the magical powers of a business suit. you stand up straighter, you feel older, you behave a little better...then you look into the mirror and realize that your shoulders are too large (damn pads), your head's too small (damn head), your tie's too short (damn not knowing how to tie a tie). the list goes on. suddenly you realize that you're tapping your pen at a frenetic pace. you hope that no one else is noticing the little cartoon heads drawn into the margins. you try to turn them into flute diagrams. you now have really complex scribbles with eyes. you fight the urge to bust a big yawn. *blink*blink*



everyone else was introduced as a mister. mr yang. mr hwang. mr wu. jonathan. nobody calls me jonathan except for school teachers and lynnchen. ha. how do you make small talk to businessmen? where are you from? how long have you been here? where did you go to school? mba at harvard? wow, that musta been um....difficult. go you. do you watch smallville? haha, yeah, me neither, who has time for TV nowadays?



what's that ring on your thumb for? i just forgot to take it off when i took off my four earrings. "oh, nothing."