XOXO

We went to XOXO, the Thai restaurant in downtown G.R., last night. Took the bus downtown and according to R we had a girl roll her eyes at us because we were talking about my (dare I say our?) latest obessession - Johnny's boys. Oh, oh, oh and although I am getting ahead of myself I must tell you this and I feel awfully clever too; Johnny's Entertainment has a brother/sister organization right here in the United States of America. Disney! In Johhny oji-chan's defense I must say he picks out better looking people and in rare cases monkeys who can really act (cf. Ninomiya Kazunari).

Getting back to my central narrative, we ordered what we ALWAYS order - Penang Curry. I got crab rangoons instead of tom-yum soup. Methinks they do not sound similar but the waitress looked so nervous and new that I let it be. In any case I was glad we sat next to the windows again. Vantage Point! I had an excellent view of a very good looking old man sitting a table away. R rolled her eyes when I told her this. I was merely admiring his obvious ability to age gracefully. We also wish R's hot Japanese chef-boy could work at XO if only for the obvious benefits. I tell you, there is a drama in all of us. Mine's fairly straightforward - I go to Japan, I meet boy-band (preferably named Arashi), member falls in love with me, member is bit of a brat, I fall in love with a different member, different member is a bit emo and has blonde hair, different member loves a beautiful model, I realize, slowly, through various twists turns and rounds, that I really do love member, member and I marry and live happily ever after.

THE END

I know what you're thinking - Hana Yori Dango, you little .... To all of you - Hey! It's all permutation and combination anyway! Now for R's drama. Her's has more tears and heart tugging moments than mine. Thankfully no one suffers from a terminal illness.

R goes to Japan to study at University where EVERY Japanese drama (read: Gokusen) is filmed. Takes difficult-ass classes that make you want to jump off bridge. Anywhich way R craves T. food. Friend recommends a restaurant she works at. R and friend go to restaurant. Restaurant has two hot chefs. One hotter than the other. R falls for the less hot one (quite obvious really). Anywhichway R and chef look longingly at each other every time she eats there. One day chef gathers enough courage to ask R if the food is alright. Days pass and R's stay in Japan is coming to an end. R is stupid and does not talk to hot chef boy. Hot chef boy is stupid too and does not talk to R. Both are stupid. Last week arrives and finally R's friend insists on giving chef R's phone number/email address. There are cheers when chef receives phone number from friend. R runs away in the rain. No need for umbrellas, thank you very much. BUT it too late, fool! R needs to return to the land of opportunities. Chef promises to love her forever. R promises to love chef forever. TEARS, tears and more tears at Narita. Then it happens! The hug that brings a lump to your throat (Utada Hikaru's "I'm a Prisoner of Love" as background music). R walks into immigration (?) gates in slow motion. Looks back with tears in her eyes. Chef has hand on heart and mouths Aish teru.

THE END

What? That really is the end! Next summer we'll have the sequel. O_O Muhahahahaha.

Updates: R might blog! Applause everyone!

DBSK has some hot hot boys. Me likey Mirotic.

Aoyama Thelma's song is stuck in this head. Arggggh.

Johnny's of the Week: Ryo Nishikido. Because he is an evil psycho, is mean as hell to Ueda Tatsuya demo, demo soooooooooo SEKSHI! So here we go, a picture of the man/boy/boy-man/man-boy of the week.