time. I'm sure Michelle will be surprised that I'm there. I hope she doesn't think I'm a stalker. T_T WAHHHH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just the perfect opportunity to go. Not to mention it'll be my first time in NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is there anything that you Saving Face fans want to ask Michelle? Let me know and I'll be sure to ask her when I meet her again at Made In Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then,&lt;br /&gt;Duong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-5655446743831454356?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/5655446743831454356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=5655446743831454356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/5655446743831454356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/5655446743831454356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/06/mkny-here-i-come.html' title='MKNY Here I come!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-8843421923403526643</id><published>2007-06-08T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T16:00:58.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost time for New York!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I haven't written in the blog for a while. Work has been really busy for me... and right before my vacation too!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, while seeing Michelle in Made In Taiwan, that'll give me some inspiration to write some more chapters of Saving Face 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone starting next Tuesday for a whole week!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting pictures of my trip, so check back often during that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love~&lt;br /&gt;Duong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-8843421923403526643?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/8843421923403526643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=8843421923403526643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/8843421923403526643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/8843421923403526643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/06/almost-time-for-new-york.html' title='Almost time for New York!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-6921979769862368549</id><published>2007-05-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:44:03.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which star do you look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ran across this site a while back and revisited it tonight. I was a little curious because the last time I did it, Halle Berry popped up in my results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! Lee Hom and Chow Yun Fat popped up here. Does that mean I look like a guy or does that mean these guys looks like girls?! Also I dunno why Stephen Chow pops up either ~_~ I guess it's his long gay hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="left" height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/7_4/w16r05_307494d714d4644d6bgd05" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="right" height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/7_4/qbod05_6565450b24d464evg5q705" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" align="left"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/7_4/mzs905_2581851674d4642vs1y705" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" align="right"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/7_4/opmn05_7454320fa4d464y3o1mn05" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this lower left and right bottom comparison best. My 2 most fave singers are on here! heheehe! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-6921979769862368549?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/6921979769862368549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=6921979769862368549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/6921979769862368549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/6921979769862368549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/05/which-star-do-you-look-like.html' title='Which star do you look like?'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-4543042316234251290</id><published>2007-05-17T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T16:41:14.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bisexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Wu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynn Chen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Krusiec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Face'/><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 54.5 The Real Continuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Note: I'm sorry that I haven't had a chance to actually write in this blog. I found some spare time while at work, so here it is. I've pasted the last 2 Saving Face entries within this post so you won't have to go digging around for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: All three glammed up ladies are sitting at the table. Wil looks uneasy in the presence of her ex-lover and her current lover. Both Vivian and Dawn catch up on things.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "Ladies, excuse me for a bit. The little girl's room is calling me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Vivian excuses herself and quietly leaves the table for the restroom.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "So, Dr. Wilhelmina Pang... what have you been up to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [exasperated sigh]: "Why do you feel the need to address me that way?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Sounds like someone didn't take her nap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [sighs again]: "I'm sorry. I'm just on pins and needles every time you're around."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Why? You've seen me naked already. So, why would you be so nervous around me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [with bulging eyes and quietly says]: "You know why... I don't need to spell it out for you, do I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "This is boring me... can we talk about something more complex?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [pauses and looks at Dawn baffled]: "Complex? Aren't you being a little rude?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "I treat others how they treat me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [saddened]: "I guess it was purely physical."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Whatever you say, Wil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "I thought we had something more and to think that I almost gave up Vivian for this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Well, what's done is done. It's all in the past now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "Let's at least try to be civil when Vivian gets back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Dawn nods.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Awkward long silence, till Vivian returns.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "So, did you guys catch up on things?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "Yeah, we sure did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "That was quite a restroom break you took there, Viv."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [laughs]: "Well, I have to clean out my stomach to chow down. [nudges Wil] You know, since Wil here is picking up the tab."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Vivian and Dawn laugh together, while Wil hesitantly let's out a smile.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "I'm only kidding... The line to the ladies room was packed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[The waitress comes back to get their orders.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waitress: "How are you beautiful ladies doing this evening?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian and Dawn: "Fine, thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [mumbles]: "Fine... I guess."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Wil zones out everything that the waitress says and everything around her seems to be going in slow motion. Wil stares at Vivian who is mumbling something. Wil just nods her head in agreement. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;------New Section Starts here------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[As the waitress is leaving, Wil snaps out of her daydream state.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [Repeatedly]: Wil... Wil? Wil! [Snaps her fingers in front of Wil's face.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [her eyes focus in on Vivian]: "What? [Shakes her head and looks at Dawn.] I'm listening. What's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn [laughs]: "Then what did Vivian just talk about?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [looks slyly at Wil and raises one brow]: "Yes, so what did I just talk about... huh, Wil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [stammers]: "Well... Uh... About the weather?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Vivian and Dawn both roll their eyes in unison]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "I'm sorry guys... I've had a tough week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "Don't we all..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Well, what is the occassion we're celebrating here? I mean, we're all decked out and at a fancy restaurant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "I'm happy that you've asked, Dawn. Wil, why don't you answer Dawn's question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Vivian nudges her foot against Wil's under the table.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [clears her throat]: "Um... well... ah... [really fast] The ceremony is back on!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Wil quickly grabs her napkin and pats her forehead of sweat.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Wow, I'm happy for you both!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "Ahem... there's more... right, Wil?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [mouths to Vivian]: "What? More?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [widens her eyes to make it not obvious to Dawn]: "Wil?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Dawn cheerfully looks over at Wil.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [laughs]: "Geezus, it must've slipped my mind. Dawn..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn [raises her hand at Wil]: "One sec, Wil. My phone's buzzing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "Okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn [picks up her phone]: "Yes, Dawn here." [After several seconds... Dawn covers her phone and whispers to Vivian and Wil] "I'm sorry guys, it'll just be a minute. I'll be right back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Dawn quietly yammers away on her phone as she walks towards the entrance of the restaurant.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [as soon as Dawn is out of sight, Vivian in a fierce yet quiet voice]: "Wil! Did you forget?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [scared and looks innocent]: "What? I thought that was it... right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "No! You're supposed to tell Dawn that I know about that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "About that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "Yes, that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "You mean..." [Wil points to the empty seat where Dawn had sat and then points to herself] "That?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "If you won't tell her, I will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "Why? Why ruin the mood?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "I don't want any secrets between the 3 of us. I'm good friends with Dawn and I don't want any bad blood ruining the friendship. Can't you understand, Wil?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "I'm sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [suddenly has tears in her eyes]: "I just wish you guys would've told me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [stumped suddenly puts her arm over Vivian's shoulders to comfort her]: "No, no, no... Don't cry, Vivian... You're going to smear your mascara."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [holds her tears back and sniffles]: "Just tell her... if not for me, then for our relationship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "I will." [Wil kisses Vivian's head.] "I will..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. I'm on a roll. I just need some time to actually write. But since my free time is limited these days, I'll try my best to update this blog more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-4543042316234251290?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/4543042316234251290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=4543042316234251290&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/4543042316234251290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/4543042316234251290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/05/saving-face-2-part-545-real.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 54.5 The Real Continuation'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-6474793342686982411</id><published>2007-05-11T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:09:54.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MKNY: The New York Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, I know it's been a while since I last posted. I've been sick for the past 2 weeks and only until recently I've recovered. But even though I've been sick, I've come up with many new ideas to aide me in this Saving Face fanfiction that I'm writing here. :)&lt;br /&gt;Also I have some good news! Most MK fans should know that she will be performing "Made In Taiwan" in New York next month (June). I'm very interested in seeing this performance since it's about MK's life. So... I've planned to see this performance in NY. Miss S and I have booked our flights, reserved our hotel, and bought tickets to "Made In Taiwan."&lt;br /&gt;Not only is this a once in a lifetime opportunity, but this will be my first time in New York! I also get to see MK for a 3rd time. o__0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next blog...&lt;br /&gt;Love Duong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-6474793342686982411?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/6474793342686982411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=6474793342686982411&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/6474793342686982411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/6474793342686982411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/05/mkny-new-york-trip.html' title='MKNY: The New York Trip'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-149367954650899076</id><published>2007-04-05T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T03:08:11.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vagina Monologues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Krusiec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Face'/><title type='text'>Michelle Krusiec's VDAY performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here's half of the transcription from Michelle's performance at the Vagina Monologues. I'll be subtitling the video with this script so all of Michelle's international fans can understand it. I'll probably be posting the video some time next week when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Woman Who Loved to Make Vaginas Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love vagina.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE women.&lt;br /&gt;I do not see them as separate things.&lt;br /&gt;Women pay me to dominate them,&lt;br /&gt;to excite them, to make them cum.&lt;br /&gt;I did not start out like this... no,&lt;br /&gt;to the contrary, I started out as a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;But in my late 30s, I became obsessed with making women happy.&lt;br /&gt;It started out as a mission of sorts,&lt;br /&gt;but then I got involved in it.&lt;br /&gt;I got good at it.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;It was... my art.&lt;br /&gt;But I started getting paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if I had found my calling.&lt;br /&gt;I wore outrageous outfits when I dominated them in...&lt;br /&gt;lace and silk and leather and I had brought whips, handcuffs,&lt;br /&gt;ropes, dildos...&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing like this in tax law.&lt;br /&gt;There were no props, no excitement,&lt;br /&gt;and I hated those blue corporate suits.&lt;br /&gt;Although, I wear them now from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;It might be why I'm horny. And they serve quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;There were no props in corporate law.&lt;br /&gt;No wetness...&lt;br /&gt;no dark mysterious foreplay...&lt;br /&gt;no erect nipples...&lt;br /&gt;no delicious mouths.&lt;br /&gt;But mainly...&lt;br /&gt;there was no moaning.&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind I'm talking about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You see, this was the key I see now.&lt;br /&gt;Moaning was the thing that ultimately seduced me...&lt;br /&gt;and got me addicted to making women happy.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl and I would see women in movies I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love...&lt;br /&gt;making strange orgasmic moaning noises,&lt;br /&gt;I used to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I got strangely hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe that the big outrageous ungoverned sounds like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that came out of women.&lt;br /&gt;I longed to moan.&lt;br /&gt;I practiced in front of my mirror,&lt;br /&gt;on a tape recorder, moaning in various keys.&lt;br /&gt;Moaning in various tones.&lt;br /&gt;But always when I played it back,&lt;br /&gt;it sounded fake.&lt;br /&gt;It WAS fake.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't rooted in anything sexual really.&lt;br /&gt;Only in my desire to be sexual.&lt;br /&gt;But then when I was 10,&lt;br /&gt;I had to pee really badly once on a car trip,&lt;br /&gt;it went on for almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally got to pee in this little dirty gas station,&lt;br /&gt;it was so exciting, I MOANED!&lt;br /&gt;I moaned as I peed!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;Me, moaning in a Texaco station in the middle of Louisana!&lt;br /&gt;I discovered right then that moans were connected with not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting what you want right away--with putting things off.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that moans were best when they caught you by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;They came out of this dark mysterious hidden part of you that...&lt;br /&gt;was speaking its own language.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that moans were in fact, that language.&lt;br /&gt;I've became a moaner.&lt;br /&gt;It made most men anxious.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, it terrified them.&lt;br /&gt;I was LOUD and they couldn't concentrate on what they were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing.&lt;br /&gt;It just ??? them.&lt;br /&gt;Then they use EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't make love in people's homes.&lt;br /&gt;The walls were too thin.&lt;br /&gt;I got a reputation in my building.&lt;br /&gt;People would stare at me with contempt in the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;Men thought I was too intense.&lt;br /&gt;Some thought I was insane.&lt;br /&gt;I started to feel bad about moaning.&lt;br /&gt;I got quiet and polite.&lt;br /&gt;I made noise into a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;I learned to choke my moan.&lt;br /&gt;Hold it back like a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;I began to get headaches and stress-related disorders.&lt;br /&gt;I was becoming hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;when I discovered women...&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that most women loved my moaning.&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly, I discovered how deeply excited I was...&lt;br /&gt;when other women moaned...&lt;br /&gt;when I was responsible for other women moaning.&lt;br /&gt;I made love to quiet women ???&lt;br /&gt;5:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-149367954650899076?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/149367954650899076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=149367954650899076&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/149367954650899076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/149367954650899076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/04/michelle-krusiecs-vday-performance.html' title='Michelle Krusiec&apos;s VDAY performance'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-7088534228787018106</id><published>2007-03-12T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:04:17.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vagina Monologues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crabs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamlyn Tomita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynn Chen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Getty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Krusiec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diddy Reese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving Face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnel Cake'/><title type='text'>LA Trip #2 - The Vagina Monologues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, February 26th - Wednesday, February 28th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A few days beforehand, I was a little bored at home one night. So, what the hey, I decided to check Michelle Krusiec's blog--which is rarely updated, and I figured I wouldn't have missed much. To my surprise, Michelle announced that she would be performing in "The Vagina Monologues" in Los Angeles this coming Friday. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Miss S the next day, to see if we could make it. To fly or not to fly... that was the question. The only downside to flying is that we wouldn't have any form of transportation while in LA. We ended up deciding that driving was a better an option if we left Thursday night/Friday morning. The only major catch to this was that we both would have to work remotely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I told Miss S to call for tickets first. "What if we did all this planning and didn't have tickets?" Miss S said that we could just hang out in LA instead and get away from everything. As I figured, there were no tickets available.......ARGH...! All tickets were sold out, which is to be expected since this was the FIRST EVER Pan-Asian Vagina Monologues! So, we took a gamble and planned everything hoping to buy some tickets from ticket scalpers before the show. I didn't get my hopes up because I didn't want to be let down. All I was concentrating on was relaxing and enjoying some vacation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, March 1st, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, we hopped on the BART train to the SFO airport to rent a car. Not only did we rent a car but we rented a GPS also! This was a first for me, so I was pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented a big boat of a car--a 4-door Impala. o_0  I didn't feel very safe driving it because there were a lot of blind spots. So, I switched to a PT Cruiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner, drove back to my place, and tried to take a nap before leaving. I was aiming to leave around 4:00AM. But I guess I was too anxious, and didn't sleep a wink. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, March 2nd, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4:30AM&lt;/span&gt;, I jiggled Miss S awake.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hey, it's time to go."&lt;br /&gt;In a drowsy voice, Miss S: "Uh... okay."&lt;br /&gt;We got our bags ready, got into the car and Miss S punched in the address of Little Tokyo, Los Angeles (where the performance was being held) into the GPS.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were off!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10ish AM&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;After a dreary 5 hours of driving, we made it safely to sunny Los Angeles and drove by the Little Tokyo Theater. Still dressed in comfortable-around-the-house-clothes, we located the closest Starbucks via the GPS and made our way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss S had the pleasure of getting some sleep while I was driving, so she went right to remotely working on the laptop. We had to pay a hefty $9.99 for a day's worth of Tmobile Hotspot access to connect to the internetz. While Miss S was slaving away in the confined areas of Starbucks, I waited... and waited... and waited. During that time, I changed into my street clothes in the car--which was an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after Miss S finished her work, it was my turn. It took me a mere 15 minutes to get everything done. Then we ate at a Chinese restaurant. At the end of the meal, we received the usual fortune cookies. I cracked mine opened and read my fortune. "You will witness a miracle." This was a sign of good luck! I shoved the fortune into my pocket hoping that the miracle of going to the show would come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss S found a relatively cheap hotel for us to stay in, so we went there at 3PM to check-in, shower, and nap before the big 8 o'clock show. Stupidly, we didn't set any sort of alarms to wake up. But I managed to set my internal alarm and woke up around 7PM. I yelled at Miss S to wake up and it took us 30 minutes to get ready. We rushed to the Little Tokyo Theater in hopes of buying some tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we fastly walked to the front of the theater, we heard a little asian girl yelling and waving a ticket in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Ticket for sale! Ticket for sale! $20 bucks!"&lt;br /&gt;Me running to the girl: "Oh! Oh! I'll buy it!"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "$20 bucks."&lt;br /&gt;In a frantic rush, I digged in my pockets then pulled out my New Year's envelope and gave her $20.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Here, here!"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Enjoy the show."&lt;br /&gt;Me to Miss S: "Go find a ticket!"&lt;br /&gt;Some girls behind us who were already standing in line, yelled...&lt;br /&gt;Girls: "We have 3 tickets here!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, oh, oh! We'll buy one off of you."&lt;br /&gt;Girls: "We'll sell it to you for $15 which is what we bought it for. You know that it's assigned seating right?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, do you think I can switch my ticket for one of yours then?"&lt;br /&gt;Girls: "Okay, might as well."&lt;br /&gt;I dig for my red envelope again and pull out another $20.&lt;br /&gt;Girl digging through her purse: "You're gonna make me do the change thing, eh? I dunno if I have change."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It's okay. Keep the change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then rush into the theater to our seats which were in the middle row towards the left side of the theater. The seats were decent considering we bought the tickets last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for pictures! Pictures were not allowed during the show because who would want to be flashed in the face while performing? But I managed to snap a picture during part of the performance and even took a semi-complete video of Michelle performing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0053%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle in the middle during one of the other actresses performances. She wore a black dress and red high-heeled shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;The Vagina Monologues consists of interviews of women who talk about their vaginas. The actresses on stage gave life to 6-10 monologues in their own unique way. Michelle Krusiec's performance cracked everyone up in the audience because her monologue was about a lady who liked to pleasure other women (ironically). Michelle imitated at least 10 different types of moans during sex. XD&lt;br /&gt;She was so funny that Tamlyn Tomita (Waverly of the Joy Luck Club) was slapping her thigh in laughter. When Michelle finished, she apparently was yelling and moaning too loud, so she was coughing after her performance. She excused herself and went off-stage but returned when the show was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0058%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0059%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn big-headed lady blocked my picture here. You can see Michelle's head and arm just right above the big-headed lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0060%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Michelle's active performance, she took off her shoes. You can see her bare-footed here (right in the middle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0061%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Tamlyn Tomita is bowing. Tamlyn's performance was one of the highlights of the show as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0066%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss S and I waited for Michelle after the performance. I was getting a little antsy, but that must've been from all the Red Bull and Starbucks that I drank during the drive down. Here I am on the left in red looking a little nappy. T_T That's what you look like when you don't sleep for a whole day and drive 5 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this picture was taken, I asked Michelle to sign my program. I don't think she was paying too much attention and just signed it.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her afterwards, and said, "Do you remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Oh yah, I remember... it's been a while since the last event, eh?"&lt;br /&gt;I nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "You guys came down from San Francisco, right?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, yes! We weren't expecting to come to this. It was really last minute since the show was sold-out."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Oh yah, it's been sold-out. Yeah, these types of shows sell out fast."&lt;br /&gt;Me holding a camera, Michelle's friend: "Do you guys want me to take a picture?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Sure." [I hand him my camera]&lt;br /&gt;He snaps a picture and I say thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Me to Michelle: "Your performance was great!"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Thanks! I'm glad you guys enjoyed it."&lt;br /&gt;After that we said bye and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11ish PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were starving after the performance, so we looked up some restaurants near Diddy Reese (an ice cream parlor/bakery). We ordered pizza take-out from BJs across the street, got our pizza, and headed to Diddy Reese for some supposedly delicious cookie/ice cream sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0071%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered white chocolate macademia cookies with vanilla ice cream pictured on the left. Miss S ordered uh... something with mint chocolate chip ice cream. The sandwiches were huge and I didn't know where to start. &gt;_&lt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the hotel, we ate our pizza, showered and fell asleep right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, March 3rd, 2007&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sluggishly woke up around 10AM, booked the hotel for another night, and headed to a crab shack in Redondo Beach which was recommended by Miss S's older sister. But uh... Miss S's sister wasn't very clear on where this crab shack was, so for about an hour we drove in this area.... where we saw huge cruise ships and a beautiful green bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0074%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, with the help of the handy dandy GPS, we found the Redondo beach pier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0083%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the outside of the crab shack.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0075%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Miss S is wearing her crab bib ready to munch down on some fresh and delicious whole crabs.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0077%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our view from the crab shack... the crab shack was coincidentally Korean-owned.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0078%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered some scrumptious calamari with french fries. Not bad for an appetizer!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0079%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hungry seagull greeted us while we were eating calamari!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0081%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!! The crabs came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We stayed in the crab shack for almost 2 hours?! But I still wasn't full yet. So, we walked down the pier and got strawberry funnel cake and a large soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0084%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0082%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasty fried batter covered in whip cream, strawberries, strawberry sauce, and confectioner's sugar. You can also see that Miss S likes to sport low top Chucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0087%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here the ever-so-photogenic Miss S is chowing down on funnel cake, after she had told me that she was stuffed from crab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0086%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from where we were enjoying our funnel cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we drove around and got stuck in the infamous LA traffic. But I managed to capture the setting sun amidst the concrete and buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0091%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss S wanted to visit the Getty museum, so we punched in the address in the GPS, and off we went. Somehow, we ended up at some fancy shopping center... ~_~ We left in a rush because we thought the museum was closing at 7PM (but later found out that it didn't close till 9PM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get into the Getty, you have to take a tram up some hills... but hey it was free admission (but parking was $6-8 bucks, which isn't too bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0110%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some statues that are chilling out in the Getty. Wassup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0113%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Monet's famous paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0114%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Van Gogh's paintings while he was insane in a mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0116%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I forget who painted this, but it's a nice little quaint painting, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/la_trip0307/IMG_0122%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside on one of the Getty balconies, you can view the mountains, trees, and freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We headed back to the hotel area and ended up eating dinner at a poorly serviced ramen shop named Mister Ramen. Service was bad, the food was alright, but the lines were short. Before eating, some bum tried to bum some change from us for coffee. I just ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, March 4th, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! We enjoyed a 5 hour drive home! (I'm being sarcastic here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the end of our trip. I'll try to post the video later today. I hope you've enjoyed reading this blog post and looking at the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-7088534228787018106?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/7088534228787018106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=7088534228787018106&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/7088534228787018106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/7088534228787018106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-trip-2-vagina-monologues.html' title='LA Trip #2 - The Vagina Monologues'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-6973385861315173100</id><published>2007-03-03T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T10:58:18.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vagina Monologues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;I'm here in LA in a hotel now with my girlfriend on a weekend getaway. I just watched Michelle Krusiec perform live in the Vagina Monologues last night. She was amazing! I also waited for her after the performance to catch her. We caught up with things, I asked her to sign my program and took a picture together that her friend took for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures and other goodies soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll make up for the lack of blogs that I haven't been writing recently. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Duong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-6973385861315173100?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/6973385861315173100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=6973385861315173100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/6973385861315173100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/6973385861315173100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/03/vagina-monologues.html' title='Vagina Monologues'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-1006815978319180181</id><published>2007-02-26T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:40:54.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry! I haven't forgotten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hi guys! I know it's been a while since I last blogged and I sincerely apologize. I've been very busy and frankly I've come to a road block. (Meaning I'm not sure what to write next). If you would like this blog to continue, please comment and give me some ideas, suggestions, scenarios that will help me come up with something fitting for the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible... so I leave it up to you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the replies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Duong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-1006815978319180181?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/1006815978319180181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=1006815978319180181&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/1006815978319180181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/1006815978319180181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/02/sorry-i-havent-forgotten.html' title='Sorry! I haven&apos;t forgotten!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-116919387802359364</id><published>2007-01-19T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T03:02:45.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 54.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Continued from the previous chapter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The waitress comes back to get their orders.]&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: "How are you beautiful ladies doing this evening?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian and Dawn: "Fine, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [mumbles]: "Fine... I guess."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil zones out everything that the waitress says and everything around her seems to be going in slow motion. Wil stares at Vivian who is mumbling something. Wil just nods her head in agreement. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry readers... my head and my heart hurts. I can't write like this. Hopefully, I'll feel better soon. Thanks for your patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-116919387802359364?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/116919387802359364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=116919387802359364&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116919387802359364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116919387802359364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/01/saving-face-2-part-545.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 54.5'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-116830437489650596</id><published>2007-01-08T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T17:11:26.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already occupied going into the new year...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the chaos of the new years celebration finally winding down, Duong is finally able to sit back, relax, and enjoy the sounds of the birds chirping, leaves drifting through the crisp winter air .... and sway to the intrinsic arabian tunes, her latest fascination...  Oh what the heck!  Duong where are you!  No more ghost riding your new whip and come back!  All your loyal readers are waiting for an exciting new SF2 chapter, so git to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-116830437489650596?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/116830437489650596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=116830437489650596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116830437489650596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116830437489650596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/01/already-occupied-going-into-new-year.html' title='Already occupied going into the new year...'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-116764617504839861</id><published>2007-01-01T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:11:42.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My new year's resolution is to write more in this blog. I'm thankful that I have loyal readers that come back to visit. I really appreciate that you find my writing worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years! I wish you guys all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voipranker.com/Lingo/VoIP-Review.php" title="Lingo VoIP Review"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lingo VoIP Review" src="http://c.myspace.com/Groups/00008/27/55/8775572_l.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mstoolbox.com/myspace-music-codes.php" title="MySpace Music Codes"&gt;MySpace Music Codes&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.mstoolbox.com" title="MySpace"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mstoolbox.com" title="MySpace"&gt;ToolBox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-116764617504839861?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/116764617504839861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=116764617504839861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116764617504839861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116764617504839861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years!!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-116591811543738579</id><published>2006-12-12T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T03:04:04.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll write the rest of the chapter this week. But let me take the time out to write a simple poem about how I've been feeling. Thanks to everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; for the birthday wishes... I truly appreciate it. This is a little gift from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains me so...&lt;br /&gt;That you can easily let go.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;That it was meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a fool,&lt;br /&gt;For believing in love.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you're the fool,&lt;br /&gt;When push comes to shove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These trials and tribulations...&lt;br /&gt;Are supposed to strengthen our relations.&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is a mess,&lt;br /&gt;Because we have to endure all these tests.&lt;br /&gt;Tests of the mind,&lt;br /&gt;Tests of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;A test in life,&lt;br /&gt;A test of falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the real you,&lt;br /&gt;That's all you need to do.&lt;br /&gt;Unmask that facade,&lt;br /&gt;Let's end this charade.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our ups,&lt;br /&gt;And we've definitely had our downs.&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak...just listen to the sounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds from my chest&lt;br /&gt;Pumping, pulsing... trying to profess...&lt;br /&gt;I stutter, I quiver,&lt;br /&gt;Those words just won't come out clear.&lt;br /&gt;I care for you, I adore you...&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I love you...&lt;br /&gt;I do, I do, I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**End cheesy poem**&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will tide you guys over till I finish the next chapter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-116591811543738579?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/116591811543738579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=116591811543738579&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116591811543738579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116591811543738579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/12/let-go.html' title='Let go...'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-116537064808343081</id><published>2006-12-05T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:28:12.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 54</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Scene: All three glammed up ladies are sitting at the table. Wil looks uneasy in the presence of her ex-lover and her current lover. Both Vivian and Dawn catch up on things.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Ladies, excuse me for a bit. The little girl's room is calling me."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian excuses herself and quietly leaves the table for the restroom.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "So, Dr. Wilhelmina Pang... what have you been up to?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [exasperated sigh]: "Why do you feel the need to address me that way?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Sounds like someone didn't take her nap."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [sighs again]: "I'm sorry. I'm just on pins and needles every time you're around."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Why? You've seen me naked already. So, why would you be so nervous around me?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [with bulging eyes and quietly says]: "You know why... I don't need to spell it out for you, do I?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "This is boring me... can we talk about something more complex?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [pauses and looks at Dawn baffled]: "Complex? Aren't you being a little rude?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "I treat others how they treat me."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [saddened]: "I guess it was purely physical."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Whatever you say, Wil."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I thought we had something more and to think that I almost gave up Vivian for this."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Well, what's done is done. It's all in the past now."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Let's at least try to be civil when Vivian gets back."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn nods.]&lt;br /&gt;[Awkward long silence, till Vivian returns.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "So, did you guys catch up on things?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Yeah, we sure did."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "That was quite a restroom break you took there, Viv."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [laughs]: "Well, I have to clean out my stomach to chow down. [nudges Wil] You know, since Wil here is picking up the tab."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian and Dawn laugh together, while Wil hesitantly let's out a smile.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "I'm only kidding... The line to the ladies room was packed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The waitress comes back to get their orders.]&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: "How are you beautiful ladies doing this evening?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian and Dawn: "Fine, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [mumbles]: "Fine... I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-116537064808343081?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/116537064808343081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=116537064808343081&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116537064808343081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116537064808343081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/12/saving-face-2-part-54.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 54'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-116400939777449731</id><published>2006-11-19T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:21:56.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 53</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Scene: Wil is rushing to the train station and in a panic dials for Vivian on her cell phone.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil [out of breath]: "Hello? Vivian?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Hello. What's up, Wil?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Don't make dinner... Let's take Dawn out to a nice restaurant instead. It'll be my treat."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [confused]: "Oh. Okay. Why all of a sudden?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I'll explain it to you later. But I've already made reservations so call Dawn and tell her the change in plans."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [still confused]: "Is the restaurant upscale?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [panting]: "Uh... yeah. It is. So, dress formally. I'm rushing home right now. So, I'll see you in a bit."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Alright, I'll call Dawn now. Bye."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Bye."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil slides her train ticket through the entrance gate and runs through to catch the train home.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Arriving at the restaurant in a taxi, Vivian and Wil step out after a valet boy opens the door for them. They approach the podium inside the restaurant and the hostess is taken aback by the sheer beauty and sexiness that Vivian and Wil exude. Vivian is wearing a low cut black evening dinner dress and her hair is pulled up in a fashionable bun with several strands dangling which accentuate her soft delicate face. Wil opts for something less cumbersome and is dressed in a plain black business-like dress suit. Her hair is in curls thanks to Vivian.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hostess [in awe]: "Hi! How can I be of assistance?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [pulls back a stray hair that is front of her face]: "Yes, we have a reservation."&lt;br /&gt;Hostess [smiles]: "And the name, ma'am?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Pang. Wil Pang."&lt;br /&gt;Hostess [skims through the reservations]: "Yes... for a party of... [The hostess glances over at Vivian] ...3?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Yes, we're expecting one more person."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil smiles at Vivian and then at the hostess]&lt;br /&gt;Hostess [places her hand softly on Wil's shoulder and ushers them to a table]: "Right this way..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil and Vivian [sit down]: "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Hostess [smiles at Wil only]: "If you need anything... [winks at Wil] feel free to ask for me."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [smiles at a grumpy Vivian and looks back up at the hostess]: "Oh. Okay, thanks."&lt;br /&gt;[The hostess walks away].&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "She totally has the hots for you."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [dumbfounded]: "Who?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [nods her head in the direction of the hostess who is still eyeing Wil]: "The hostess."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "She was just being friendly."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Yeah. A little too friendly."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "It's just part of her job. Why... does it bother you?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [giggles]: "Well... you do look hot tonight. So, I can't blame her."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "OOookay... Me, hot? It's more like she's eyeing my sexy Vivian here."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [laughs]: "You're so naive, Wil. You don't have to be modest all the time."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Anyway, where's Dawn?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [looks at her watch]: "You know her, she's always fashionably late."&lt;br /&gt;[A shadow slowly approaches the table]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Speak of the devil..."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn leans towards Vivian and gives her a European kiss on both cheeks.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Sorry, girls. I didn't have anything formal to wear, so that's why I'm late."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn leans in towards Wil to do the same as she did with Vivian, but Wil hesitates and just hugs her.]&lt;br /&gt;[There's an awkward silence while Dawn is still standing]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[breaks the silence]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: "Well... aren't you two the sexy couple.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [laughs]: "Dawn, have a seat. Let's order, I'm starving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More comments = More writing by Duong ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-116400939777449731?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/116400939777449731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=116400939777449731&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116400939777449731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116400939777449731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/11/saving-face-2-part-53.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 53'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-116168313090157142</id><published>2006-10-24T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T02:50:41.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Lola: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rocky relationship and a Blossoming beginning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's funny and yet strange how "Saving Face" has changed my life outside of the internet. Not too long ago, I started writing this fan fiction out of boredom and most importantly out of love for the movie "Saving Face."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It started when my girlfriend (now ex-gf) of 5 years was in South Korea for 3 months, I struggled to keep myself busy. One day while watching the AZN Asian Excellence Awards on TV, I noticed a clip of 2 cute asian girls who were seemingly lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: "I dare you. I dare you to kiss me right here, in front of all these people."&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: "..."&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: [walks away]&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: "Vivian... but I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I knew that I had to watch this movie -- a decision that unknowingly would change my life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie religiously every day to fill that loneliness that I was feeling. "Saving Face" became my girlfriend for the next couple months. I didn't want the story to end. In my heart, these characters were real and so I started writing Saving Face 2. Writing about these characters made me feel alive and invigorated again. It also helped ease the pain I was experiencing from the loss of my mother and the absence of my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next couple of weeks, word was spreading about my fan fiction and readers flocked to my blog to see if the next chapter was up. It was a fun and exciting time (it still is). But when my girlfriend came back home, she was not amused with all of my extracurricular activities. She did not understand why I had put all of my time and effort into writing the blog. To her it was considered a complete waste of time since I wasn't getting paid for it (bastard!). I was saddened by her lack of support. Why couldn't she be happy about something that made me happy? I didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when my girlfriend was jealous because I was chatting with Lola.&lt;br /&gt;[duong]: My girlfriend's getting jealous because I'm chatting with you.&lt;br /&gt;[lola]: Really? Just tell her that she has nothing to worry about. I'm just a fellow Saving Face fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duong [talks to her girlfriend]: "See! Read this. You have nothing to worry about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, Lola and I would have to eat our own words. Saving Face rocked the stability of my 5 year relationship and perhaps by fate, it brought me into the arms of Lola.&lt;br /&gt;Strange side note: Lola was fascinated by Saving Face because her ex was a fan as well. Lola was only surfing Michelle's blog/chat that night in an attempt to figure out her ex and maybe herself? So is it fate or just a mere coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-116168313090157142?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/116168313090157142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=116168313090157142&amp;isPopup=true' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116168313090157142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116168313090157142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/10/dating-lola-part-2.html' title='Dating Lola: Part 2'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-116158742960713079</id><published>2006-10-23T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T02:03:55.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 52</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Scene: Wil is over at her Ma's beauty shop getting a facial and massage from her Ma, this was the best way of getting any helpful advice from her.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma [is seemingly concentrating on massaging Wil's back then in chinese]: "Something must be troubling you."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [face down]: "Why do you say that?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Your back is very stiff right here."&lt;br /&gt;[Ma hardly nudges her knuckle into Wil's upper back]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [squeals]: "Ow... that hurts."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil lifts herself up off the massage bench and rubs her back gingerly.]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [pushes Wil back down on the bench and in chinese]: "Let Ma fix it for you."&lt;br /&gt;[Ma begins a series of back massages on Wil.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [in a hazey state]: "Ma..."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [still concentrating on massaging and in chinese]: "What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I cheated on Vivian with my ex... Dawn."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [grumbling in chinese]: "You think I didn't know that? I knew that Dawn looked familiar."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I know. I'm sorry for not telling you earlier. I just felt very ashamed so I hid it from everyone."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [still grumbling in chinese]: "You better be ashamed... after all that Vivian's put up with. Now this..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Maybe you're not the person to talk to about this."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [calms down and very lovingly in chinese]: "Wilhelmina, my daughter... I'll tone it down and I'll try not to be biased. Please continue..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Okay. Thanks Ma. Well, Vivian found out by herself but after some time apart she wanted to give it another shot."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [nods approvingly and in chinese]: "That's good. And then?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "And... for some strange reason, Vivian wants to invite Dawn over for dinner tonight."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [shakes her head disapprovingly and in chinese]: "That's not good. And then?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "And then... I said yes."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "My dear Wil... when will you ever learn? It's as if you're inviting the devil over for dinner."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Huh? What do you mean by that?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Meaning... you're asking for trouble tonight. You must be attracted to danger."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Then what should I do Ma?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Aiyah... my poor daughter. Let me tell you this. Why don't you treat both of them to dinner at a public restaurant."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "How will that make things any better?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Do I have to tell you everything? If you have dinner at home, there's a better chance that a confrontation will happen. But, if you have dinner at a restaurant where it's not as private, your chances of trouble will decrease. It's a part of Asian culture. Don't cause a scene in a public arena -- because you have to SAVE FACE."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Okay, okay. I get the picture."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Now get dressed and call Vivian and Dawn to meet you a restaurant before it's too late."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil gets dressed and heads for the door, but she pauses for a minute and looks back at her Ma. Wil quickly walks to Ma and gives her a hug.]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [pats Wil's head and in chinese]: "You'll be okay, Wil."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Thanks for everything, Ma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Comments are good! It feeds my need to write more ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-116158742960713079?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/116158742960713079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=116158742960713079&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116158742960713079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116158742960713079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/10/saving-face-2-part-52.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 52'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-116096507508571985</id><published>2006-10-15T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:49:44.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Lola: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: I'm going to stray a little bit from the Saving Face storyline to tell you my recent dating journies. I'm using real names and places. These incidents "actually" happened to me... So, what's the point of writing this? I'm hoping to learn more about myself as a human and this is the first step in doing so. You could say that writing is a therapeutic way of expressing my emotions. Some of this may seem humorous, and some of this may sound fake -- but one thing I can tell you is that this is all real. If you would like to comment, please be my guest. Any insight that'll help me grow is more than welcome. So, without further ado, I open up my heart to you readers and delve into the scary world of "same-sex dating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;It's been exactly 5 months since I started "dating" a girl named **** (I gave her the nickname "Lola" -- so that's what I'll be referring her as). 5 months doesn't seem long but I've learned many things about myself -- good and bad. Let's start off by going back to day one -- the initial meeting. It wasn't an actual face-to-face meeting though. o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A chance chat with a curious and confused chatter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presume that many of you have heard of the asian-lesbian-romantic movie "Saving Face", right? We all love and adore the lead characters Wil and Vivian, but for some that adoration has been transferred onto the actresses that played these roles. One of the actresses being, Michelle Krusiec, who brought life into Wilhemina Pang. Not only is Michelle Krusiec talented, but she is beautiful as well... which is an added bonus ^_^V.&lt;br /&gt;If you've watched the movie and love(d) it, then you've visited Michelle's &lt;a href="http://michellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;fan-run blog&lt;/a&gt;, where Michelle blogs from time to time.  From my experience of visiting Michelle's blog, it's safe to say that a majority of the visitors are lesbian, bisexual or bi-curious (I lump confused girls into this bunch also. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: Confused girl = Someone who has experimented with another girl -- sexual or emotional -- but is confused about the whole situation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;). Anyway, the webmasters over at Michelle's blog held an online chat with none other than Michelle Krusiec, herself. But the day before this momentous event, a test chat room was created.............................&lt;br /&gt;It's always exciting to chat with people who have the same interests as you, and I'm no different. That night 20-30 minutes before the test chat was about to shut down, I logged in out of boredom and curiousity. Only 2 other random chatters were in the room -- a straight lady with perhaps some bi-curious feelings and a bi-curious/bi-confused girl from across the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a rough idea of how the chat played out (it's a super short version and I left out a lot things because my memory is iffy):&lt;br /&gt;[duong]: New user has logged in...&lt;br /&gt;[duong]: Hi guys, how are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;[lola]: Hi! I'm doing good. And you?&lt;br /&gt;[random person]: Blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;[duong]: Where are you guys from?&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;]: Bay area here.&lt;br /&gt;[random person]: Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;[duong]: Oh, cool. I'm in Oakland.&lt;br /&gt;[duong]: Are you straight, lez or bi?&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;]: ... [she's probably thinking... WTF.]&lt;br /&gt;[duong]: I'm bi here.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;]: Um... I'm still figuring things out.&lt;br /&gt;[webmaster]: The chat room will be closed soon.&lt;br /&gt;[duong]: God damnit, why so fast... argh.&lt;br /&gt;[random person]: Blah blah blah... [throughout the chat this person kept trying to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'s attention but failed miserably...MUAHHAHAH.]&lt;br /&gt;[duong]: Lola here's my MSN screenname. Add me so we can chat! amrayu@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;]: LOL. Okay, let me add you. I only use MSN for work, but I'll make an exception this time. :)&lt;br /&gt;[webmaster]: The chat room will close soon!&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;duong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;]: Okay, add me okay! Let's chat some more.&lt;br /&gt;[lola]: Okay!&lt;br /&gt;[duong]: Logs off.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;]: Logs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But for the next several days, we chatted non-stop. I could tell that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; was hungry for information about the world of a bisexual girl. And that my friends, is how "Dating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-116096507508571985?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/116096507508571985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=116096507508571985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116096507508571985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116096507508571985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/10/dating-lola-part-1.html' title='Dating Lola: Part 1'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-116041604633550299</id><published>2006-10-09T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:48:38.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone asked for this Married Man episode of Michelle Krusiec. I've uploaded it to rapid share. So... download it at this link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;****WARNING: The video might be a little explicit for some viewers!****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://rapidshare.de/files/36113434/married_man_s1_ep3.avi.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/36113434/married_man_s1_ep3.avi.html"&gt;Michelle Krusiec on Married Man Episode&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-116041604633550299?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/116041604633550299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=116041604633550299&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116041604633550299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116041604633550299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/10/randomness-2.html' title='Randomness 2'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-116002514563297156</id><published>2006-10-04T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:38:55.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 51</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Scene: Vivian and Wil are cuddled up in their bed under a large comforter. The sun beams through the cracks of the tree branches and reflects off of Vivian's delicate face. Vivian slowly wakes up and let's out a gentle yawn while stretching. Vivian gets off the bed and heads to the kitchen to brew some coffee. Disturbed by the vibrant rays of the sun, Wil buries her head into the pillow. Wil feels around for Vivian, but she's not there.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil [in a muffled voice, still under her pillow]: "Vivian? Vivian? Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;[Wil, with frazzled hair and beady little eyes, finally lifts her head off her pillow]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [in the kitchen... still]: "Yes??"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [brushes away some strands of hair from her face and smells the sweet aroma of coffee]: "Are you making coffee?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [slowly comes into the room with a hot steaming cup of coffee for Wil]: "Yes, coffee at your service, sir."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [places her hand on her throbbing head and takes a sip from the cup]: "Ah... this hits the spot."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [holds Wil from behind]: "Wil..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [blowing steam away from her cup of coffee]: "Hm?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [tightly hugs Wil]: "Let's invite Dawn over for dinner tonight."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [chokes on her coffee and sprays it out of her mouth]: "What?!"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil places her cup down on the night stand and coughs uncontrollably.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [pats and rubs Wil's back]: "Are you okay, hun?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [wipes her face with her hands]: "I'm fine..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [initially shocked at Wil's reaction and then she slyly looks at Wil]: "That was a big reaction..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [heads to the bathroom and nervously says]: "Well... um... the sun hit my eye, then I choked because I think the coffee went down the wrong pipe and uh..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [is lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling while playing with her hair]: "Sure, Wil... You don't have to play dumb with me. I already know the whole story."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [washes her hands]: "What? I'm not playing dumb."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Anyway, stop trying to change the subject. So, how 'bout it?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "How 'bout what?" [Wil looks at herself in the mirror and pretends to hang herself with an imaginary rope].&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [frustrated]: "Dinner with Dawn...!"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Oh... that. Sure... why don't you call her."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [hops off the bed gleefully, grabs the phone and walks towards Wil]: "Okay! Lemme call her now."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [in a sarcastic tone]: "Greeeaaattttt... I'm looking forward to it." [Vivian turns around and Wil pretends to shoot herself in the head with her hand.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [turns back around]: "Did you say something?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [nervously chuckles and tidies her unkempt hair]: "Oh, nothing. It'll be good to see Dawn again." [Wil gives Vivian a fake smile.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [gently ushers Wil back to the room]: "Go drink the rest of your coffee before it gets cold."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil drags her feet on the hard wood floors and plops herself face down into the bed... all the while thinking that the last person she wanted to see was Dawn.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Comments are good! It feeds my need to write more ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-116002514563297156?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/116002514563297156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=116002514563297156&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116002514563297156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/116002514563297156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/10/saving-face-2-part-51.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 51'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115891140364087567</id><published>2006-09-22T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:53:17.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okonomiyaki!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, sorry for the lack of updates. I'll be continuing the storyline for Saving Face real soon.&lt;br /&gt;I don't consider myself a cook. I hate cooking because there's so many steps involved... grocery shopping, preparation (I don't mind this part), actual cooking (sometimes it doesn't turn out good), and DISHES -- I hate dishes! So, today was out of the ordinary for me, because I actually wanted to cook for myself. o_0&lt;br /&gt;After slicing, dicing and mixing I created this dish below and ate it in 10 minutes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img77.imageshack.us/img77/6507/0921062159aj8.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mixture consists of flour, soy sauce, dashi (soup stock), eggs, pork slices, and cabbage. Other toppings can be added depending on your tastes. Sprinkled on top is dried bonito and seaweed flakes. The brown sauce is Okonomiyaki sauce and the white sauce is Kewpie Mayonaise -- Japanese mayo is 100% better than American mayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115891140364087567?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115891140364087567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115891140364087567&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115891140364087567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115891140364087567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/09/okonomiyaki.html' title='Okonomiyaki!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115794627357610717</id><published>2006-09-10T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:11:50.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynn Chen Personal Message to Fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know this blog is titled "I love Michelle Krusiec", but I'm a fan of Lynn Chen as well. How can you not love that adorable little face of hers? So, I want to thank Regina for supplying this video clip and some pictures of her interview with Lynn Chen. Below are the goodies. Enjoy! (I'll write up a transcript of the video clip soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7yxdT8IA7r4"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7yxdT8IA7r4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/7914/lynnchen1sq8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/6430/lynnchen2pf1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks again to Regina for allowing me to post these goodies up for you guys to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian... Oops I mean Lynn Chen: "Uh... Hi! [giggles] Hi, everyone. This is Lynn Chen. Coming to you uh... from the beautiful Westin hotel in Los Angeles... right by the airport.&lt;br /&gt;You should come here some time, it's really lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am sitting here after doing an interview with Icon Magazine. &lt;br /&gt;And you should all check it out.&lt;br /&gt;There's some people walking by right now being very loud. [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;Uh... I just wanted to say hi and thank you all for your support. &lt;br /&gt;And um... hopefully, you'll be hearing about my upcoming TV show soon. &lt;br /&gt;And hopefully it'll start. It's called the Singles Table. It's on NBC. &lt;br /&gt;And uhh... that's it. [blows a kiss] Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115794627357610717?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115794627357610717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115794627357610717&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115794627357610717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115794627357610717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/09/lynn-chen-personal-message-to-fans.html' title='Lynn Chen Personal Message to Fans'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115743858025684662</id><published>2006-09-04T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:00:28.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 50</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Scene: After several hours of enjoying each others presence, Wil and Vivian are on the couch naked. Vivian is spooning Wil.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Vivian?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [answers in a sleepy voice]: "Yes, Wil?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Did you miss me?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [chuckles]: "What kind of question is that?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [very meekly]: "Hm... Vivian... I missed you a lot."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [nuzzles her nose into the back of Wil's neck and softly kisses it]: "Aw... I missed you too."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Vivian?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [with her eyes closed]: "Hm?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I'm sorry... for..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [gently squeezes Wil]: "Shhh... I already know."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "But... I have something that I need to tell you."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [places the side of her cheek onto Wil's shoulder]: "Okay... go ahead."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Wait... I need to turn around and tell you face to face."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [sighs]: "Okay, hurry up and turn around."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil and Vivian shift awkwardly in the small confines of the couch until they are face to face. Both Wil and Vivian have their arms draped on each others bodies.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [exhales]: "Vivian Shing..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Yes, Doctor Wilhelmina Pang."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Vivian Shing... I've done you wrong."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [giggles]: "Yup, you've been a very naughty girl."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Vivian, I'm trying to be serious here. Just hear me out."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Okay, okay. Go on..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Vivian Shing. It was wrong of me to keep things from you. I want to make things right again. I can't undo what's been done and my only regret was not telling you in the first place. I was scared of hurting you but now I realize that not telling you hurt you more. I've been selfish and inconsiderate... and I will change because you bring out the best in me. My life's a complete mess without you."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil slowly gets on top of Vivian.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Vivian... will you make me the luckiest person in this world by being my lover... [Wil kisses Vivian's forehead] ...my best friend... [Wil kisses Vivian's left cheek] ...my confidant... [Wil kisses Vivian's right cheek] ...and my companion?&lt;br /&gt;[Slight pause...]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [hugs Wil abruptly with tears rushing down her cheeks]: "When did you get so cheesy, Wil?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "What? Why are you answering a question with a question?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [with tears of joy... Vivian laughs]: "Aw... my silly Wil. My answer is yes. YES!"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [smiles and grabs Vivian's face with both of her hands]: "You don't know how happy I am to hear that."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil softly kisses Vivian's luscious lips.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [shouts]: "Vivian Shing! I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [shouts]: "I love you, too... Doctor Pang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment or die! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering on ending the story here. But that doesn't mean it's the end of my blog. I will start blogging about uhh my complicated love life... which some have said is very interesting (most of Saving Face 2 that I've written here is based on my past experiences). So... comment or die! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also one blog reader has some goodies to share with us soon (about Lynn). So, look foward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115743858025684662?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115743858025684662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115743858025684662&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115743858025684662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115743858025684662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/09/saving-face-2-part-50.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 50'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115640804065139284</id><published>2006-08-24T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:42:42.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the end!!! I've been a little busy, so I haven't had a chance to finish this off yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini-Update: Last Saturday I got 2 tattoos in memory of my mom. Here's one of them. This is located on my right inner wrist. This picture is a little off-centered. ~_~ The other one is on the back of my neck. I'll post pics of that one later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img326.imageshack.us/img326/7756/0830061034copyzo3.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to write in a bit. :) Sorry to keep you guys waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115640804065139284?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115640804065139284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115640804065139284&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115640804065139284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115640804065139284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/08/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115581805414626626</id><published>2006-08-17T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T07:09:09.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 49</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, I've been feeling blue. So... to get my mind off of things, I went running at Lake Merritt here in Oakland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lake Merritt is 3.4 miles in circumference! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lakemerrittinstitute.org/lmi_pic_031.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While running pass the bustling cars and the towering skyscrapers, it helped me put things into perspective. Why or who has been making me feeling like shit, you ask? Someone who I have a romantic interest in. Why? Perhaps, our personalities clash. I'm very straight-foward and open with my feelings. Unfortunately, most Asians aren't raised this way. I have a big heart and I'm willing to take chances in this thing we call love. But I am very frustrated with how things have turned out.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've cleared my mind, onto Saving Face! Thanks for the suggestions in the previous post, I really appreciate the support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Some brief scenes of Wil running on the sidewalk, Wil standing up in the train impatiently looking at her watch, and finally Wil skipping in front of the apartment. Wil abruptly opens the door to find Vivian sitting on the couch.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [a little caught off guard and raises her palm up]: "Hi, Vivian."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [in a sudden burst of tears, runs and hugs Wil]: "Wil!"&lt;br /&gt;[Moment of silence...]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [doesn't know what to do with her arms]: "Hm... Vivian, it's okay."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [in a muffled voice]: "I've mi... ya..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [tightly hugs onto Vivian and places her face next to Vivian's]: "Hm, I can't hear you, Viv."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [pulls away from Wil and wipes her tears away]: "I miss you, Wil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****WARNING: Sexual content coming up!****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wil draws closer to Vivian and gently holds Vivian's hands.&lt;br /&gt;Inching closer and closer, Wil moistens her lips as Vivian closes her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;In a sudden explosion of emotions and raw sexual tension, Wil and Vivian kiss each other slowly and deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Still kissing and caressing each other, Wil ushers Vivian slowly onto the couch. Wil lays Vivian flat onto the couch and climbs on top of Vivian, straddling her.&lt;br /&gt;Wil hovering over Vivian, places her hands on Vivian's waist.&lt;br /&gt;Wil silently looks at Vivian for approval.&lt;br /&gt;With a glowing smile on her face, Vivian nods her head.&lt;br /&gt;Wil then proceeds to lift Vivian's shirt up and off her body.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian raises half of her body up and does the same to Wil.&lt;br /&gt;Wil begins to massage Vivian's chest gently, as Vivian's body moves in harmony with Wil's.&lt;br /&gt;While moving up closer to Vivian's face, Wil kisses every inch of Vivian on her way up.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian slithers and softly moans at every little kiss that lands on her body.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian attempts to touch Wil's breasts, but Wil slowly grabs Vivian's hands and holds them down on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;Wil leans in and kisses Vivian's lips.&lt;br /&gt;The passion, the love, and the excitement... Wil and Vivian's bodies and souls melt into one.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, nothing around them and nothing in the past seemed significant.&lt;br /&gt;Because all that mattered, was the present.&lt;br /&gt;Being here together at this point in time and experiencing true happiness, this is what being in love feels like.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Comments are good! It feeds my need to write more ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115581805414626626?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115581805414626626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115581805414626626&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115581805414626626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115581805414626626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/08/saving-face-2-part-49.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 49'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115567614436021388</id><published>2006-08-15T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:09:04.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115567614436021388?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115567614436021388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115567614436021388&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115567614436021388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115567614436021388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad-mood.html' title='Sad mood.'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115511210862386809</id><published>2006-08-09T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:06:01.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 48</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Scene: A couple of days later... Wil heads down to the usual vending machine to grab a snack. She unexpectedly finds a note taped up with her name written on it in ink.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [grabs the note and quickly opens it]: "This must be from Vivian!"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil moves her eyes back and forth reading as if her life depended on every single written word.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Wil, first thank you for the letter and the rose. It was an unexpected yet pleasant surprise. I've decided to meet with you so we can talk. I'll be waiting at the apartment at 8PM tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Love... Vivian."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [scratches her head]: "Am I reading this right?"&lt;br /&gt;[While reading the note again, Wil paces back and forth in the small corridor in front of the vending machine.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [talking to herself]: "Wow! I get to see Vivian tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil excitedly hugs the note close to her chest.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Several hours later, Wil humming happily prances around the locker room. Wil's co-worker notices this sudden mood change in Wil and laughs.]&lt;br /&gt;Co-worker: "Aren't you something. You're happy for a change."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [with a cheesy smile]: "Yes, I'm very happy! I get to see Vivian tonight."&lt;br /&gt;Co-worker: "You little devil. [Wil's co-worker slaps Wil on her ass.] How'd you manage that?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [rubs her ass]: "Oww... [Wil and her co-worker laugh] I don't know, I guess it was that letter that I wrote."&lt;br /&gt;Co-worker: "Ah... Well, good luck tonight, tiger."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil's co-worker winks and pats Wil's back for support.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Comments are good! It feeds my need to write more ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saving Face fans, I recommend that you watch the anime "Nana." It's currently airing in Japan, but you can find fansubbed episodes of Nana at &lt;a href="http://www.animesuki.com/"&gt;Animesuki.com&lt;/a&gt; via Bittorrent links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana is a tale of 2 best friends that live in a flat together in Tokyo. Their story is one of a deep love and friendship which many females have experienced at least once in their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in middle school, I had a best friend that I loved very much. I'm guessing that was the start of when I questioned my sexuality. But the love that I had for my best friend was nothing sexual and it was purely emotional. Delicate, tender, and innocent... are words that would best describe my love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watching Nana evoked many of these past memories out of me. It is very refreshing at this moment in my life, since I'm feeling a little jaded from all this "LOVE" mumbo jumbo aka. nonsense. Many thanks to Kelly for introducing "Nana" to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/9866/nana1zo8.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite scenes from episode 12.&lt;br /&gt;Hachi: "My dream is to have a house with a big backyard."&lt;br /&gt;Nana: "When I become a famous singer, I'll build a house for you."&lt;br /&gt;Hachi [talking to herself]: "If Nana was a guy, I bet the romance we had would have lasted a whole lifetime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img159.imageshack.us/img159/9996/nana2gb2.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww... Nana is taking care of Hachi after her bf broke up with her. T_T (Don't think anything nasty or perverted from this screen cap! They aren't having sex.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115511210862386809?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115511210862386809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115511210862386809&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115511210862386809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115511210862386809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/08/saving-face-2-part-48.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 48'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115457198843030270</id><published>2006-08-02T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:06:10.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 47</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Scene [Vivian is eagerly concentrating on Wil's letter.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [reading to herself outloud]: "You know that I'm not eloquent with words and how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; hard it is for me to share my feelings... but I'll make this short and to the point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are many reasons why I've kept the past a secret from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The number 1 reason is because I didn't want to hurt you. I now realize that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; it must've hurt more to find out on your own. Again I'm truly sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I've taken advantage of the fact that you've always been there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I'm madly and deeply in love with you and I can't see myself without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; All I know is that I want to spend the rest of my life with the person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that I can't live without... and that person is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hopefully you'll reconsider and we can attempt to sort things out. If you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to postpone the ceremony, let me know and I'll handle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Vivian exhales and inhales heavily.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Cut Scene to Wil: Wil is now sitting on the train staring aimlessly out of the window with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; her eyes bloodshot and with a loose ponytail.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Cut Scene to Vivian: Vivian is standing at the kitchen table and pours milk into her bowl of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; cereal. Vivian's eyes wanders over to the rose and the letter which are resting on the coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; table. Vivian's eyes get teary and suddenly her bowl of cereal is overfilled with milk.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "Shoot!" [Vivian places the milk carton on the table and cleans up the mess with a rag.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mrs. Shing: "Vivian? What's wrong hun?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [quickly wipes her eyes and tears]: "Oh, it's nothing mom. Clumsy me, I just spilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; some milk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mrs. Shing [comes over to Vivian and places her arm around her daughter's shoulder]: "Are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; thinking about it again? I can see it all over your face. Don't cry over spilled milk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [exhales and begins blubbering like a baby the moment her mom asks]: "I don't know what to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do mom. I really miss Wil and I can't stand how things are right now between her and I."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mrs. Shing [hugs her daughter firmly and pats her head]: "Don't you worry, everything will work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in the end. You two were meant to be together, just have faith, okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [looks up at her mom with tears streaming down her cheeks]: "Do you really think so, mom?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mrs. Shing: "Yes, I think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Is anyone reading still? I don't see any comments... T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115457198843030270?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115457198843030270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115457198843030270&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115457198843030270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115457198843030270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/08/saving-face-2-part-47.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 47'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115442484838919049</id><published>2006-08-01T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:06:17.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Michelle EVENT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just read some news that Michelle will be receiving an award in LA on August 19. Isn't Michelle the busy-body this summer! But being the true Michelle Krusiec fan, I must attend the event to support her. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else planning on going?&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link for more information: &lt;a href="http://tap.tacl.org/"&gt;http://tap.tacl.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Duong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. Sorry that I haven't written in this blog in awhile. Work was super busy for me last week... this week is a normal work week for me. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115442484838919049?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115442484838919049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115442484838919049&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115442484838919049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115442484838919049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-michelle-event.html' title='Another Michelle EVENT!!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115380315801649920</id><published>2006-07-24T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:57:18.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Cruel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="etBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; It's been a little bit more than a month that my mom has passed away... but somehow it feels like she's still here with me. I guess a part of me doesn't want to believe that she's physically not here any longer, and another part of me realizes the brutal reality that I won't ever see her again. What I've learned is that life is cruel and short. We take many things for granted and never learn to appreciate them until it's out of our grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was a wonderful woman--yes, I know that everyone says that about someone when they pass away... but my mother was truly an incredible woman. She was someone that I strived to be--smart, loving, supportive, caring, and most importantly selfless. In essence, she died creating a future for her 10 children. From out of the welfare-supported housing systems, to a brand new 5 bedroom house (her room has a lounge area and a fireplace!), she accomplished everything on her own after my father left over 10 years ago. 1992 was the year my father left out of his own free will. Yes, he was the breadwinner and my mom was a lowly homemaker. So, he practically left us 10 children and my mother for dead. 2005 -- thirteen years later, in a cruel twist of fate, we lose our mother as well. Ten children now orphans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was barely a year after my mother had settled in with a new house, new car, new business when we found out that her constant hospital visits was from the results of cancer. It was an aggressive and progressive cancer which has no known origin. The doctor claimed that her life expectancy was 2 months to a year. I didn't want to hear such stupid calculations on my mom's life. Who is the doctor to say that she has only a year to live! Is he God? No, but maybe this was my own insane reasoning to not deal with the facts. On the day of her death, I sat there next to her deathbed and watched her slowly lose consciousness. She was breathing with only 1 lung because the other was filled with liquid from the cancer. Eventually, her other lung gave out and her breathing became more shallow. My older sister and I yelled at her to breathe! She took a few breaths and I saw the color in her face turn purple... that's when I knew that she was already slipping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a month and seven days after, I take this time out to blog about her and share my feelings for all to read which I promised (and wanted) to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, where ever you are right now, I hope that you have found happiness and eternal peace because you deserve it. Our pain and loss will last for the rest of our lives, but the memories that you have left us will keep us going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This is a reposting of a blog that I wrote a month after my mother passed away. I wanted to repost this to show you that I'm not strong all the time. We all have weaknesses and we just have different ways of showing them and different ways of concealing them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115380315801649920?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115380315801649920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115380315801649920&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115380315801649920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115380315801649920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-is-cruel.html' title='Life is Cruel'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115372874283360888</id><published>2006-07-24T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:13:32.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you a lot. I try to go on with my life as the strong person that I should be. But at times I fail. What am I looking for in life right now? Love? Friendship? Companionship? Lust? I don't even know anymore. Everything is a complete blur of emotions. I crave to be loved unconditionally because that's how my love for a person is... unconditional. Isn't that a simple thing to ask of someone in this world? Maybe it's too much to ask of anyone. Some say that unconditional love only exists within your family... if so, that means that I'm destined to live my life lonely and without love.&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is desparately searching for that right person. Have I found that person? The optimist in me would like to think that it were true.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a simple thing. When you're in love, you want to see that person everyday. When you're in love, you listen to everything that that person says carefully. When you're in love, you think of that person constantly. When you're in love, you don't doubt that person's feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;But why do some make love so complicated. It makes me sad to think that people would toy with the love that I give to them.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is torn. Am I not good enough? Am I inadequate? Am I unfit to be someone's lover? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is time for me to give up. I don't deserve this. No one deserves this. I wouldn't want to wish this upon anyone, because you question yourself... where did all these insecurities come from? Where did my self-confidence run off to? Your heart feels like a ton of bricks, your head is throbbing from pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write anymore and I'd rather not write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is an escape from these horrible feelings. Once I close my eyes, everything I feel now is just a distant memory. In my dreams, reality isn't as harsh and for a brief moment before I open my eyes again, I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115372874283360888?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115372874283360888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115372874283360888&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115372874283360888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115372874283360888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/07/letter.html' title='A Letter'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115368977389221047</id><published>2006-07-23T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:50:07.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 46</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Wil is sitting at her dinner table with her hair in a big mess and blood-shot eyes. With a pencil and a paper in hand, Wil scribbles onto the paper indecisive in her choice of words.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [talking to herself]: "My Dearest Vivian... Hm... that sounds kinda cheesy. [Wil erases the words My Dearest with the eraser on the pencil.]&lt;br /&gt;Hm... My one and only Vivian? Uh... no that's lame also. [Wil taps her head in deep thought.]&lt;br /&gt;I know! [Wil scribbles on the paper quickly.] There! Dear Vivian... that has a nice ring to it.&lt;br /&gt;[Wil talks to herself as she is writing the letter.]&lt;br /&gt;First, I would like to apologize for all the heartache that I've caused. I don't know what to say to you Vivian, but all I know is that I love you. What I did is inexcusable and I should have never lied to you..."&lt;br /&gt;[Fade to Vivian who is preparing a bowl of cereal.]&lt;br /&gt;[There's a buzz at the door. Vivian looks up at the door.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "I wonder who that is."&lt;br /&gt;[Some footsteps quickly walk away from the door.]&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian opens the door to find a single rose and an envelope with her name on it.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [yells]: "Wil?!"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil is outside of the building, walking on the sidewalk but she hears Vivian yelling her name. For an instant Wil turns around. But she turns back around to walk to the station.]&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian runs down the stairs to see if she can catch Wil. But she doesn't see her.]&lt;br /&gt;[With the envelope in one hand and the rose in the other, Vivian takes a seat at a bench outside of the building.]&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian takes a whiff of the rose and places it on her lap. Then she opens the envelope.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "My Dearest Vivian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115368977389221047?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115368977389221047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115368977389221047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115368977389221047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115368977389221047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/07/saving-face-2-part-46.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 46'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115346658319066446</id><published>2006-07-21T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:47:53.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle LA Trip "Boogie Woogie!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What the faWk... I'm drunk already and we didn't even have dinner yet!&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Are you two together?"&lt;br /&gt;[Michelle looks at Duong and Stella.]&lt;br /&gt;[Duong looks up at Michelle in bewilderment.]&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "What do you mean together?"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "You know, together TOGETHER."&lt;br /&gt;Duong: [chuckles] "I guess so."&lt;br /&gt;Stella: "Hm... we're still figuring things out."&lt;br /&gt;[Duong rolls her eyes at Stella.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Oh. Well, you two look cute together."&lt;br /&gt;[Duong laughs.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Well, if you guys need anything throughout the night, let me know."&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "Okay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/4535/drunk1yt8.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/6636/outsideli0.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70's music! Time to boogie woogie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/5580/dance1nu8.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Michelle in the background?! I got to see her like this the whole night! I tapped her once and she started dancing with me too. Wheeeeeeee!! BEST NIGHT EVAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/1273/michelledance1pv9.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/6596/michelledance2nh4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/6161/duongmichellebp7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The DJ stops playing music and Michelle sees us leaving.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Are you guys taking off now?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "Yup."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Well, thank you again for coming! It was a lot of fun. And thank you for coming all the way from San Francisco to support me.&lt;br /&gt;[Michelle gives Duong and Stella a hug.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Bye, Stella."&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "Whoa! You remembered her name? Do you remember mine?"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Yeah, it's Duong, right?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "Wow..."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Well, it was nice meeting you."&lt;br /&gt;Stella: "No problem."&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "We'll always support you!"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Aww... you're too sweet."&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "Can I take one more picture with you?"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Right now?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "But I'm all sweaty from dancing."&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "It's okay! I'm sweaty too!"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Do I really have to?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "Come on! I drove all the way from San Francisco to meet you!"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Okay, okay. You're like an army... too convincing."&lt;br /&gt;[Stella takes a picture of a sweaty Duong and Michelle.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Can I see?"&lt;br /&gt;[Michelle takes a look at the preview of the picture she just took.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Oh, okay. It didn't turn out that bad."&lt;br /&gt;[Duong leans in for another hug... that's right! That's hug number 2!&lt;br /&gt;Michelle happily hugs Duong again.]&lt;br /&gt;[Duong points at Stella who is still drinking.]&lt;br /&gt;Duong [to Michelle]: "Stella is drunk!"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Oh, who is driving?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "I am."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Did you drink too?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "I did but I'm okay."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Oh, if you guys can't drive back to your hotel, I would be your driver."&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "It's okay. I only had a cup or two."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Okay, be safe and have a safe drive back to San Francisco!"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "We will."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Nice meeting you! Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;Duong and Stella: "BYE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... This is the last post for the Michelle LA Trip. Thanks for sticking around! I'll also try to finish off this fanfic soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uploaded the Michelle video again. The video is semi in sync and at least you get to hear Michelle's "bye". Thanks Alien... I forgot that Photobucket does images too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed width="352" height="308" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://s57.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid57.photobucket.com/albums/g211/amrayu/mk_la_trip_message.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="352" height="308" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://s57.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid57.photobucket.com/albums/g211/amrayu/mk_la_trip_dancing.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final video of Michelle dancing... sorry it's so dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115346658319066446?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115346658319066446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115346658319066446&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115346658319066446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115346658319066446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/07/michelle-la-trip-boogie-woogie.html' title='Michelle LA Trip &quot;Boogie Woogie!&quot;'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115323926245321608</id><published>2006-07-18T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:25:03.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle LA Trip "Michelle Plays Host"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm just going to post pictures now. I'll add captions later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img127.imageshack.us/img127/5659/mk1yo2.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img414.imageshack.us/img414/4423/mk2fl1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img414.imageshack.us/img414/2374/mk3ni7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/2861/table1cl6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the arrangement at each of the tables. Each chair had a free goodie bag. Isn't it such a cozy and intimate setting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/1914/table2dj7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shot before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img71.imageshack.us/img71/6064/watertr0.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above shot is of Michelle pouring water for me. I'm the goofy one to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Is there anything that I can get for you guys?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: [desparately looks around for something.] "Uh..."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "How about more water?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "Okay!"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Do you just want one bottle? Or three?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "I think three will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Okay, I'll be right back."&lt;br /&gt;[Michelle brings back a large bottle of water instead to pour into our glasses.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "See, don't you like that I'm serving you?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: [nods her head in total agreement] "Yes! I have to take total advantage of it." [Duong has an evil grin on her face.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: [laughs] "I'm really glad that you guys came. Tell me if you need anything else, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: Will do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YC5wPNgCfRc"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YC5wPNgCfRc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "GO!"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: [chuckles] "Hey, everybody! It's Michelle Krusiec.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, that I haven't talked to anybody in a long time but I'm doing a movie here in Los Angeles called "Live." It stars Eva Mendes. And uh... you can see me in it. And it'll probably be out in a year. And then I have another film that's coming out and I'll be shooting really soon but I can't tell you quite yet. So, stay tuned and hopefully something will be official in about a month. Okay! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;[A shy Michelle ducks her head all the way to the right to tell Duong to stop recording. AWWW... isn't she cute?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse the video... Youtube.com messed up the audio, so it doesn't sync up. I'll try to find a better place to host it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115323926245321608?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115323926245321608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115323926245321608&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115323926245321608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115323926245321608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/07/michelle-la-trip-michelle-plays-host.html' title='Michelle LA Trip &quot;Michelle Plays Host&quot;'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115294591720213988</id><published>2006-07-14T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:15:58.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle LA Trip "The Initial Meeting"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Initial Meeting:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As I slowly and nervously approached the podium to give the donation to Apartment A, I saw Michelle standing there grinning and welcoming us.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am receiving a receipt for the tax deductible donation that I just made. I wonder why my smile is so big... oh shit... because Michelle Krusiec is standing right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/8674/geekyduong1km7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Welcome to A Hot Summer Night in St. Tropez!"&lt;br /&gt;Duong [total shock]: "........"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "How did you hear about this event?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong [in a cute and awkward gesture, she holds up her Saving Face DVD, DVD insert sleeve, and a sharpie to cover her own face from Michelle's enticing eyes.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle [realizes that Duong is one of her fans]: "Oh! You came for me?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong [nods her head and hands Michelle the DVD sleeve and sharpie to sign].&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Where should I sign?" [Michelle points to her likeness on the insert]&lt;br /&gt;Duong [nods her head in agreement].&lt;br /&gt;Michelle [signs the insert quickly].&lt;br /&gt;Duong [pulls out the DVD for Michelle to sign again].&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Right here?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong [nods her head in agreement]: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Here you go. Thank you for attending. Where did you guys come from?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "I drove all the way down from San Francisco to see you!"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Really? Wow! Thank you so much for coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5656/geekyduong2po4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duong [in shock pulls out her camera.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Do you want to take a picture?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong [nods her head]: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle gently places her hand on Duong's shoulder and ushers her towards the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Let's go over here to take the picture."&lt;br /&gt;Duong [faints... JUST KIDDING! I didn't faint.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle [talks to the photographer]: "Can you take a picture of us?"&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: "Sure."&lt;br /&gt;[The photographer takes a picture with her camera.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle [talks to the photographer and some other members of the theater group]: "They came all the way from San Francisco to see me!"&lt;br /&gt;Members: "Oh, wow!"&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Do you want to use your camera too?"&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "Yes." [Duong hands the camera to the photographer and she snaps the picture.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle [talks to Dimwit]: "Do you want to use your camera too?"&lt;br /&gt;Dimwit: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;[Photographer has a little bit of trouble with the camera.]&lt;br /&gt;Dimwit: "You have to wait awhile, the camera is slow."&lt;br /&gt;[Photographer snaps a pic. But Dimwit wants another picture.]&lt;br /&gt;Dimwit: "Can you take another one?"&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/9932/geekgroup1mr5.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/5577/geekgroup2fx6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/2111/geekgroup3sm5.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;[Thanks to Dimwit for most of these pictures. Opps Michelle blinked in that last pic there.]&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: "Well, thank you so much for coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come! This might take awhile because I want to remember every single detail. o_0&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys enjoy reading it though. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115294591720213988?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115294591720213988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115294591720213988&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115294591720213988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115294591720213988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/07/michelle-la-trip-initial-meeting.html' title='Michelle LA Trip &quot;The Initial Meeting&quot;'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115281224663766161</id><published>2006-07-13T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T10:37:26.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Takes Out The Trash Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here's some more pictures before the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle is a team player! She'll take out the trash and serve you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3373/michellegarbage22ny.jpg" border="0" width="350" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shots with her theater group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/2471/michellegroup10ej.jpg" border="0" width="350" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A zoomed in shot of Michelle... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/7451/michellegroup25si.jpg" border="0" width="350" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come when I get more time tonight. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115281224663766161?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115281224663766161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115281224663766161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115281224663766161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115281224663766161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/07/michelle-takes-out-trash-part-2.html' title='Michelle Takes Out The Trash Part 2'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115272719831601437</id><published>2006-07-12T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:06:22.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Takes Out The Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes! Michelle takes out the trash just like us normal people!! LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/6226/michellegarbage9zy.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating with more pictures tonight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/3993/duongt7lj.jpg" border="0" width="350" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and someone chilling at the event. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115272719831601437?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115272719831601437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115272719831601437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115272719831601437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115272719831601437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/07/michelle-takes-out-trash.html' title='Michelle Takes Out The Trash'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115263897105007989</id><published>2006-07-11T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:31:02.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day three? Michelle Krusiec's fundraising event!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day three...&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Okay, someone messed up my numbering and threw me off track.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, over the weekend myself and 2 others drove down to Los Angeles to attend Michelle Krusiec's Theater Company's annual fundraising event.&lt;br /&gt;We saw Michelle throughout the WHOLE night! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit tired still and finally reformatted my computer. After my pc is all set up today, I'll be posting pictures and some other goodies from the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Duong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115263897105007989?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115263897105007989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115263897105007989&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115263897105007989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115263897105007989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-three-michelle-krusiecs.html' title='Day three? Michelle Krusiec&apos;s fundraising event!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115222103896390889</id><published>2006-07-06T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:25:14.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Two... &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115222103896390889?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115222103896390889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115222103896390889&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115222103896390889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115222103896390889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-two.html' title='Day two...'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115216525084332665</id><published>2006-07-05T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:54:10.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day one. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115216525084332665?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115216525084332665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115216525084332665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115216525084332665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115216525084332665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-one.html' title='Day one...'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115206898873079414</id><published>2006-07-04T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T02:41:18.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 45</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 44.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Vivian has left Wil and is staying at her Mom's. Wil is still in shock sitting next to Sammy who is watching cartoons.]&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [stands up on the couch to hug Wil's head]: "Wil, don't be sad."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [sobbing and kisses Sammy's little hand]: "Thanks Sammy."&lt;br /&gt;[There's a knock at the door.]&lt;br /&gt;Voice [yelling through the door in Chinese]: "Samantha, I'm here to pick you up! Let's go home!"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [hops off of the sofa and runs to the door and yells in Chinese]: "Ma? Let me open the door!"&lt;br /&gt;[Sammy opens the door and let's Ma in.]&lt;br /&gt;[Sammy pulls on Ma's sleeve and Ma leans down to listen to Sammy. Sammy whispers something into Ma's ear.]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Wil? What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [wipes her tears away and looks over at Ma]: "Vivian left me. What will I do now, Ma?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [comes over and hugs Wil and in chinese says]: "It'll be okay. Why is my daughter so stupid when it comes to matters of the heart."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [starts sobbing again]: "Ma!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [hugs Wil from the other side]: "Don't be mean to Vivian. I like her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Vivian is at her mom's house curled up on the couch sipping tea next to her mom.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "What should I do, mom?"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Shing: "Vivian, just give it some time."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "I know but... does she still love me even though she's been lying all this time?"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Shing: "I believe that Wil still loves you very much."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "If you love someone you don't lie to them."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Shing: "Sometimes people lie because they are afraid of losing something important."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "But now... she could lose me either way."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Shing: "Perhaps she hid this secret from you because she didn't want to hurt you."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [leans against her mom's shoulder]: "I don't know, mom. Can we not talk about this till tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Shing [pats her daughter's head]: "Of course, you need to get some rest."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Thanks, mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115206898873079414?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115206898873079414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115206898873079414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115206898873079414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115206898873079414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/07/saving-face-2-part-45.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 45'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115146924606005366</id><published>2006-06-27T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T01:02:25.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 44</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 43.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Wil and Vivian are still in the room arguing.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [glares at Wil]: "Is there anything else... tell me now or we'll have to reconsider this commitment ceremony."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "No, no, no. We don't need to reconsider. [Wil rushes to Vivian and grabs her hands.] I love you Vivian. Can't we work this out?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [pushes Wil's hands away]: "Honestly, I don't know Wil."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [her mouth gets dry and she starts licking her lips]: "Vivian. What I know now is that I love you. Nothing else matters... right?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [places Wil's hands on her chest]: "This matters Wil. The pain that you're causing from these lies."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [starts tearing up]: "What can I do, Vivian? Tell me. I didn't mean to... really I didn't."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [places her hand to cover Wil's mouth]: "Shhh... just tell me. Is there anything else that you're hiding?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [with a guilty face]: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [bursts out in tears]: "I knew it! That's why you've been acting weird around her! How can you do this after all that we've been through?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I'm sorry Vivian! PLEASE! [Wil starts sobbing heavily and grabs onto Vivian's legs as she stands up.] Don't leave!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [choking back the tears]: "I can't do this Wil. WE can't do this. I need some time alone. I'll be at my mother's if you need me."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian grabs her duffle bag, rushes out of the room and kisses Sammy on the head and finally walks out of the apartment.]&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [looks at Wil and shakes her head disapprovingly]: "You made Vivian cry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the extended absence. You can all blame someone who has been taking time away from my precious readers. LOL. Okay, that sounded cheesy. I've been wrapped up in a few things... so please bare with me. Duong &lt;3's ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115146924606005366?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115146924606005366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115146924606005366&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115146924606005366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115146924606005366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/06/saving-face-2-part-44.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 44'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115096907246162480</id><published>2006-06-22T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:05:41.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 43</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 42.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Uh... Vivian and Wil are still fighting?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Everything?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Why don't you tell me."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [sits on the bed and exhales]: "Hm... where should I start?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [leans against the drawer]: "From the beginning."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [exhales]: "Well... I've been lying to you."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Okay, that's nothing new. Go on."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [scratches her head]: "Dawn and I dated back when I was in Med school."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil cringes and closes her eyes expecting Vivian to explode.]&lt;br /&gt;[Silence...]&lt;br /&gt;[Wil opens her eyes with relief.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [crosses her arms and motions Wil for more]: "Ah... huh... and?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "So, you knew that already."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [rolls her eyes]: "Is there more?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Hm... there's no easy way for me to go on."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "You put yourself in this position. So, tell me... is there anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "And... These feelings came back when I saw her again at Planet China... or so I thought..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [getting pissy]: "Why didn't you say anything then? You pretended that it was your first time meeting her!"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [rubs her face with both hands in exasperation]: "I know... I was shocked when I saw her and I didn't know what to do."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "I can't believe you, Wil. I thought you were better than this."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "It was a mistake... I know... It was wrong of me."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Were you ever going to tell me?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I was going to. But I was trying to find the right time."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [scoffs at Wil]: "There's never a right time with you."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I'm sorry Vivian."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Aren't you wondering how I found out?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Dawn hinted it to you?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Unfortunately, she didn't tell me either."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Oh..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "I found some pictures of you and her together."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [slaps her forehead]: "DOh! Stupid me!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Yes... you're stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;[Vivian Versus Wilhelmina Round 3!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry again for the lack of updates here. I'm not trying to play around or anything. Maybe the passage below will give you some insight as to what's going on in my head these days. o_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever you're around I lose all my senses. But maybe it's more like all of my senses are amplified because being around you makes me so ecstatic. I lose my concentration and the rest of my day is consumed with thoughts of you. I know we didn't expect anything to come from this, but if you give me a chance perhaps something great can come out of this. Yes, there's some "obstacles" in the way, but I hope it doesn't deter you from getting to know me. I just ask for one thing: a chance. :)&lt;br /&gt;Aiight... Lates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115096907246162480?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115096907246162480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115096907246162480&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115096907246162480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115096907246162480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/06/saving-face-2-part-43.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 43'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115062285274815714</id><published>2006-06-18T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T03:59:42.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 42</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 41.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Vivian is packing her clothes in a rage of fury while a confused Wil is looking on.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [closes the door behind her and shuts the curtains]: "Vivian? What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "I just need some time alone."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "I'm having second thoughts about 'us'."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [licks her lips and places her hands on Vivian's shoulders]: "What do you mean? Are you getting cold feet?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [abruptly pushes Wil's hands off of her shoulders]: "Don't touch me. I don't know where your hands have been."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "My hands are clean... What did I do?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [stops packing and looks sternly at Wil]: "You don't have anything to tell me?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "No... I don't. What's happening here?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "There's nothing you want to tell me? I'm giving you one last chance."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Hm... I love you?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [throws a shirt into her bag]: "I can't believe you. You must be really stupid, Wil."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [frustrated]: "Can you not be so god damn cryptic? Just tell me."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [throws a shirt at Wil's head]: "I just have one word for you."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [takes the shirt off of her head]: "What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Dawn."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [shocked]: "What did she tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Nothing... it's more like what you haven't told me."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [places her hands on Vivian's shoulders again]: "I can explain! Please Vivian. It's all one big misunderstanding."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [turns around to look at Wil]: "No, you don't need to explain. I understand everything now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;[Vivian Versus Wilhelmina Round 2!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that this post is so short. Hm... Duong's life = drama (good ;-) --feeding cookies to pigeons and bad--cranky monthly visitor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115062285274815714?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115062285274815714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115062285274815714&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115062285274815714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115062285274815714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/06/saving-face-2-part-42.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 42'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-115021305033850634</id><published>2006-06-13T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T02:04:46.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 41</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Vivian is packing up her clothes while Sammy is pretending to help. Vivian picks up a couple of shirts and places them into her bag, and Sammy takes out the same shirts and places them back in the drawer. Vivian realizes what Sammy's doing...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [holds onto Sammy's arm]: "Sammy... what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [with a pouty face]: "But... I don't want you to go."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [hugs Sammy]: "Aw... I'll come visit okay?"&lt;br /&gt;[Sammy has one of her hands at her mouth on the verge of tears.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "You'll still see me. It's going to be fine."&lt;br /&gt;[Sammy slowly nods her head with hesitation.]&lt;br /&gt;[Someone is fumbling with keys outside. Vivian and Sammy look at each other.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "That must be Wil."&lt;br /&gt;[Outside the door: Wil just dropped her keys on the ground. In one hand she has her cell phone, the other, a bunch of mail. Wil places the bundle of mail under her chin as she awkwardly tries to pick up her keys.]&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian walks to the door and opens it abruptly. Wil is shocked and drops all the mail to the ground. Vivian sighs and helps Wil pick up all the mail.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian doesn't say anything and just gives Wil a sour face.]&lt;br /&gt;[Wil and Vivian walk back into the apartment. Vivian closes the door and avoids Wil as she goes back to packing.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [concerned]: "Vivian, is something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;[No word from Vivian.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [walks over to the room]: "What's going on here? What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;[Dead silence...]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Are you going on a trip? Where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian and Sammy continue to pack Vivian's clothes without saying a word to Wil.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Vivian! Please say something!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Wil, don't yell in front of Sammy."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [looks at Sammy]: "Sammy, could you go outside and watch some TV while I have a talk with Vivian for a bit?"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [looks up at Vivian for approval and Vivian nods her head]: "Okay. But don't hurt Vivian anymore or I'll tell Ma!"&lt;br /&gt;[Sammy runs to the living room and turns on the TV.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;[Vivian Versus Wilhelmina Round 1!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-115021305033850634?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/115021305033850634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=115021305033850634&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115021305033850634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/115021305033850634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/06/saving-face-2-part-41.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 41'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114983666335749254</id><published>2006-06-09T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T00:04:23.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Alba is HOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My computer is semi-working now. But I'm not sure if it's fully recovered... I'll be writing tomorrow night. But for now, enjoy this video of Jessica Alba kicking ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnqzEjTnvN8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnqzEjTnvN8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114983666335749254?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114983666335749254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114983666335749254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114983666335749254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114983666335749254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/06/jessica-alba-is-hot.html' title='Jessica Alba is HOT!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114966393582206845</id><published>2006-06-06T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:04:01.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 39.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: A distraught Vivian trembles as she stares blankly at the pictures before her. Sammy is still picking up miscellaneous pictures up off of the ground oblivious to Vivian's state of shock.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [tears start falling]: "Sammy, I need to go to the restroom. Will you be okay here by yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [nods her head]: "I'll be okay."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [pats Sammy's head]: "You're such a good girl."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian walks to the restroom to wash her face. After a couple minutes of staring at herself in the mirror, Vivian opens the door and takes out a duffle bag and fills it up with her clothes.]&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [concerned]: "Auntie Vivian? Where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [talking loudly from the room]: "Don't worry, honey. Auntie will be leaving after Ma comes to pick you up."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [walks towards the room and cautiously peeks her head through the door]: "Auntie?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [stops to look at Sammy]: "Hm? What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [worried]: "Did I make you mad?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [smiles and stoops to the ground to hug Sammy]: "No... of course not."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [places her arms around Vivian's head]: "Then why are you leaving?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [buries her head into Sammy's little arms]: "I just have to get out of here. It's suffocating."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [slowly pulls away from Vivian and places her hands on Vivian's cheeks]: "Please don't go. Me and Wil will miss you."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [a single tear drips onto Sammy's hand and Sammy wipes it]: "I'll miss you too Sammy. But it hurts too much."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [releases her hands and searches Vivian's body for bruises]: "Where does it hurt? Where? Doctor Sammy can help!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [giggles and takes Sammy's hands and places them onto her chest]: "Here. It hurts here."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [confused]: "What a weird place to be hurt! How can I help?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "You can't. Only time can heal it."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: "Hm... I know! Wil is a real doctor! Lemme tell her to heal you, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [sighs and kisses Sammy's head]: "Wil is the cause of my pain, sweetie."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: "Wil? She's bad! I'll tell Ma that Wil hurt you."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian smiles and starts packing again.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114966393582206845?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114966393582206845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114966393582206845&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114966393582206845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114966393582206845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/06/saving-face-2-part-40.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 40'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114923851027410913</id><published>2006-06-02T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T03:43:21.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussycat Dolls - Buttons Music Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm taking a little break today. :) But I just wanted to share this video of the Pussycat Dolls. The lead singer is VERY HOT! ENJOY! ENJOY! I know I did. ;-) (New Video Reuploaded!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0wqt5a8n0I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0wqt5a8n0I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to show you that I'm not entirely GAY, is this fan-made music video of Kwon Sang Woo (music by Lee Hyori - Get Ya). Yes, I love men too... Men that look like Kwon Sang Woo (or Brad Pitt!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpIDtjdfnJQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpIDtjdfnJQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114923851027410913?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114923851027410913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114923851027410913&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114923851027410913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114923851027410913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/06/pussycat-dolls-buttons-music-video.html' title='Pussycat Dolls - Buttons Music Video'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114915971557873253</id><published>2006-06-01T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T04:14:20.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 39</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Vivian and Sammy are in the kitchen at the table eating cookies with milk. Samoan Girl Scout cookies are the best! As they are munching on cookies, they are scouring over all of the pictures that lie before them on the table.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [with her mouth full, pulls out a picture from the heap]: "This one is funny! Why does Wil always close her eyes in pictures?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [wipes her mouth with a napkin]: "Hm, I don't know, Sammy. Why don't you ask her when she gets home?"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [with a chocolate smothered face]: "Okay! I will!"&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian pinches Sammy's cheeks and Sammy giggles.]&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: "Anymore pictures?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [pauses to think and places her hand on her chin]: "One sec, I think Wil has some more in a box in the closet. Let me go grab it."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: "Okay!"&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian walks over to the closet and pulls out a box labeled "Wil's Pictures" from the top shelf. A random pack of pictures falls to the ground. Vivian doesn't notice and walks back to the table.]&lt;br /&gt;[But Sammy notices and gets up from her chair and runs over to grab the random pack of pictures.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [looks over at Sammy]: "Did I drop something?"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [holds up the pack of pictures]: "Yup! I got it!"&lt;br /&gt;[Sammy skips and hops her way back to the table.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [a little concerned about Sammy's wired face]: "I guess those cookies weren't a good idea."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [hands the pack of pictures over to Vivian]: "Here! Here! Here!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [smiles]: "Thanks sweetie."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian opens it up and takes the pictures out. Sammy slips under Vivian's arms and sits on Vivian's lap.]&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: "I want to see too!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [sort of shocked]: "Hm... kay. Let's see."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: "Wow! Wil looks young!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [goes through the pictures]: "These seem to be from her days in Med school."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian pauses while looking at the next picture and she cocks her head to the side thinking...]&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: "Look! Wil is hugging you!"&lt;br /&gt;[Sammy points at the picture.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [thinking]: "No... that's not me, sweetie..."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [looks up at Vivian's face]: "Who is that then?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [in shock slowly places the stack of pictures on the table]: "That's... Wil's... ex..."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: "X? Like in the alphabet?"&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian doesn't say anything in response.]&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: "Let me see..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sammy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[picks up the stack of pictures and drops it--some land on the table and some on the ground]: "Oppsie..."&lt;br /&gt;[Sammy hops off of Vivian's lap and starts picking up the pictures. Vivian is silent, still sitting in her chair. Sammy pulls Vivian's sleeve.]&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: "Vivian? Here."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian snaps out of her daze and looks at the mess of pictures in Sammy's hands. Vivian grabs the pile.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Thanks, Sammy."&lt;br /&gt;[A rush of sadness consumes Vivian's heart as she starts to look at this bundle of pictures of Wil and Dawn together--smiling and laughing.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ryoku's comments: Thanks, I'm glad that someone enjoys my writing. It gives me energy to write more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to forget everyone else that stops by. I appreciate everyone who stops by and at least reads a sentence or two. LOL. I'm a busy busy woman, so I hope people continue to return to read my blog even though I don't update it as much as I would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;謝謝你!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And on a semi-unrelated note (if you didn't already know...):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;我喜歡杜彬!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114915971557873253?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114915971557873253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114915971557873253&amp;isPopup=true' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114915971557873253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114915971557873253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/06/saving-face-2-part-39.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 39'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114871628757799792</id><published>2006-05-30T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:07:37.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 38</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll just publish this little bit that I wrote a couple of days ago. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...continued from Part 37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Fast forward -- Two weeks before Wil and Vivian's commitment ceremony... Vivian is preparing a slideshow for the reception after the ceremony. Vivian is babysitting Sammy who is sitting at the table besides her. It's dark outside.]&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [is sifting through pictures of Wil and Vivian]: "Here! I like this one."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [looks up from the mess of pictures and takes the photo from Sammy's hand]: "Oh, wow. This one is good."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [flips the photo to read the inscription on the back]: "June 15th, 2005. Wil and Vivian's Taiwan trip."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [pats Sammy's head]: "Great find, Sammy."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [grins at Vivian]: "No problem!"&lt;br /&gt;[Sammy resumes her scavenger hunt for more good pictures of Wil and Vivian.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [places the photo into the scanner and scans it into her laptop]: "Did you find any others that you like, Sammy?"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: "No, not yet."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [chuckles and not looking up from her laptop asks Sammy]: "Do you want a snack?"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [her eyes lit open]: "What kind of snacks?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [gets up from her chair and goes to the cupboards]: "I know what you like..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [opens the cupboards and reaches towards the back]: "This is my secret stash. So, don't tell Ma or Wil, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [uses her hand and pretends to zip her mouth up]: "It's our secret."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [pulls out a box of Girl Scout Samoan cookies]: "Looky here! Look what I have..."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [drops her jaw and licks her lips]: "Ohhhhh... Yes! I want a snack! Please!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [closes the cupboard, and grabs 2 glasses of milk]: "Let's have some milk with this!"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [claps her hands]: "Yay! I love you Vivian!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114871628757799792?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114871628757799792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114871628757799792&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114871628757799792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114871628757799792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-face-2-part-38.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 38'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114890174687331499</id><published>2006-05-29T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T04:23:54.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanime 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started writing the new chapter last night, but I haven't finished. I'll try posting a lengthy chapter tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday, I attended Fanime 2006 and I dressed up like Yankumi from Gokusen (a Japanese drama). Here are some pics that I wanted to share with everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;Duong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/my.php?image=yankumi19hk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/8543/yankumi19hk.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img505.imageshack.us/my.php?image=yankumi21fh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/411/yankumi21fh.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Yankumi (played by Japanese actress, Nakama Yukie):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img509.imageshack.us/my.php?image=s2e10739cq4mx.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/941/s2e10739cq4mx.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img509.imageshack.us/my.php?image=s2e10744co8dz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/1115/s2e10744co8dz.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img509.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1122740372vlcsnap34153157tm.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/3437/1122740372vlcsnap34153157tm.th.png" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's some random pics of my gf and I (that we took today):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img509.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img00133nm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/9607/img00133nm.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img509.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img00328rs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/9481/img00328rs.th.jpg" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114890174687331499?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114890174687331499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114890174687331499&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114890174687331499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114890174687331499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/fanime-2006.html' title='Fanime 2006'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114863651486110451</id><published>2006-05-26T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:02:53.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 37</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 36.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Vivian and Wil are in the bathroom. Wil has her hand on Vivian's face.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Honestly, I don't know. I guess it's it... I guess I feel uncomfortable around her."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [holds onto Wil's hand]: "Well, don't be. She's only here to help."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil closes her eyes and Vivian gently kisses Wil on the forehead.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [grins]: "Okay, I'll try my best."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil changes into some sweatpants that were hanging on the rack and throws her wine-stained pants into the clothes hamper. Vivian opens up the door and they walk out hand in hand. A distraught Dawn is putting her jacket on.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [surprised]: "Dawn, where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [sarcastically]: "I don't really feel welcome here. I'll just let myself out."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn grabs her bag and walks towards the door.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Um... no, you have the wrong idea! I didn't mean to..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [quickly rushes over to Dawn and places her hand on her shoulder]: "Please stay. You're always welcome here."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [hunched over, puts on her shoes]: "Don't worry about me, Vivian."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [looks over Vivian's shoulders at Wil]: "I suddenly have this splitting headache..."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn removes Vivian's hand from her own shoulder and pats it reassuringly] Dawn: "Really, it's best that I leave."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [scratches her head]: "Uh... we have some aspirin."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [grudgingly]: "No, thanks."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn kisses Vivian on the cheek in a friendly manner]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Get some rest, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Later, hon."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn lets herself out and closes the door.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [laughs, grabs one of the sofa cushions and tosses it at Wil]: "See what you did!"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [acting innocent]: "What? What did I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HERE'S the Married Man clip if anyone wants to download it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&amp;ufid=DF451DDE0C94BC05"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yousendit link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link will expire in 7 days, so grab it while you can!&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Please no bullshit about respecting women, and "if you were a Michelle Fan... you wouldn't" Blah blah... No one is forcing you to watch or download!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114863651486110451?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114863651486110451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114863651486110451&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114863651486110451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114863651486110451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-face-2-part-37.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 37'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114854268490890788</id><published>2006-05-25T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:28:48.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 36</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A short entry today! Sorry... I'm still recovering from (the horror of) a strip club that I went to on Tuesday night. To make up for the short entry, at the end of this post is a HOT SEXY video clip of Michelle. WARNING: Nudity is involved... and I LOVE IT! :-P (Audio might get out of sync... but hey it's better than nothing!) YES MICHELLE, I WANT HAPPY ENDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Youtube took down the video because of nudity. If you want the clip, email me and I'll post a direct link up somewhere. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...continued from Part 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Vivian storms into the bathroom holding onto Wil's arm behind her. Vivian flips the light on and closes the door.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [shocked, Wil cowers into a corner]: "Vivian? What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [pissed off]: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eclectic?! What's wrong with you?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [shrugs her shoulders]: "I didn't know what else to say."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "You've been acting very strangely whenever Dawn is around."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [with eyes wide open]: "Oh. You've noticed?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "It's pretty obvious. [Vivian starts massaging the temples of her head] Can't we have a nice dinner without all the drama?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Fine. I'm sorry for being so immature."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil goes for the door to open it, but Vivian grabs her arm.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [looks deep into Wil's eyes]: "Can you tell me one thing though?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [holds onto Vivian's face]: "Anything."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil smiles.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Why do you act so out of character when Dawn is around?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114854268490890788?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114854268490890788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114854268490890788&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114854268490890788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114854268490890788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-face-2-part-36.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 36'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114836321278142900</id><published>2006-05-22T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:16:51.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 35</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First off, I would like to apologize to anyone who may think that I am paying attention to a certain someone instead of other fans. But when you have crushes you do stupid things... So, don't take it personally. Duong just loves cute (not to mention HOT) girls. ;-) It's a weakness of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I appreciate everyone who visits my blog. That said, on to the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...continued from Part 34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Wil, Dawn and Vivian are all sitting at the table with food already spread out. Vivian being the motherly figure that she is, places food from each dish onto each person's plate including her own.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [holding a plate and spoon]: "Since Dawn is the guest here, she gets first dibs."&lt;br /&gt;[Note: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dibs&lt;/span&gt; means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to have the rights/claim to something.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [wincing and grumbles to herself]: "And now she gets babied by Vivian."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [innocently looks over at Wil]: "Is something the matter Wil?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [slowly eyes Dawn's plate and with a fake tone]: "Nothing! The food looks delicious... I was just admiring the spread."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil lets out a fake laugh and smiles at Vivian and Dawn.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "You should thank Vivi here. She's the one that slaved over this meal."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [gives a fake smile to Dawn]: "Vivian, thank you for this lovely meal."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [leans into Wil and whispers]: "What's the matter with you? Why are you acting so fake?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [concerned]: "Is something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Oh, no. I just told Wil to go get uh... [Vivian looks around and sees a bottle of wine on the counter] ...the corkscrew opener for the bottle of wine. Yeah... that's it."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian motions to Wil to go to the counter.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [looks at Vivian awkwardly]: "Um, yeah. [Wil quickly heads to the counter to grab the bottle and looks for the corkscrew] You know how Vivian here likes her dinner with wine."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [with a question mark on her face]: "Oh, I never knew that. Since when did you..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [playfully nudges Dawn's shoulder]: "Don't you remember when I went to France?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Yeah, but that was 3 years ago."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [places the bottle of wine between her legs and starts to unscrew the bottle]: "It's only on rare occasions when Vivian feels like wine."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil and Vivian both let out a nervous laugh.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "So, wine with Chinese food? That doesn't sound good to me."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [grunts and finally pulls off the cork from the bottle of wine]: "Well...&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian heads to the counter to grab some wine glasses] Vivian's tastes has grown more eclectic since we've dated."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [looks at Wil in disbelief and bumps into Wil making her spill some of the wine onto her pants]: "Oh... sorry honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[grabs Wil's arm and they head towards the bathroom]: "Let's go to the restroom to clean this up, NOW. Will you excuse us for a sec, Dawn?"&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian smiles at Dawn.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [confused at what happened]: "Yeah, no problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114836321278142900?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114836321278142900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114836321278142900&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114836321278142900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114836321278142900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-face-2-part-35.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 35'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114820833438476434</id><published>2006-05-21T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T04:06:58.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 34</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Later that night. Wil is walking towards the apartment, her eyes towards the ground, deep in thought.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [looks up at the window and sees that the light is on]: "Dinner time!"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil goes up the stairs and takes her keys out, but the door opens up and Dawn is standing there.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [shocked drops her keys and closes the door immediately]: "Shit!"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil picks up her keys and holds onto the knob, her back against the door.]&lt;br /&gt;[On the other side of the door, Dawn is puzzled that Wil pulled the door shut.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [who is setting up the table, looks up at Dawn]: "What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [tries to open the door]: "I think the door is jammed."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [on the other side, holds onto the knob tightly]: "What is she doing here?!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Try pulling harder."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [struggles with the knob]: "I'm trying..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [struggling to keep the door shut]: "Oh god, she's pulling harder..."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil places her feet against the sides of the door and holds onto the doorknob with both hands]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [struggling]: "You're not going to win this time!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [starts walking towards Dawn]: "Wil, is that you?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [on the other side of the door says loudly]: "Vivian? Uh... I think the door is stuck."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [kneels down and speaks through the door]: "That's what Dawn said earlier. Try pushing harder!"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [pulling on the knob, looks at Vivian]: "Has this ever happened before?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [stands up and brushes off her knees]: "No, it hasn't. This is very strange."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [now using both hands]: "Stand back Vivi, I think I got it."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian scoots back towards the table.]&lt;br /&gt;[Finally, the door gives way and Dawn falls to the ground backwards and Wil ends up landing on top of Dawn.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [rubbing her head]: "Ow..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [rushes to Wil and Dawn and kneels down]: "Are you guys all right?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [uncertain about what happened, opens up her eyes and realizes that she's on top of Dawn]: "Oh no... oh god. How did this..."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil quickly gets off of Dawn and limps to the table.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Let me help you up Dawn. You poor thing."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [looking guilty, rubs her arms and mumbles]: "What about me..."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [slowly gets up]: "Ouch... what happened."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [turns around to look at Wil]: "Wil, can you get an ice pack from the freezer."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [still rubbing her bruised arms]: "Huh? What? Me?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Yes, you. Ice pack pronto."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [grumbles and gets up off the chair and goes to the freezer]: "What a crybaby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114820833438476434?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114820833438476434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114820833438476434&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114820833438476434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114820833438476434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-face-2-part-34.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 34'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114811776177581521</id><published>2006-05-20T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:46:42.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Wil is leaning on a building nearby holding onto her cellphone.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [nervously searchs for Vivian's phone number]: "Vivian... uh... Vivian... okay. Here it is."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil hits the dial button and the phone starts ringing.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Hey, Vivian it's me, Wil."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "What's up, you sound a little worried..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [starts pacing around]: "Vivian, do you have something to tell me?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Hm... no I have nothing to tell you."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Are you sure? You don't have anything to tell me about a certain someone?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Uh... why are you being so cryptic?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [frustrated]: "Dawn... I mean Dawn! Why didn't you tell me that she's helping you?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "I didn't think that you would mind."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Seriously? Why would you think that?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Calm down. What's wrong with you?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I just get weird vibes from Dawn..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "You don't sound like yourself, Wil. Why do you always act off-kilter when she's around?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [takes a deep breath and starts to calm down]: "Whew.... okay. I'm just over-reacting. I'm sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "You had me a little worried there, Wil."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "But is it really okay, that she is helping you out with the preparations?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Of course! Unless you have a problem with it."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [starts nibbling on her thumbnail]: "No, I'm fine with it."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [cups her hands around the phone to hear better]: "What? You're mumbling."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [stops nibbling on her thumbnail]: "I'm okay with it."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Are you sure about that?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [starts nervously shaking her leg]: "I said, I'm okay."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [tiredly]: "Okay... well, I'm expecting Dawn to call me, so I'll see you later tonight."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Hm, okay."&lt;br /&gt;[slight pause]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Ah hm... aren't you supposed to say something before hanging up?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Oh yeah. Nice talking to you."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "No, silly. Am I a stranger to you or something?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Hm.... OH! I love you, Vivian!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Gee... you must be really stressed from work."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Yeah... I'm sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Well, don't stress too much. And I love you too."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian hangs up the phone while Wil is still holding her cell to her ear.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I'm in deep shit now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to someone who is stressed out about work and blah blah life. But who isn't? :)  So, cheer up. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What would you do if your neighbor downstairs plays annoying music? Me: Play music with annoying bass too!&lt;br /&gt;What I'm playing right now: Kanye West - Gold Digger (has constant bass! LOL),&lt;br /&gt;Jay Z - Nigga What, Nigga Who (very very irritating bass), Gwen Stefani - Hollaback girl (constant annoying stomping noise), Missy Elliot (featuring Ciara) - Lose Control (all of Missy E's songs have bass, ya know), and Black Eyed Peas - My Humps.&lt;br /&gt;You know what else you do? Turn the bass up and flip the subwoofer towards the ground!&lt;br /&gt;For double trouble, play Dance Dance Revolution too! And stomp the fuck outta that dance pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114811776177581521?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114811776177581521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114811776177581521&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114811776177581521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114811776177581521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-face-2-part-33.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 33'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114795519472617406</id><published>2006-05-18T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T05:28:22.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The results of being mad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looky! My hand's all bruised... I was so mad that I punched someone (who deserved it) in the head several times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/3525/05160623192ny.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is another reason why I can't write... typing and clicking kinda hurts. :(&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to write tomorrow though. I know many of you have been waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114795519472617406?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114795519472617406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114795519472617406&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114795519472617406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114795519472617406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/results-of-being-mad.html' title='The results of being mad...'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114769262906186888</id><published>2006-05-15T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T02:42:39.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 33 -- Not yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday to a special someone!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoutbox isn't working. If you want to leave comments feel free to do so in the blog entry comment section.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write this later in the morning after I get some sleep. It's 427am right now. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: 5-15-2006&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;too fuckin' mad&lt;/span&gt; right now to even think of writing... my apologies. Just when I thought my life was going right... shit happens. I'm so sad right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person that can make me happy, is someone that I constantly look for on my MSN buddy list. But she's not there. Whenever she messages me, I'm so happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114769262906186888?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114769262906186888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114769262906186888&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114769262906186888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114769262906186888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-face-2-part-33-not-yet.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 33 -- Not yet...'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114760413964914504</id><published>2006-05-14T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T10:09:56.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 32</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was away at E3 (a gaming convention in LA that happens every year) this past week so I wasn't able to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...continued from Part 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Wil runs after Dawn who is about several of blocks away.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [out of breath, panting, bent down and resting her arms on her thighs]: "DAWN!"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [turns around and starts giggling because she didn't know that Wil was chasing after her]: "You could've called me with your cell and ask where I was instead of chasing after me."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn pats Wil's back.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Poor thing... you look beat."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [pushes Dawn's hand away abruptly]: "Don't touch me."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Damn, what's with the attitude?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [wipes the sweat from her forehead and stands up with her hands on her hips]: "What do you think you are doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [confused]: "Uh... helping out my good friend?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [raises her voice]: "And? There's something else isn't there?!"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [annoyed]: "What are you trying to imply?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "You're trying to get to me through Vivian... aren't you?!"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [pissed off]: "How can you say that?!"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [with anger]: "I don't want you ruining what I have with Vivian!"&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn's cell phone beeps. Dawn takes her cell out and checks it. It's a text message from Vivian.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [frustrated]: "You know what, I don't have time for this."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn turns her back away from Wil and starts walking the opposite way.]&lt;br /&gt;[Wil quickly grabs Dawn's arm firmly.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [still angry]: "Don't turn your back when I'm talking to you!"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [thrusts her arm so Wil lets go of her arm]: "Let go."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [firmly holds onto Dawn's arm]: "Answer me. I want to know right now."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [finally turns around and Wil is shocked to see that Dawn's face is covered in tears]: "Wil, fuck you for even thinking that. Let go. Vivian is waiting on me."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [releases Dawn's arm and apologetically]: "I didn't mean to... um... sorry."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [tearfully]: "Think before you say shit like that to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here's a shot of Paris Hilton who I met at the convention (this past Thursday 5-11-2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/5472/paris0os.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114760413964914504?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114760413964914504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114760413964914504&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114760413964914504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114760413964914504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-face-2-part-32.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 32'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114707886168012654</id><published>2006-05-08T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:59:06.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(129, 205, 253);font-size:85%;" &gt;What Duong listened to while writing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(129, 205, 253);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(129, 205, 253);"&gt;Lee Hyori - Dark Angel (2nd Album).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/4038/hyori4km.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(129, 205, 253);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Wil, Ma and Dawn are outside of Ma's shop about a block away standing on the sidewalk.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [confused and in chinese]: "I'm sorry. My name is Dawn."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [sternly tells Ma]: "Ma... it's rude to assume that her name was Kelly."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Forgive me. I must have confused you with someone else."&lt;br /&gt;[Ma grins at Dawn and then turns at Wil who is shaking her head in embarassment.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [in chinese]: "Don't worry, it happens to me all the time. I'm sorry that I interrupted..."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Aren't you polite... [Ma slaps Wil's arm] You should hang out with this girl more often. You could learn a thing or two from her."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [looks at Dawn]: "So, what brings you to this part of town?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "I'm running some errands for Vivi."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [stuttering]: "What? What for?" [Wil bites on her lip and raises her brows in a questioning way.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Oh. I guess she didn't tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "You're helping with the wedding preparations, I'm assuming..."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [in chinese]: "Yes, I am ma'am." [Dawn shows her award-winning pearly teeth while smiling at Ma.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Shit... [Wil places her hands on her hips.] Why didn't Vivian tell me about this?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Remember, you said that Vivian's the boss of the wedding preparations?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [in chinese]: "Yes, she is. Well, I'm sorry to leave so abruptly but Vivi is waiting for me. Please excuse me."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Fine... just leave like that."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn bows goodbye to Ma and waves goodbye to Wil.]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [waves goodbye and elbows Wil in the arm for her to do the same and in chinese]: "Good-bye!"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [rubs her arm]: "Ouch... goodbye!"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "What a pleasant and lovely girl she is."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [grumbles while still rubbing her arm]: "She's nothing but pleasant, Ma."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Why are you still rubbing your arm? You're such a crybaby."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [whining]: "Well, I can't help it if I bruise easily."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Not to mention clumsy."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Gee... thanks for mentioning that Ma."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [covers her mouth and chuckles and in chinese]: "So... what were you asking me earlier?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [looks at her watch and licks her lips]: "Ma, I'm sorry. This has to wait... I have to get back to work."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil is running backwards and waves bye to Ma.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Bye Ma!"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [waves to Wil, scratches her head and in chinese to herself]: "Doesn't her work usually buzz her cellphone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Please comment, I would love to hear your opinions, questions and feedback.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;我喜歡杜彬! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114707886168012654?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114707886168012654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114707886168012654&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114707886168012654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114707886168012654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-face-2-part-31.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 31'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114699219872218913</id><published>2006-05-07T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:49:59.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(129, 205, 253);font-size:85%;" &gt;What Duong listened to while writing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(129, 205, 253);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(129, 205, 253);"&gt;Amuro Namie - Genius 2000 (Album).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/9339/63405042small2ww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Ma is walking Wil out of the shop to discuss other "private" details. Ma waves over at Stephen to let him know that she's stepping out for a little bit.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Okay, what's happening here."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "What are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "There's something bothering you, that's why you're here."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [stares at Ma blankly]: "Ma... can't I just come for a haircut and not get the third degree from you?"&lt;br /&gt;[Note: The third degree is a police/cop reference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When someone questions you repeatedily about a certain topic, and you wish they'd just shut up about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [sternly stares at Wil, places her hand on Wil's shoulder and in chinese]: "Wilhelmina, your face is like rice paper..."&lt;br /&gt;[Ma lets out a half-smile to reassure Wil that it's okay to tell her what's on her mind.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [with a bewildered face]: "Huh? Rice paper? What does that mean, Ma?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [cups both of her hands on Wil's face and in chinese]: "Why are you so funny? And so American... even Samantha would understand that phrase."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [looks down at the ground and sighs]: "Ma... come on."&lt;br /&gt;[Ma moves her hands and places one of her arms into Wil's arm and they start walking away from the shop.]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "It means that I can see right through you and understand your feelings instantly. Do you understand now?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [Wil's lightbulb finally turns on and she raises her eyebrows]: "Oh! I get it now."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [playfully pushes Wil's forehead with her hand and in chinese]: "This brain of yours is truly amazing."&lt;br /&gt;[Ma and Wil both laugh.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [in chinese]: "Ma, you know me so well."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [pretends to be shocked and in chinese]: "Well, I am your mother. So, what's been bothering you?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Well... um... how can I put this..."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [staring at Wil anxiously and in chinese]: "Yes???? Go on..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Ma, is it possible to be in love with two people?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [looks at Wil in amazement and in chinese]: "Aiyah... What has my daughter gotten herself into this time."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [sadly says]: "Honestly, I don't know what I'm doing."&lt;br /&gt;A female voice from the distance: "Wil! Wilhelmina Pang! Over here!"&lt;br /&gt;[Ma and Wil turn around but they see no one. As the traffic of bustling cars, taxis and buses clear, they see Dawn standing across the street waving her arms in the air.]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;crosses the street while Wil is sweating with anxiety.]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [opens her eyes wide and whispers to Wil in chinese]: "Who is that?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [wipes the sweat from her forehead and whispers to Ma]: "She's one of Vivian's friends."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [breathing a little heavily]: "Whew. I'm glad I caught you here."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [lets out a nervous chuckle]: "I'm glad we bumped into each other too..."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [looks at Dawn and in English]: "Hello. I'm Wil's mother. Pleased to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil is a little shocked and pleased that Ma is speaking in English.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [sticks her hand out to shake Ma's hand and in chinese]: "Hi, I'm Wil and Vivian's friend. Pleased to meet you too."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [shakes Dawn's hand and in chinese]: "Oh good, you can speak chinese."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [in chinese]: "Yes, I can."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [looks at Dawn awkwardly]: "That's good. Um... you look very familiar. Have I seen you before? Is your name... hm... [Ma scratches her chin] it's Kelly, right?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [whispers to herself nervously]: "Dawn... what are you doing... geezus God must hate me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some lyrics to a song that I repeatedly listened to while writing this.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the mp3 if you want to download it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.badongo.com/file/609761"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.badongo.com/file/609761&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amuro Namie - Leavin' For Las Vegas (romaji by &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/ojochan/namie.html"&gt;Cori&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ariel,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ariel,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Datte SUTORESU tame cha mazui desho&lt;br /&gt;un to zeitaku hitsuyou datta no&lt;br /&gt;Sore de KEETAI kaiyaku...nante iya&lt;br /&gt;Aitsu no koe sae kikenai ja nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demo tonikaku shigoto ni dekaketa&lt;br /&gt;SHATSU no POKETTO ni Key dake suikonde&lt;br /&gt;Kyou mo asa kara Boss no donaru koe&lt;br /&gt;nanika ima hitotsu atama de hajiketa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas e ikou shoubu ni deyou&lt;br /&gt;Lucky na koto ni saifu wa karappo&lt;br /&gt;Nakushite kuyashii mono nante nai&lt;br /&gt;So I'm leavin' for Las Vegas sore shika nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sotto Lotto ni mo negai kaketa kedo&lt;br /&gt;hitoketa chigai no $50,000,000&lt;br /&gt;Motto Rich na BAKANSU yumemite&lt;br /&gt;chikaba no Beach de mune made yaita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chotto nankai sugiru keiyakusho&lt;br /&gt;Sign hitotsu de Boss no ii nari da nante&lt;br /&gt;Yatto te ni shita Pay ni mo sugu ni Tax&lt;br /&gt;nanika mata hitotsu karada ga sakenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas e ikou hito yama ateyou&lt;br /&gt;Happy na koto ni sora shika mienai&lt;br /&gt;Koko kara ochiteku basho nante nai&lt;br /&gt;So I'm leavin' for Las Vegas sou iku shika nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get some money&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get some cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koko kara ochiteku basho nante nai&lt;br /&gt;So I'm leavin' for Las Vegas sou iku shika nai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those days you gotta deal with&lt;br /&gt;What are you gonna lose?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody come along &amp;amp; this is what we'll do&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got nothing in my pocket but some lint, that's a fact&lt;br /&gt;So I'm leaving for Las Vegas cause that's where it's at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114699219872218913?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114699219872218913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114699219872218913&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114699219872218913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114699219872218913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-face-2-part-30.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 30'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114647257541592587</id><published>2006-05-05T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:50:29.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry that I haven't been writing, but here's a short passage (I really wish I could write more). I've been experiencing some "real life drama." Art imitates life and life imitates art? Anyway, enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...continued from Part 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: A bewildered Wil is sitting in a barber's chair at Ma's shop. Stephen is combing her hair with a comb in one hand and trimming it with scissors in his other hand. Ma is busy reading through a gossip magazine at the counter.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma [aimlessly resting her elbows on the counter and in chinese says to Wil]: "Wil, so how is the planning for the ceremony going?"&lt;br /&gt;[Ma still has her face buried in the magazine.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Ha?! I can't hear you over this noise..."&lt;br /&gt;[Loud chattering of other patrons and hair stylists using hair blow-dryers in the background.]&lt;br /&gt;Stephen [comes closer to Wil's ear]: "Your mom said...How's the ceremony planning coming along?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I don't know. Vivian is handling it."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [raising her voice and forming her hand in the shape of a funnel over her mouth and in chinese]: "Ha? I can't hear you, speak louder!"&lt;br /&gt;Stephen [turns around and speaks in a louder tone to Ma]: "Dunno! Vivian is the boss!"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [to herself]: "Huh? I didn't say that..."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [dabs her finger on her tongue to turn a page in the magazine and yelling in chinese]: "That's a relief! I know a good wedding planner if she needs help!"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [in chinese]: "I'll let Vivian know, Ma."&lt;br /&gt;[Ma looks up from her magazine at Stephen.]&lt;br /&gt;Stephen [in chinese]: "Oh... She said, thanks, Ma."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [rolls her eyes under the hair that's covering her face]: "What... This is how rumors get all fucked up."&lt;br /&gt;[Stephen finishes up Wil's hair and takes the robe off and dusts off all the hair from Wil's back and face. Wil hands a tip to Stephen and he graciously accepts it. Wil heads to the counter to pay for her haircut, but Ma slaps Wil's hand away.]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese and still in a loud voice]: "Keep your money, it's no good here! Save it for your wedding!"&lt;br /&gt;[The whole beauty shop is dead silent as Ma finishes her sentence and they all stare at Ma who is embarassed about talking so loud and at Wil who is holding onto a crumpled $10 bill.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114647257541592587?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114647257541592587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114647257541592587&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114647257541592587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114647257541592587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/05/saving-face-2-part-29.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 29'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114656536128543469</id><published>2006-05-02T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:51:19.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morrissey - The More You Ignore Me The Closer I Get</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the song that Dawn copied onto a CD for Wil. Hm... maybe Duong is feeling this way too? LOL. Who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The more you ignore me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The closer I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You’re wasting your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The more you ignore me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The closer I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You’re wasting your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A central part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of your mind’s landscape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whether you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, I’ve made up your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The more you ignore me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The closer I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You’re wasting your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The more you ignore me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The closer I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You’re wasting your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beware !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I bear more grudges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Than lonely high court judges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will creep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Into your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like a bad debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That you can’t pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take the easy way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, and let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh let me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah, the closer I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah, you’re asking for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah, the closer I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ooh, the closer I ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/dawn_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people are voting, so I've narrowed it down to 4 girls for Dawn's role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the mp3 if you want to download it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.MegaShare.com/2109"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.MegaShare.com/2109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Password: Hotdawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114656536128543469?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114630683176544116</id><published>2006-04-30T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:51:59.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: It's in the evening on another lazy weekend day, Wil and Vivian are at the apartment. Vivian is busy with folding laundry while sitting in front of the TV. Wil is helping Vivian by sorting the clothes out.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [folding some towels]: "Wil, can I ask you something?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [preoccupied and doesn't look up at Vivian]: "Hm? What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Have you sorted all your feelings out yet?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [finally looks up at Vivian]: "Huh? Oh... you mean... 'those' kind of feelings."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Well, yeah. I didn't want to pressure you, but I'd like to know where we stand."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I know that I want to be with you and I want to concentrate on finishing my residency in the next couple of months, so we could have our commitment ceremony."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "So... can I just dismiss that incident as a bad case of cold feet?"&lt;br /&gt;[Translation: Cold feet - When someone is scared to make a commitment.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Yes and I'm sorry that I ran out on you like that."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Is there someone else? Just come out and say it."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Not any more."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "That means there WAS someone."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I don't want to keep any secrets from you. But when I'm ready, I'm willing to tell you everything."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [pouting]: "Fine. I won't press the issue anymore."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian picks up a stack of folded towels and shoves them into Wil's arms.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Here."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Let's change the subject... so how is David doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "He's a total wreck, but he'll manage. I feel bad for the guy, but its apparent that Dawn isn't ready. And I don't blame her."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [in a casual way as to not bring up any suspicion]: "Do you know if Dawn had any other reasons for not wanting to get married?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Dawn did mention that she was seeing someone."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [raises her eyebrows]: "Oh... did she tell you who?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Why are you so interested in their business, suddenly?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [gets up and puts the towels in the bathroom]: "Well, I'm a little worried, that's all. Dawn didn't exactly look all together when we were at Ikea."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Hm... you don't even know her that well."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian gets up and stretches her legs.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [jokingly]: "Is something going on between you and Dawn?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [in a pissy voice]: "What?! Pffftt... me and Dawn? What a joke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114630683176544116?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114630683176544116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114630683176544116&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114630683176544116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114630683176544116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-28.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 28'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114638658983484605</id><published>2006-04-30T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:43:09.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Note: This is just a memory that I have of my mom. I'm still writing Saving Face, so that'll come later. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of my many visits to the hospital, I had a serious talk with my mom about life.&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "Me (this means Mom in Vietnamese), are you scared about you know..."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Of course, I'm scared. Every time your aunt visits me, she just ends up crying and she keeps saying, 'Oh my god, you're going to die. What are you going to do!' And it makes me really scared and sad. I want to live and see you kids grow up and I'm worried about how the family will stick together."&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "What about grandma? Does she have that same negative outlook as aunt?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "No, grandma is always positive. She always says to me, 'You'll live, don't worry. Just concentrate on getting better and recovering.' I always feel at ease when she visits. But your aunt, no way. She always ends up crying."&lt;br /&gt;Duong: "Me, you shouldn't be scared. If you have the will power you can get through anything. You'll live, just be strong, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;[Deep inside my heart, I believed that my mom could live through anything, survive any kind of devastation and this illness was just a minor set back. She was a strong woman, but when I heard these insecurities from her, I too felt scared. I had to be positive and be strong for my mom at this time. This was only the second time in my  life that I saw my mom so vulnerable. Both incidents were life altering for me and for the rest of my family.&lt;br /&gt;The first was when my father abandoned us the day of Father's Day. We called Father's Day "Doom's Day," starting that year in 1995.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114638658983484605?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114638658983484605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114638658983484605&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114638658983484605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114638658983484605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/hospital-visit.html' title='Hospital Visit'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114637631705015866</id><published>2006-04-29T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:51:57.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle on Popular Season 1 Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here's the last part of the Popular episode that Michelle was in. She was in one other Popular episode after this. I'll post it later when I have more time.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be writing soon... so enjoy this for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBHh33Dbv4o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBHh33Dbv4o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114637631705015866?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114637631705015866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114637631705015866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114637631705015866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114637631705015866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/michelle-on-popular-season-1-part-2.html' title='Michelle on Popular Season 1 Part 2'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114635072561811938</id><published>2006-04-29T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:53:09.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle on Popular Season 1 Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry, I couldn't write last night. My mind was elsewhere. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a video of Michelle on the TV show Popular (Season 1, Episode 19)&lt;br /&gt;She stars as "Exquisite Woo" and she speaks Mandarin and engRish in this role.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0_Ir1wO9M0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. I'll try to write a long post later tonight. But enjoy the video! &lt;br /&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114635072561811938?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114635072561811938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114635072561811938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114635072561811938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114635072561811938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/michelle-on-popular-season-1-part-1.html' title='Michelle on Popular Season 1 Part 1'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114621736372899341</id><published>2006-04-28T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:53:53.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commentary from Duong:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, okay, so when the fuck are they leaving Ikea? LOL. It seems like they've been stuck there for days. So, hopefully they'll be out by the end of this post. ;-) As always enjoy...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Still at Ikea... (yes...argh...) Vivian is in the other aisle, while Wil and Dawn are in another aisle. Wil quickly tidies up the display rack and pushes the cart as fast as she can to Vivian's aisle.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [out of breath and slouching over the cart]: "Vivian... Are you... are you done yet?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "No... not yet."&lt;br /&gt;[turns around and looks at Wil while holding onto a towel]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "You look pale. Did you see a ghost or something?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [comes trotting behind with her hands in her pockets]: "Wil got scared because she saw some Ikea employees approaching us."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [lets out a laugh]: "Wil, you're so silly."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [puts her hand up to her mouth and tries to hold in her laughter]: "You should've seen her face earlier. I've never seen anyone run so fast with a cart before."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn can't control her laughter any longer and bursts out laughing.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [starts cracking up and slaps Wil's back]: "How old are you again, Wil? [slaps Wil's back again and Wil glares at Vivian] You never cease to amaze me."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [in a low grumble]: "Yeah... that's really FUNNY."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [wipes her tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes]: "In all honesty, Wil... why were you so scared?"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil starts pushing her cart away from Dawn and Vivian without answering Dawn.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Uh-oh, she's mad."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "She'll be okay after we get some hotdogs. Don't worry."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian places her hand on Dawn's arm giving her assurance.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: At the eatery in Ikea. Wil and Dawn are sitting down at a table waiting on Vivian. With her foot, Dawn gently touches Wil's foot under the table.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Don't be mad. Please?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "That's not going to work on me again. So, stop it."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil turns her back to Dawn.]&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian comes back with 3 hotdogs and some napkins.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Wil, stop being childish, and turn around."&lt;br /&gt;[Grumpy Wil turns around in her seat.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [hands Wil a hotdog with a smile]: "Here."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil immediately starts eating her hotdog.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [hands Dawn a hotdog and some napkins]: "And here you go Dawn."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Thank you Vivi."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [smirks and under her breath says]: "Ha... Vivi. That's so lame."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [covers her mouth]: "Did you say something Wil?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Nope. Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian smiles and wipes off a breadcrumb from Wil's upper lip. Wil tries to wipe it off herself because she's embarassed.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [abruptly]: "So, I broke up with David because he asked me to marry him."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil drops her napkin and her jaw. Vivian stops chewing and almost drops her half-eaten hotdog.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[END &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/"&gt;IKEA&lt;/a&gt; SCENE!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114621736372899341?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114621736372899341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114621736372899341&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114621736372899341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114621736372899341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-27.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 27'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114612644589707386</id><published>2006-04-27T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:54:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Vivian and Dawn are pushing one cart together, while Wil is struggling with her unbalanced cart behind them.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Ahem... [Wil clears her throat to get Vivian and Dawn's attention] Ahem!..."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian and Dawn turn their heads around to look at Wil.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [mocking Wil]: "Yes, Dr. Wilhelmina Pang, how can I assist you?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [at the brink of whining]: "Come on, Vivian... cut that out. Not in front of Dawn."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [looks at Dawn and back at Wil]: "She doesn't seem to mind. Right, Dawn?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [purses her lips and shakes her head]: "Not at all."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [agitated]: "Anyway, are we getting any furniture today, or not?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "We might. Who knows, something might tickle my fancy. Why do you ask?"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil frustrated, pushes the stubborn cart but it swerves and hits a display of bathroom toiletries, which knocks over onto the ground.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "God damn it. Just my luck."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil bends down to pick up the items off of the ground.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [bends down to help Wil and looks up at Vivian]: "Vivi, I'll help Wil clean up here. You can just..."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn shoos Vivian to go shop in another aisle.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [mouths to Vivian]: "She's mad. I'll calm her down."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil is too busy cleaning up the mess to even look up at Vivian or even notice Dawn.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Wil. Dawn. I'll be in the other aisle, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn waves bye to Vivian, while Wil grunts at Vivian to acknowledge that she heard.]&lt;br /&gt;[As soon as Vivian is out of sight, Dawn drops the items on the ground and grabs Wil's face and plants a big wet kiss on Wil's lips.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [shocked and in a muffled voice]: "What... what... are you doing?!"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil pushes Dawn off and dumps the bathroom toiletries onto the display.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [in a very low and mad voice]: "Are you fuckin' crazy?!"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Yes, I am... over you."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [puts the rest of the items back on the display and very sternly]: "Behave yourself! [Wil points her index finger at Dawn] I want to make it out of Ikea alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114612644589707386?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114612644589707386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114612644589707386&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114612644589707386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114612644589707386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-26.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 26'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114603502580236466</id><published>2006-04-25T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T10:53:05.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(129, 205, 253);font-size:85%;" &gt;What Duong listened to while writing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(129, 205, 253);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(129, 205, 253);"&gt;Aaliyah - Messed Up, The Cure - Mixed Up (Album).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...continued from Part 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Vivian, Wil and Dawn are at the display area of &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/"&gt;Ikea&lt;/a&gt; and an uncomfortable air surrounds them.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian's face = Puzzled and delighted face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img238.imageshack.us/img238/8140/vivpuzzled7le.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil's face = WTF face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img238.imageshack.us/img238/188/wilwtf28jw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn's face = Relaxed, pleasant and welcoming face.&lt;br /&gt;(I eliminated Lucy Liu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img278.imageshack.us/img278/9190/dawn625rf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [hugs Vivian and pulls away]: "I'm here for the annual tax season sale."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn gives Vivian a friendly nudge on her shoulder with her elbow.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Oh... [Vivian grins] Did you come alone?"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil is standing beside Vivian sweating like a pig.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Hm... [Dawn scratches her chin] Yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [clears her throat and blinks her eyes rapidly]: "Ah-hm... uh... where's, you know... David?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "I guess I should break the news to you two."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [worried]: "What news? Don't tell me..."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian opens her eyes wide]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [with a concerned face]: "Is he sick?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "I guess in a sense he is sick."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [in a serious tone]: "Oh, no... what symptoms does he have?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [abruptly nudges Wil aside and gives Dawn a big bear hug]: "Aw... you poor thing!"&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian consoles Dawn by rubbing her back while still hugging her]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [tilts her head to the side and scratches the back of her head]: "Um, did I miss something here?"&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian lets go of Dawn but places her arm around Dawn's shoulders.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "David and I... broke up."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [with raised eyebrows]: "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [squeezes Dawn's shoulders]: "Wasn't it obvious from her face, Wil?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I dunno. I'm not very good at reading people."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn and Vivian [in unison]: "No shit sherlock."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn and Vivian look at each other and giggle.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [sarcastically]: "Gee, thanks..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [face to face with Dawn, has both of her arms on Dawn's shoulders]: "So, you're here alone, that means you're going to join us."&lt;br /&gt;[Shocked that Vivian even suggested that Dawn would join them, Wil shakes her head at Dawn. Dawn sees Wil out of the corner of her eye and gives Wil a bewildered face.]&lt;br /&gt;[Wil silently moves her lips to mouth out "NO" several times to Dawn.]&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian turns her head and looks at Wil. Wil quickly rubs her nose and acts as if she didn't say anything.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [acting dumb]: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [turns back around to Dawn]: "It's okay, Dawn. Wil and I don't mind one bit."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil does the dead-man-neck motion hinting to Dawn that Wil's dead meat.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Right, Wil?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Rrrriiiigghhhtt..."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [hugs Vivian]: "Okay! I could use some company."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn winks and gives the thumbs up to Wil.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [rolls her eyes at Dawn]: "Great..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [grabs Dawn's hand and they both push the shopping cart]: "Good, lets go."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [stands on her tippy-toes as Vivian and Dawn walks away]: "Hey, what about the TV stand..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [looks back at Wil]: "Eh, we don't need it. I didn't like it that much, anyway."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian turns back to chit chat with Dawn.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [exasperated]: "Now... you tell me."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil fastly pushes her cart to catch up with Vivian and Dawn.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [to herself]: "Gee, one big happy family..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114603502580236466?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114603502580236466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114603502580236466&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114603502580236466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114603502580236466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-25.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 25'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114595850306019601</id><published>2006-04-25T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:48:23.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle in Final Encounter Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No new script today. But here's a goodie that I encoded from Michelle's old movie (2000) Final Encounter (with Dean Cain and Justin Whalin). It's a very cheesy and crappy sci-fi movie, but since sexy Michelle is in a hot black spandex suit, I would think that many other people will enjoy it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VOqs6xvf8hY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VOqs6xvf8hY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more where this came from, so I'll be uploading the other parts later when I need to take a break from writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114595850306019601?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114595850306019601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114595850306019601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114595850306019601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114595850306019601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/michelle-in-final-encounter-part-1.html' title='Michelle in Final Encounter Part 1'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114586977801204753</id><published>2006-04-24T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T10:23:24.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, I've heard some comments (from a certain someone) regarding my Saving Face 2 blog compared to another Saving Face fan fiction (in chinese) that recently surfaced. This kind of irked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's my response: I think many Saving Face fans put Vivian up on a pedastal (basically thinking that she's this perfect girlfriend and that she's always the victim). It's not wrong to think this, but that's the general perception that you get of Vivian from watching Saving Face. NEWSFLASH: ALL RELATIONSHIPS are NOT PERFECT. So... get over it. If you want an idealistic and "Barbie and Ken" type of story, you won't find that here. Too much sex? Then you don't need to read my blog and go ahead and write your own idealistic storyline. I'm more interested in conflict and what couples learn from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One major advantage I have are my colorful life experiences which occasionally pop up in my blog posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I just had to get that off of my chest. I'm busy writing now... STAY TUNED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Scene: Several days later, on a bright Saturday morning, Wil and Vivian are shopping at the Long Island &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/"&gt;Ikea&lt;/a&gt; store. Wil has the day off to spend some time with Vivian. Vivian is pushing a shopping cart half-filled with sheets, kitchen utensils and bathroom accessories, while Wil is awkwardly pushing a furniture cart.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "Dr. Wilhelmina Pang, could you look for the parts for that TV stand that we were looking at earlier?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [rolls her eyes at Vivian and sighs]: "Geezus, do we really need one? I mean the old one is fine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "Well, this is a part of that big step in our relationship. If we're going through with this commitment ceremony after your residency, it's out with the old and in with the new."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [sighs]: "Fine... [Wil cocks her head to the side] Why are you still calling me that? Are you still mad at me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian: "Yes, Dr. Wilhelmina Pang, I'm still mad. It'll take more than a couple of romantic dinners and fancy flowers to win me over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "Okay, okay. I get it. Sorry for even bringing it up. I'm gonna go..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Wil moves her head and eyes in the direction of the display area.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [pats Wil's butt]: "That's my girl. I'll be in this area, so come back after you're done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Wil pushes her cart to the display area where the TV stand was at. Wil looks at the tags for the part numbers.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "Magiker... um... MG45A and MG46B. Hm... I need to write this down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Wil digs through her jacket for a pen and paper. She finally finds an old receipt and an Ikea pen in her side pocket.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "Here we go..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Wil drops the pen and it rolls on the ground and stops at someone's foot. Wil is bent down following the pen and goes to pick it up but the unknown person bends down also.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "I'm sorry. The pen had a mind of it's own."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Wil is eye to eye with the stranger.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stranger: "What a coincidence this is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [with her eyes wide open]: "Oh, shit... Dawn!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn [hands the pen to a wide-eyed Wil]: "Oh, shit to you too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [stammering and slowly grabs the pen from Dawn's hand being sure not to touch Dawn's fingers]: "I... I... mean, oh, hi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "I'm not going to bite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [looks over her shoulder to see if Vivian is around and turns back to face Dawn]: "Are you sure about that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Is that what you think of me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "Can we not do this now? Vivian's waiting for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Okay. Just one question."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [nervously looks over her shoulder again]: "Okay, what is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Why didn't you call me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "I..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Uh-huh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "Because..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Because...?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Dawn suddenly has a big grin on her face]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Hi Vivi! What a coincidence catching you guys here of all places."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [to herself]: "Vivi??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [hugs Dawn]: "Wow, what're you doing here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114586977801204753?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114586977801204753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114586977801204753&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114586977801204753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114586977801204753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-24_24.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 24'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114569742951391081</id><published>2006-04-22T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:22:34.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Ma's chinese crew is sitting at a round table in Fung Ling Restaurant. They're all pigging out on the usual chinese dishes. Here they go again, gossiping and blabbling about nonsense.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief description of Ma's chinese crew:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Yao - The couple that's always eating. Mrs. Yao always yells at her husband not to eat certain things because it'll give him g a s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img486.imageshack.us/img486/2541/mryao25wg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img486.imageshack.us/img486/6541/mrsyao24wf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Wong - I call them the dog f a r t couple (because of that one scene at Ma's wedding).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img486.imageshack.us/img486/241/mrwong22xx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img486.imageshack.us/img486/6269/mrswong21ja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Chen - This couple always seem to fight and Mrs. Chen is the one with the super short hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/9275/mrchen20mc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img486.imageshack.us/img486/2309/mrschen22we.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mrs. Yao [munching on Peking duck and in chinese]: "You know what I heard?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Yao [munching on a Peking duck leg and in chinese]: "What? That this duck is the best?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mrs. Yao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[hits her husband with her chopsticks and in chinese]: "No. About Dr. Shing's nephew."&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[tapping his chopsticks on his plate and in chinese]: "Do you mean David? The chubby one who's dating that girl... hm..."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Wong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[in chinese]: "...the girl that's WAY too good for him, you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Yao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[with her mouth full and in chinese]: "Yah, that's the one."&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[scratching his head and in chinese]: "So, what about them?"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Chen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[sipping on some wine and in chinese]: "I heard that the chubby boy was going to propose to her."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Yao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[wipes her face with a napkin and in chinese]: "But on top of that, the girl rejected him."&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the gang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[chimes in chinese]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: "I wonder why..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114569742951391081?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114569742951391081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114569742951391081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114569742951391081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114569742951391081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-23.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 23'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114552178270480890</id><published>2006-04-20T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T03:23:08.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's a question that I received from someone regarding Part 21. I'll try to answer these questions before I write a new scene [but I get a little cranky sometimes, so just ignore me...LOL]. So, if you have any questions, feel free to comment, email or add me through MSN messenger [amrayu@hotmail.com].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Question: Wil only just had sex with Dawn and right away she wants to see Vivian. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil is feeling very lonely and she needs love. Dawn was there at the right place and time. So, basically they were "using" each other, in a way. But Wil never forgot about Vivian. When you're lonely you do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Question: Why are the blog entries short? Why, oh, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been really tired. But at least I'm writing everyday right? ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Wil is standing outside of her apartment looking up at Vivian who is standing by the window.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [temporarily forgets that she's supposed to be mad at Wil so she wipes the smirk off of her face]: "What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [stumbles to find the answer]: "I'm wet, I'm cold, I miss my bed..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Wil... that's not what I meant."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Oh. Hm... I miss my life... with you."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil looks at the ground and has her hands behind her back. Wil is playing with a rock on the ground with her foot; still not looking up at Vivian.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "I've missed you too."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [quickly looks up at the window with surprise and almost yelling]: "You do?!"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Shhh!!"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Oops, sorry... can I come in?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Of course, silly. Wait there." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian shuts the window abruptly and runs down the stairs in a hurry. Wil is standing on the stairs near the door and can hear the rush of footsteps coming closer. Vivian opens the door.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vivian [quickly hugs Wil]: "I really did miss you."&lt;br /&gt;Wil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[pulls away from Vivian]: "Your smell..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Wil tries to kiss Vivian but Vivian places her hand in front of her lips to stop her.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Nuh-uh. You aren't getting off that easy, doctor."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "You can't blame me for trying..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/9109/wiltried2fr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Uh... yes, I can. Come on, let's go to bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Vivian heads back up the stairs while Wil disappointingly follows her.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Wil is all changed in her pajamas and tries to get into bed with Vivian who is already nice and cozy in the bed.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[points in the direction of the living room]: "Naughty doctors have to sleep outside in the living room."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [with sad puppy dog eyes]: "Okay..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[with an evil smirk on her face]: "Good night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/7398/vivevil7ij.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Vivian turns off the light before Wil can find her way to the living room. Wil almost trips on the rug in the living room.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). I love the comments, keep them coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114552178270480890?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114552178270480890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114552178270480890&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114552178270480890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114552178270480890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-22.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 22'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114543139642843595</id><published>2006-04-19T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T03:35:54.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Wil and Dawn are lying in bed with the sheets covering their naked bodies. Wil gets up and stands by the window and stares at the pouring rain. Wil bends down to grab her pants, but a half-eaten Nuggernaut candy bar falls out of the pocket. Wil picks it up and remembers how hurt Vivian looked that night that Wil left. Wil holds the candy bar close to heart as if it were a delicate little baby.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img227.imageshack.us/img227/8783/wilpeanuts3dl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil [heart-achingly]: "Vivian..."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Wil, what's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [snaps out of her dream-like state]: "This was a mistake..."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I forgot that I left the headlights on."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil rushes to put her clothes on.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [sitting on the bed]: "Headlights? You have a car?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Sorry. I have to leave. I'll call you, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil rushes out of the door while holding one of her shoes.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Damn it." [Wil smacks her forehead.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img160.imageshack.us/img160/2033/wilfucked1tn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: It's late at night and the rain has stopped for the time being. Wil is standing outside of her apartment. She notices that the light is still on.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [digs through her pockets for her keys, but she doesn't have them]: "Geezus. And I wanted to surprise her too."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil looks for a rock on the ground. She finds one and tosses it at the window but she misses.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Shit."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil finds another rock and tosses it the window. This time she hits it dead on and it makes a big clank noise.]&lt;br /&gt;[Slight pause...]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [is pacing back and forth looking up at the window]: "Come on, come to the window, Vivian."&lt;br /&gt;[Finally after a minute of pacing, Vivian opens the blinds and peers out the window. Wil waves her hand up in the air to get Vivian's attention.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [very loudly]: "VIVIAN, HI!"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil has a wide grin on her face, happy to see Vivian at the window.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [with a very confused and irritated look quickly opens the window]: "Wil! Shhh!! You'll disturb the neighbors."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [scratches her head]: "Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [gives Wil her infamous smirk]: "You're so cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img111.imageshack.us/img111/3236/vivsmirk3fa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wil [blushes]: "Vivian... I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). I love the comments, keep them coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114543139642843595?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114543139642843595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114543139642843595&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114543139642843595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114543139642843595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-21.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 21'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114534442951447891</id><published>2006-04-18T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T14:38:29.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Wil is at Dawn's place sitting on the sofa very meekly. Wil is looking around at all of Dawn's drawings and photographs that are up on the walls. Dawn's apartment is modern and the furniture is obviously too posh for Wil to even comprehend. Wil looks at her clothes and feels as if she doesn't belong in the apartment. Dawn comes out of the restroom in a white tank top and sweatpants. She's drying her hair with a towel and hands Wil an oversized bath towel.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Here you go."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [points to the bathroom]: "I left some dry clothes for you in there."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil starts heading to the bathroom.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Wil..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [turns around and looks at Dawn]: "Hm?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [puzzled]: "Hm... for what?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "For being there when I needed someone."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "It was a mere coincidence."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Fate brought you to me."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I dunno about that... Wai Gung has always told me that fate is for the lazy."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn walks closer to Wil and places her hands on Wil's hips. Wil flinches.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Since I've lost my mother, I've felt dead inside..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "But..."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [looks into Wil's eyes]: "...but then I saw you."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn starts tearing up again. Dawn's sadness and loneliness pulls at Wil's heart. Not knowing what to do, Wil gently wipes Dawn's tears away as they slip off of her cheeks.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Aw... don't start with the waterworks again."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil hugs onto Dawn, wanting to protect her from the harsh reality of the world.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "It'll be okay. I'm here for you right now."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn begins sobbing and digs her head into Wil's arms. After a moment of silence and gently rocking Dawn in her arms, Wil slowly unlatches from Dawn to look at her face. Wil raises Dawn's head to see if she's okay. Struck by Dawn's delicate porcelain face, Wil slowly kisses Dawn's teary cheeks.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [in a hoarse but soft voice]: "But what about..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [quickly interrupts]: "Shh..."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil places her finger on Dawn's soft lips to silence her. Wil moves her thumb across Dawn's lips and in a sudden burst of passion kisses Dawn's lips. What was Wil doing? Wil allowed her body to take control of the situation. Wil didn't care at this point. All she knew was that it felt good caressing and kissing Dawn. Wil starts unbuttoning her shirt and throws it onto the ground. She then proceeds to pull Dawn's tank top off and throws it into the air. Dawn excitedly unzips Wil's pants and Wil kicks them off of her legs. In a fury of hot and long kisses, the two finally topple onto Dawn's bed... the rest I'll leave up to your imagination. ;-) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). I love the comments, keep them coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to apologize to Vivian (and Lynn Chen) fans. I know you wouldn't want to read this. But it's all for the better. There's a purpose for almost everything. So, don't cry! =P See! Lynn and Michelle saved some kisses for you. (99% of the kisses were reserved for Duong though. ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img76.imageshack.us/img76/2152/bscap1769fb.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/4922/purikura26kt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img157.imageshack.us/my.php?image=duong24yo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/2227/duong24yo.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duong's giving you a kiss too! So, don't cry about Vivian. She'll be fine. (I'm on the left in that 1st pic, my "other" gf besides MK is on the right. LOL.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duong the Defroster?!&lt;/b&gt; WTF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114534442951447891?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114534442951447891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114534442951447891&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114534442951447891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114534442951447891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-20.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 20'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114526422125838707</id><published>2006-04-17T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:59:34.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle, Lynn and Alice at 17th GLAAD Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yay! Michelle and Lynn are blowing kisses at me. Don't you love it? I know I do. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;The GLAAD Awards broadcast was drastically cut. It was only an hour long with commercials. But at least I caught a millisecond of Michelle, Lynn and Alice. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2ta6Aahm6E"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2ta6Aahm6E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114526422125838707?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114526422125838707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114526422125838707&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114526422125838707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114526422125838707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/michelle-lynn-and-alice-at-17th-glaad.html' title='Michelle, Lynn and Alice at 17th GLAAD Awards'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114508965513974295</id><published>2006-04-15T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T01:14:10.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Montage starts (&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A relatively rapid succession of different shots in a movie)&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Scene 1: Shot of Wil lying on a pillow, staring up at the ceiling. Her hands are crossed and are resting on top of her forehead.]&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 2: Shot of Vivian tossing and turning in bed. She rolls over and touches the side that Wil usually sleeps on, but realizes that Wil isn't there. Vivian grabs Wil's pillow and hugs onto it as if it's Wil.]&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 3: Shot of Wil at the candy machine holding 2 quarters. As Wil is about to insert the quarters in, she looks over at the candy bar packed with peanuts... and is reminded of the time that Vivian gave her 2 quarters. Wil's eyes start to well up with tears but she wipes them away before the tears could fall.]&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 4: Shot of Vivian sitting at the bench facing the bay. A straight couple is walking past her, smiling, giggling and eating hot dogs. Vivian smiles as she watches them past by, but suddenly a rush of sadness fills her whole being. Vivian then stares at the horizon as the sun is setting; her cheeks are lined with tear drops from both eyes.]&lt;br /&gt;[Montage ends]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Wil is visiting her Wai Po at the grave yard. After 30 minutes of standing there at the grave, the sky violently turns gray and it starts to sprinkle. Wil looks up at the sky and some specks of rain hit her face.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Damn it."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil bows to her Wai Po's grave and starts running towards the exit. Along the way she spots a familiar figure near a tombstone in the distance. Curious, Wil heads in the direction of the familiar figure.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Who is that over there?"&lt;br /&gt;[The person is hunched over and squatting near the tombstone. Suddenly, the clouds let out a down pour of rain. The rain drenches Wil in a matter of minutes. But the squatting figure, so deep in thought, didn't move an inch at the sight of the rain. Wil is worried, perhaps it was someone who was mentally unstable? In full doctor mode, Wil runs to the person to get them out of the rain, scared that they would catch pneumonia.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [out of breath]: "Excuse me. They're about to close the gates soon. Plus it's raining. Let's get out of the rain, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil places her hand on the person's shoulder. With one swift motion, the rain-drenched hand of the squatter grabs a hold of Wil's hand. Wil is a little bit shocked and tries to pull away.]&lt;br /&gt;Squatter: "Don't ever leave me again."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Hm... excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;Squatter: "Let me introduce you to my mom. Say hi mom."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [hesitant]: "Hrmm... hi, mom."&lt;br /&gt;[Finally, Wil recognizes the voice.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Dawn? It's raining cats and dogs, let's get out of here."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil tries to pull Dawn up. Half way up, Dawn stands up and slips into Wil's arms letting out deep sobs. Clueless, Wil comforts Dawn by hugging her and patting her head.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). I love the comments, keep them coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114508965513974295?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114508965513974295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114508965513974295&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114508965513974295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114508965513974295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-19.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 19'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114482341971420785</id><published>2006-04-11T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:21:32.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry in advance. This post might seem a little short. But better than nothing right! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...continued from Part 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 1: Wil is standing outside her apartment building looking up at the window. Hoping that Vivian would come to the window. But after standing there for 5 minutes, the lights to the apartment turn off and Wil sadly walks off into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Several yards away, Wil takes a final glimpse at the window to see if Vivian will be there. But Vivian isn't there. With her back slumped, Wil grudgingly walks away. Finally, Vivian pops her head at the window holding a tissue in her hand, tears still streaming down her face.]&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 2: Ma is holding Sammy's hand as they are walking towards their apartment.]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "How was your day at Wai Gung's today?"&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [in chinese]: "Good."&lt;br /&gt;[Ma and Sammy are walking up the steps when they notice a body strewn on the ground.]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Sammy, go look under that newspaper. This beggar is blocking the door."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy: "Ma... I'm scared."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Beggars don't usually hurt little kids. So, you're safe."&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [in chinese]: "Okay... Ma..."&lt;br /&gt;[Sammy hesitantly walks up the steps and inches closer to the body. With a frightened look on her face, Sammy turns around and looks at Ma.]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [waves her arms to urge Sammy on and in chinese says]: "Go on!"&lt;br /&gt;[Sammy still scared, starts to lift the newspaper up but the body shifts. Sammy quickly drops the newspaper back down over the person's body.]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "You'll be the death of me. Let me do it."&lt;br /&gt;[Ma goes up the steps and swiftly kicks the person's legs.]&lt;br /&gt;Beggar: "Ow! Ouch! That hurt!"&lt;br /&gt;Ma and Sammy [gasps and in chinese]: "Wilhelmina?!"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Do you like going around and kicking people or something? Ouch..."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "What are you doing lying like a beggar on the ground anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I waited forever for you... So, I nodded off."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "I can't believe that you came from my womb. Alright, get up. Let's go in."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil gets up off the ground while still rubbing her leg.]&lt;br /&gt;Sammy [sticks out her tongue at Wil]: "Wil, the beggar!"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [sarcastically smiles at Sammy]: "Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). I love the comments, keep them coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other suggestions for Dawn's role? =P  Eventually, when I find the time, I'll put up a snazzy little poll with pics and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114482341971420785?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114482341971420785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114482341971420785&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114482341971420785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114482341971420785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-18_11.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 18'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114465717332937481</id><published>2006-04-10T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:01:50.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Later that night. Wil is walking home from work. Vivian is preparing a dinner for Wil tonight. Before opening the door to her apartment, Wil exhales.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Alright, here I go."&lt;br /&gt;[The table is all laid out and various chinese dishes are spread across. Vivian is pouring some drinks into cups as Wil comes in.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "You're right on time."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "It smells good. I'm starving."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian and Wil sit down at the table and start eating.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Thanks for taking the time out to cook."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "It was my pleasure."&lt;br /&gt;[Towards the end of the meal, Vivian and Wil are sipping on tea. Wil places her mug down and tightens her ponytail.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [clears her throat]: "Vivian. Remember last night...?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Hm, what are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Well, I needed to tell you something."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Oh, I remember now. What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [in a shaky voice]: "Vivian... You know that I love you right?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Yes, I love you too."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Hm... how can I say this..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Is something wrong? Your face is a little pale."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Vivian..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Yes..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Viv..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [impatiently]: "I'm listening..."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Vivian, I'm scared to lose you. But I don't want to lie to you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Wil, just tell me."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I have feelings..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Feelings?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Yes, feelings for someone else."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian's face turns pale now. And she's trying to hold back her tears.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [struggling to hold her tears back]: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Aren't you happy with me?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Yes... but..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian [two tears stream down her face]: "But what? How can you say you love me and go behind my back and lie about it?"&lt;br /&gt;[Wil gets up from her chair to hug Vivian.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [opens her arms and attempts to hug Vivian]: "Vivian, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian pushes Wil away.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Don't touch me! I need to be alone."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian is sobbing uncontrollably. Wil silently cries and gets her jacket and backpack.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I guess I'll be at Ma's tonight. I'll call you tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Wait..."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil stops, her face is turned away from Vivian.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Do you love her?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Honestly, I dunno."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian buries her face in her arms.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I still love you Vivian. That'll never change."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil proceeds to walk out the apartment door without looking at Vivian. The door shuts, and Vivian with tears still streaming down her face looks up at the door.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "I love you too, Wil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). I love the comments, keep them coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who should play the role of Dawn?&lt;br /&gt;1. Lucy Liu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/lucy.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cecilia Chung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/cecilia.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kristen Kreuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/lana.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Zhang Ziyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/Zhang.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Amuro Namie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/amuro.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nakama Yukie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/nakama.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ito Misaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/misaki_ito.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Any other suggestions? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114465717332937481?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114465717332937481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114465717332937481&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114465717332937481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114465717332937481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-17.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 17'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114447794301502978</id><published>2006-04-07T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:30:25.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Wil is walking outside of Ma's shop. Apparently, Vivian forgot about what Wil wanted to talk about last night. Stricken with guilt, Wil is outside of Ma's shop to seek advice and to hear if any gossip of "the Dawn" escapade had leaked out to the Chinese community. Wil is taking her break off of work to come to Ma's.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma [sitting at the counter flipping through a magazine looks up and sees Wil coming in and in chinese says]: "Wil, what are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Hi, Ma."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Are you on your break?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "I'm feeling a little stressed. Can I get a facial?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Stephen, can you watch the counter? My daughter wants a facial."&lt;br /&gt;Stephen: "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Okay Wil. Let's go to the back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ma prepares the table for Wil to lay on. Ma takes Wil's jacket and backpack and places it on a nearby chair. Wil lays down on her back. Ma washes her hands and gets the supplies.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [sits back up to look at Ma]: "Ma, I actually came to ask you something."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Just lie down. I know you don't have much time."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil lies back down. Ma proceeds to clean Wil's face with an assortment of astringents and other facial chemicals.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [in chinese]: "Ma, do you love Little Yu after all this time?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Of course, I do. And don't call him that, he's practically your step father now."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Ma... he's only several years older than me. Besides he prefers that I call him that."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "You should still be respectful though."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Ma... I didn't come here to get ragged on."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "All right, what else did you want to ask me?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Well, how do I put this..."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "There's someone else isn't there."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "How did you know? Is there gossip about it already?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "It's called a chinese mother's intuition."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "So, you knew ever since I asked you at the market. Was it that obvious?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "I can see right through you Wil."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "What should I do, Ma? I still love Vivian..."&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Drop the other person and forget that it ever happened."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "And should I tell Vivian about it?"&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Just pretend that it never happened. I think that's the best way."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil stares up at the ceiling and her eyes start welling up with tears. Ma is a little surprised and blotches the tears with a towel.]&lt;br /&gt;Ma [in chinese]: "Was the face wash too strong for you?"&lt;br /&gt;[Ma gives Wil a comforting smile to let her know that it's okay. Ma pats Wil's head as if she were still a kid. And Wil reciprocates by smiling eventually.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). I love the comments, keep them coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114447794301502978?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114447794301502978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114447794301502978&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114447794301502978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114447794301502978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-16.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 16'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114440547178551912</id><published>2006-04-07T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T04:54:10.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 16 - NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I'm back from that hellhole called "MySpace." Some of you may think that Tila is a little dirty. But I love her for her determination. She's a strong bi vietnamese girl that doesn't put up with anyone's shit. And for that I admire her. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must apologize to Michelle Krusiec. I still love her! (If you look at my MySpace Michelle is the number 1 person that I'd like to meet. Followed by Tila. LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have writer's block right now. I've been sitting here for an hour but nothing useful came from it. I'm rewatching Saving Face for some inspiration now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114440547178551912?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114440547178551912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114440547178551912&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114440547178551912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114440547178551912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-16-not.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 16 - NOT!'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114431851383239615</id><published>2006-04-06T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T03:18:04.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry that I didn't write anything yesterday. I was just stuck in a trance over at MySpace. I always wondered why people were so addicted to it. Now I know why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wrote some of today's scene on my PDA today. So, here it is (I apologize if there's any grammar errors, I'm super duper tired right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Outside of Wil's apartment by the front door. Wil slowly takes out the keys and opens the door very slowly so she won't wake Vivian up. Most of the lights are out except for one which is a dim bedside lamp. Vivian knew that Wil was coming home late so she left that light on for her. Things are a mess in the apartment as Wil tippy toes across the ground avoiding things as if they were land mines.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Wil gets to the bathroom, puts her bag on the ground, brushes her teeth and washes her face. She takes off her pants and shirt, then puts on a tank top. As she is wiping her face with a towel, she heads out closer to look at Vivian, who is peacefully sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Wil takes a moment and contemplates on the evening that just passed. Wil's eyes start tearing up at the thought of hurting Vivian. A strong stabbing pain courses through Wil's chest. Yes, it was guilt that she was experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;Wil lets out a couple of sobs into the towel she is holding and then wipes her face. She places the towel back in the bathroom and slowly slips into bed with Vivian. Wil wraps her arms around Vivian, spooning her.]&lt;br /&gt;[Wil kisses Vivian's shoulder and Vivian starts waking up.]&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Oh, you're home. When did you get home?" [in slurred speech]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Not too long ago. Sorry that I woke you."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "It's okay, I just dozed off. Well, I'm sure you're spent, let's go to sleep, kay?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian reaches over and turns off the lamp. And closes her eyes. Wil is still wide awake.]&lt;br /&gt;[Several moments later...]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Vivian?"&lt;br /&gt;[slight silence]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Vivian?"&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Hm? What is it Wil?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Hm..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "Is something bothering you?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Well..."&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "I'm sure it could wait till tomorrow. Let's get some rest."&lt;br /&gt;[Vivian closes her eyes and falls asleep instantly.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [whispering]: "Vivian, I love you..." [Wil kisses Vivian's soft shoulder and hugs her tightly from behind under the covers.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). I love the comments, keep them coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114431851383239615?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114431851383239615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114431851383239615&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114431851383239615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114431851383239615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-15.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 15'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114413249713164841</id><published>2006-04-03T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T02:11:28.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hm... I've been going to myspace.com a lot. T_T Oh no! It's very distracting... especially since Tila Nguyen is on it! Damn, why is she so hot. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Scene: Outside of the cafe. Wil is walking alongside Dawn. The only source of lighting are the street lamps. It's a little chilly out so Wil has her arms wrapped around her body. Dawn looks cold also and Wil feels bad that Dawn's jacket is so thin.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "So... aren't you cold?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn [teeth chattering]: "Yes! Can I just..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Dawn slides her arm into Wil's and snuggles closer to Wil as they are walking. Wil looks at Dawn in amazement.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "Hm... ohhhh... kaaaayyy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn [has her head on Wil's shoulder]: "I feel so at ease when I'm with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [looks straight ahead trying not to blink]: "Mmm. Hm. I see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Wow, look at the sky tonight. It's filled with stars..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [moves her head up to look at the sky also]: "Oh, you're right. There's a lot of stars out tonight. Look! There's a shooting star!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn: "Hurry make a wish!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [closes her eyes and whispers under her breath]: "Let me get through this alive... please, pulleeaz... Hmph..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Wil makes a muffled sound, because Dawn has her lips pressed against Wil's. Wil can feel Dawn's cold little nose next to hers. Wil has her eyes open in shock. What should she do? This was a new yet warm feeling that she hadn't experienced with Vivian before. Dawn made Wil feel like a young teenager. Suspense. Danger. Forbidden. In so many ways it was so wrong, but why did kissing Dawn make her feel so good? Wil gives into her carnal desires and kisses Dawn back with every breath that she has. Wil holds onto Dawn and while still kissing, pushes her up against a tree. Wil slowly moves one of her hands onto Dawn's stomach, then she inches her way up to her chest. Wil feels something wet on her cheek and pulls away from Dawn to wipe her cheek off. But Wil realizes that Dawn has tears streaming down her delicate face. Wil quickly wipes Dawn's face.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "What's wrong? Was I too rough?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/wil_rough.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn [sniffling wipes her tears away]: "No... I'm sorry. This isn't very easy, is it?" [Dawn manages to smile]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [worried]: "I know. I'm risking everything that I have with Vivian."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn [tears are still streaming down her face]: "Wil... In all of my life, I've never felt this way for anyone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil: "Aw... stop crying." [Wil hugs Dawn.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn [still teary]: "This is killing me. I don't want to hurt Vivian either."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [pulls away from Dawn slowly]: "I should head back home. You'll be okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dawn [wipes her tears away]: "Yeah... I'll be fine. All these pent up emotions got the best of me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wil [jokingly]: "Yeah. Darn those pent up emotions!" [Wil smiles at Dawn.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/wil_dontcry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). I love the comments, keep them coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114413249713164841?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114413249713164841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114413249713164841&amp;isPopup=true' title='64 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114413249713164841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114413249713164841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-14.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 14'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>64</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23853655.post-114404737863732563</id><published>2006-04-02T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T02:17:29.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Face 2: Part 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...continued from Part 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I lied. I guess writing has become my new addiction. T_T Okay, onto the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Outside of Wil's apartment. Wil is wondering if she should go up to her apartment or meet Dawn who is waiting for her at a cafe. Wil is walking down the stairs still looking up at her window, hoping that Vivian would pop her head out and see Wil standing there. Suddenly, a car alarm goes off and rattles Wil. Wil looks up and sees a shadow approaching the window. Not knowing what to do, Wil hops over the stairway ledge and hides in the shadows of the trees and bushes.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [whispering to herself]: "What am I doing? I'm turning into a psycho."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil hears Vivian close the blinds and slowly Vivian's footsteps are heading away from the window.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [relieved]: "Phew!" [Wil wipes her forehead of sweat.] "I guess I owe it to myself and Vivian to put an end to this. Let me go straighten that Dawn out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene: Wil is standing across the street from the cafe and she can see Dawn sitting at a table near the window.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Okay, risk and trouble prepare to meet your match."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil marches across the street and pushes the door open. And approaches Dawn with loud stomping footsteps.]&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn is a little surprised at Wil's demeanor.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Looky here Dawn. I can't do this to Vivian. Vivian and I are engaged and we're going to have a committment ceremony after my residency is done."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [shocked]: "Whoa... sit down, chill out and have some tea. We're just having tea."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [points at the tea]: "No... there's something behind this 'tea'!"&lt;br /&gt;[Some of the other customers are staring at Wil who is making a spectacle of herself. Wil turns around and just realizes that she's being a little bit rude.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Geezus, sit your ass down."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [looks at the other customers and holds her hand up]: "Sorry, everyone."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil sits down.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Are you thirsty?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil [quickly says]: "No, no, no. I'm not thirsty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/wil_thirsty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "What's the matter with you?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Me? Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Well, I'm going to get another refill."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn squeezes past Wil. Wil acts like she's disgusted, but deep down inside, she secretly enjoyed touching Dawn again. On the table is the CD that Dawn brought for Wil. Wil picks it up to look at Dawn's handwriting.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "To: Wil. I'm sorry, so sorry. From: D."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn comes back and squeezes past Wil again.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Oh, so yeah. That's the CD that I made for you."&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Um, thanks. But what are you sorry for?"&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "You mean the message that I wrote?"&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Yes, that."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "I'm sorry for putting you in a position like this. But, I can't help being drawn to you and I know you feel the same way about me. I can see it in your eyes."&lt;br /&gt;Wil [moves her eyes to one side]: "What do you mean?" [she says coyly.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sars-fansubs.com/images/blog/savingface/wil_still.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn [chuckles]: "You're so cute when you do that."&lt;br /&gt;[Dawn reaches out and cups Wil's face with one of her palms. Wil closes her eyes and gently nuzzles her cheek into Dawn's palm.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [almost purring]: "Hm... I remember this... you smell so good."&lt;br /&gt;[Wil opens her eyes, grabs onto Dawn's hand and nervously holds onto it. Slowly, Wil moves in closer to Dawn's serene face to kiss her. But Wil bumps her elbow into Dawn's drink and knocks it over onto her lap.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil [startled]: "Shit!" [Wil stands up and let's go of Dawn's hand.]&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "It's okay." [Dawn picks up the drink and tosses it into the garbage can. Dawn takes some napkins from the table and helps Wil wipe off the stain from her pants.]&lt;br /&gt;Wil: "Well, I should get going. This was a sign..."&lt;br /&gt;Dawn: "Let me at least walk with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you want to post this somewhere else, please link back to the blog URL &lt;a href="http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and credit me (Duong or my internet nick - amrayu/amrayu78). I love the comments, keep them coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23853655-114404737863732563?l=ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/feeds/114404737863732563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23853655&amp;postID=114404737863732563&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114404737863732563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23853655/posts/default/114404737863732563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemichellekrusiec.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-face-2-part-13.html' title='Saving Face 2: Part 13'/><author><name>Duong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16610751789084137255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UddmQYrz8Q8/SX6YNRsz0dI/AAAAAAAAADI/HvqPuamjv9E/s1600-R/duong2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry></feed>
