The motel we're at has a waffle machine that let's us know where we are. The continental breakfast is so funny. There's a gallon of milk in the sink sitting on an inch of ice. Waffles, bread, and squirtable jam and butter. And coffee.

No fruit. No juice.

Hey, it's Texas.

The enchiladas I had today from Tito's were insanely good. And rich. I'm glad the walk from Jumpstart Performance Space to the Motel is long. And I started doing an 8-minute Pilates DVD to keep me fit despite all this touring.

Fitness baby.



Right now I'm watching this special on CNN about how we've been in Iraq for five years now. When it's over, I plan to watch the extras for tonight's episode of Flavor of Love 3 online.

I guess I like my cocktails an equal mix of horror to fluff. "Flurror" I shall call it.

"I'll have a Flurror on the rocks. Well, make that on Iraq."

Today in rehearsal my director was talking about how people are so tired of Bush bashing. I am too. I was like an angry ex-girlfriend, but now, after a lot of time, I'm ready to move on to my new hotter and more hopeful boyfriend Obama. It seemed pretty lame about a year ago to get mad at Bush anymore and high time to just move on with it.

So we started to really look at the show and started hacking away at entire sections. Not because they were "Bush Bashing" sections, but because we wanted to challenge ourselves to find more meaning in the same amount of time. More hope perhaps?

Three years later, this show is still an evolving monster that begs more and more questions.

Have we turned over every rock? Have we tried everything? Have we looked at this story deeply enough?

Because even when you have the answer, there are always more questions. And then, there are always more answers.

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"She's got a butter face. Everything looks good on her, butter face."
--Wisdom from Big John, Rock of Love

Just blogging to let everyone know I'm still alive. I had some down time in the last few weeks which while good for relaxation, is very bad because it's just me and my thoughts. Alone.

One such amazing thought I had was this week: "Hey! Why not get my last name tattooed on my forearm in Old English!?"

Of course, I had this idea at a bar where apparently, many amazing tattoo ideas have been birthed (ankle dolphin anyone?) and was surrounded by enough friends who suggested I actually test drive the idea by writing the tattoo out in sharpie and sport it for a few days rather than drive myself to the tattoo parlor right there and then.



I'm not sure if it's because my version looked so Katrina-survivor-social-security-number-on -the-arm-esque, but this tattoo idea doesn't seem like a winner.

My self confidence has been on quite the emotional roller coaster since I was scouted for the role of the "frumpy Chinese waitress with pimples" a few weeks back. At first I laughed, and then last night, found myself sobbing.

This town is hard on a wee little thing like me. I've always thought I was beautiful and never thought anyone could take that from me. Sure, I'm not supermodel beautiful, but I'm alright. I'm a cutie pie. Right? Well, last night, it felt like enough side comments from friends, looking at myself in the mirror too long etc. has finally cracked me open.

I know I'm a shit talking broad myself, but there's only so much much verbiage I can take, and from my own friends. Who I know mean well, but.... ouch! I hurt!

I've been in Los Angeles for five weeks. And I'm going on tour Sunday for five weeks. I don't know how actors can stand being in Los Angeles year round. It's hard! And harsh! And so isolating. How can actors stand letting their fate be held ultimately by someone else? That drives me nuts. And people here are way too good looking and need to learn to use it for good, not evil.

I'm really glad I get to leave town and meet some down home folks in San Antonio, Amherst and New York City.

I am treating myself to an early birthday present in April. I've arranged to sit for pin-up photographer, Viva Van Story. She's in New Jersey and she's super enthusiastic about photographing me. I'm spending all of April on the East Coast. That's right. Wong is doing a set of pin-up photos! I may not share them on the site. I think I'll just have them printed up and framed in my future house where I can jerk off to hot pictures of myself in the privacy of my own home.

I have a vision for myself in my upcoming 30s. I'll live in up in my little condo in Baldwin Hills, North Hollywood or Boyle Heights (the only neighborhoods I can seem to get in for less than 200K), surrounded by my loving cats, knitting baby sweaters for my friends' babies, and I'll have tons of photos of myself looking hot.

Nobody can take that from me. Do you hear me? Nobody!!! I am the hottest cat lady ever!!!!

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Maybe my jokes will go over better when I am 86.

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Lots of goodies in this update. My little film of me as a Harajuku Girl (me above) is up and it only takes 60 seconds to watch. Go to http://www.popoftheday.msn.com and click on "March 8, 2008" or Michael Jackson's face to see my film.


Also, a little article came out in the Long Beach 49er about a talk I did there last week.
The best is a quote in the article about how I now aspire to do more "meaningless things" with my life because "Wong Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" was so damn stressful.

And for those who can read Chinese... guess what? My people are finally making steps to embrace me as their own crazy spawn. I made the front page of the China Press out of Southern California. Wish I could tell you what they said about me. Probably how I should have been Miss Chinatown without actually running.

And, Daisy Lin Shapiro's documentary on Miss Chinatowns is premiering this May it seems at the VC Film Fest. She's been following my work for about eight years! Now I get to visit that all. I'm really excited for her.


Now. Back to wonking.

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Caption this photo.

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