life goes on in SF-O

Just had the idea of blogging my life in NYC. I started emailing people at work first day and it snowballed into a full-time job. So here I am trying out Friendster’s blog.  If you want to read my previous blogs that I posted years ago, here they are:
http://yanjai.livejournal.com/

FIrst off, Lucia asked me to post pix of the apartment. You can see them here:
http://danieltsao.blogs.friendster.com/photos/ny_apartment/
Oh wait, a little background info would be helpful for those of you who do not know: Been sent to NYC to work on the Gucci New York Flagship store, thanks to Tom Owens, Barry Bourbon, Kathleen Jordan for putting their trust in me, and my mom and dad, for giving birth to a son who does not hesitate to kiss ass in multiple angles and positions AND pull things outta my behind as needed and as required. Nellie said some of the things I pulled outta my ass throughout the years were actually quite useful at times. Anyways, I’m supposed to learn the basics, take the protoype, and finish one in Palm Desert CA . . . before I leave NYC by the end of July. They put me up at 99 Battery Place. It’s decent and clean but the best feature is the "concierge". The dry cleaning place delivers to the reception. The doorman, simply by recognizing my chinkish face, passes the wash&fold and dry cleaning onto my tired hands when I come back from work late at night, usually past midnight. I work hard ya know, so they’d think I’m worth the money. The picture is too big, I don’t wanna write much about the place anymore but I have 2 more lines. BUGGER. AND I’m getting tired. I should write about the first day (night) first.

So I got to the airport by 10:30pm Saturday night thinking I’m the plan ahead goddess. I even made a Supershuttle reservation before I left SF, way in advance. It’s only $23. Cheapest and easiest way to get outta the airport and get sent to the door of my apt. NOT. The operator told me to go fuck myself, sit on the curb, and wait for rescue , I meant, wait for 20 min outside. There will be a Supershuttle going near Battery Plark City (South tip of Manhattan) eventually. Well, I waited for 30 minutes without smoking. There were close to 20 cigarettes lit around me during that time. None of the Supershuttles was going remotely close to where I wanted to go. They’re all going to "Midtown", the land of humans. Apparently, nobody lives near where I am living now. So after 45 minutes, I got on my knees, wrapped my arms around one of the nicer looking Supershuttle driver’s leg, and begged him to drive me. He obliged, well, after dropping 6 other people off all over Manhattan. There was this white, Caucasion, girl with no money on her (Upper Eastside); there was this yellow, Asian, dude from Toronto who would not stopped talking about how familiar he is with NY, how nobody expects you to be polite in NY (East Village); there’s this old lady, she’s fine, can’t really trash her (West 103rd st); there’s this older dude who was the ultimate backseat Supershuttle driver . . . by the time the real Jamaican driver asked me if I knew where I was going (cuz he had no idea where 99 Battery Place was . .. is), I was asleep. It was close to 2am. Great tour, eh? I even knew about FDR drive and the historic giant PEPSI COLA neon sign before I got off the van. Very useful information. So we looked at the map together and we found the place. It’s right by the water and almost directly connected to Battery Park and the running/biking trail. YAY!

This is day one May 12, 2007 evening May 13, 2007 morning. I was so tired and pissed but guess what was waiting for me in the freezer and fridge to cheer me up???? A pack of Dunhill and a 6 pack o Corona. Talk about going out of the way to accumulate good karma. My eyes were all watery at an instance. This is what Data and Seven-of-Nine were looking for all their lives - humanity. I bless whoever was staying here before me with all my un-filtered love. Amen.

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