Facebooking!
•February 13, 2010 • Leave a CommentSo, it all started with a simple status update on facebook and what ensued was a pretty crazy exchange:
Bobby Plasencia- Great! I just sent a friend request to my 6 year old cousin! What was I thinking? Now I’m gonna have to watch my language and the crazy pics. I hope she doesn’t accept. What is she doing on facebook anyway!?!? Don’t you have to be like 18 or something?
Yesterday at 3:04pm
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Wilda 穎翹 Wong
make your privacy settings unique for her!
Yesterday at 4:17pm ·
Wendy Leigh
i wont’ let my kids on! and don’t friend them either… ![]()
Yesterday at 4:56pm ·
Bobby Plasencia
Dearest Wilda,
You’re brilliant!
If you believed in marriage, I would apply for the position of husband and name our first child after you, even if he was a boy.
PS. Has there ever been a boy named Wilda? I wonder.
Yesterday at 5:07pm ·
I'm all the rage in architectural circles!
•February 13, 2010 • Leave a CommentA very incisive blog that talks about the Independent Shakespeare Company’s production of The Tempest in LA. I played Caliban in the production.
World’s Best Pics!
•August 26, 2009 • Leave a CommentSo, somehow, someway, some of my pics were included in this website.
A Composition for Strings
•July 14, 2009 • Leave a CommentThis piece was originally written 2 years ago. Still needs work. But, here it is. In all it’s beautiful ruggedness.
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A COMPOSITION FOR STRINGS
The rarest butterfly in the world is the Palos Verdes Blue Butterfly which can be found in the Palos Verdes Peninsula just south of Los Angeles in San Pedro. Only 300 of them are known to exist.
In Van Nuys lives an old Veterano named Frank who walks with a cane and starts drinking beer the moment he gets up in the morning. He too is originally from San Pedro.
One of the rarest sea snails is the white abalone which makes its home in 200 feet of water… off the coast of San Pedro.
A couple of days ago, I found myself driving around the lot of the Warner Brother’s Studio on Hollywood Way in Burbank thinking of that snail, of Frank, and that blue butterfly, and looking for Stage 23 with my friend Winston who was shooting a movie in the lot, and who also happens to be from San Pedro. We finally make it to Stage 23. I park the car and Winston rushes into the building. He barely makes it in on time. I decide to stay outside admiring the magnificent Southern California day. It’s 74 degrees outside and the sky is as blue as the wings of that rare butterfly.












