Thursday, September 30, 2004

Final Score: 389 to 30

In a night where almost nothing goes right for me, things seemed to right itself out in the end if you back off and let it flow on its own.

In New York, Equinox is a gymnasium reserved for people who has money. Benis is now pursued by an agency whom many regarded as the most sought after. They lavished on Benis to clean himself up a little and buff himself a little by signing him up for tanning, waxing and workout at Equinox. Benis explained to The Boss that he does not want to work out alone at a gymnasium in a new city, can he brings a friend as well? The Boss then issued one for ... me. I was speechless and surprised. Benis, we will work out together. Thanks and good luck, baby.

Later in the evening, Cyn and Benis became nervous and decided to drink Absolut Vodka with Cranberry Juice a little to alleviate the jittery of playing on Faggot Feud at XL Bar. It didn't calm their jittery. Our first choice interpreter had an emergency situation that required her to be at somewhere else. So Aaron ended up interpreting for us. It was difficult thing to handle because the lights were blaring on us and I tried the best to read his signs in the midst of heavy lights and apparently, the bar also has a fog machine which clouds the visibility for me to read the interpreter at times.

Enterainers Richie Rich and Amanda LePore pulled an interesting introduction, throwing comments against each other in an affectionate manner. Then Richie Rich said something that made me respect him even more, "For the first time in history of Faggot Feud, we will have a deaf, but not blind, deaf team competing tonight. Come over!"

Surdus, Benis, Cyn and I got on the stage -- we had some struggles with where the interpreter is to position -- because of light problems. But it eventually ironed itself out -- but Cyn kept on getting giddy and shove my left arm repeatedly without giving me a break. Tried all tricks to shut her up was not successful. I noticed that Benis and Cyn fed each other off on jitteries. That really made me bit annoyed and frustrated at times. I was the captain of the team. Amanda asked each contestant their names, their backgrounds, and few questions. She asked me how I had been doing. I shot back, "I'm good, but except that I'm annoyed with everyone else today."

Amanda cooed, "Yes, we all get annoyed all the time, but I'm sure I did not annoy you?" I giggled. She asked me if I'm top or bottom. "Top," I said. Benis interrupted that I was lying and that I was versatile. Cyn agreed. I was baffled.

Timeout: Actually, I'm probably 80% Top, 20% Bottom. If I feel comfortable and in love with someone else, I'll bottom. But otherwise, I prefer to top. Yes, that is too much information. But I had to defend myself, really.

I stared at Benis while Amanda talked to Cyn. I told Benis, "Did you realize that by telling Amanda and everyone else in the audience that I am versatile, people will think we did play together?" Benis had his hand on his mouth, "Oh. But actually, come to think of this, if we are together, you'd let me fuck you, right?" I smiled. He's right.

Then I saw Amanda asking Cyn if she's Top or Bottom -- Cyn resoundingly answered that she is versatile. The audience erupted in loud cheers and applauses. Benis was the last one to be interviewed -- as I was being distracted by Cyn's repeated shoves -- Richie Rich said that he saw Benis earlier in the day on the subway and had an instant crush on Benis. Blah, blah.

I get to play first, I was bit confused with the game rules and to stomp the light -- result is that the girl beats me to it. The hearing team messed up with the answers and left the game to us -- we answered it all right and won the first round, 64-0. In the 2nd round, we fucked it up. And they won 30 points. Then in the 3rd round, the hearing team picked many correct words but they also striked themselves out after 3rd mistake -- then they asked me to give one answer -- if I got it right, I steal their points. I am not sure which one I answered but it was correct. Then it was good enough to roll up to a 128-30 lead. Then in 4th & 5th round, we just demolished them, 389-30.

The truth is that we were dazzled, confused and bit heavy buzzed by the whole drama. Amanda and Richie tried to pull Benis pants down but he declined -- good for Benis! He's not cheap. Even Richie commented, "I like that."

At one point, we had to identify anything that we wears that starts with "S" -- I said swimming suits. They asked me, "Like Speedos, etc?" I nodded. Bingo, we won. Anyway, Amanda asked me if I liked Speedos. I said, "No." She said, "Then what do you like?" I said, "I like baggy shorts." Amanda, "Plenty for you to imagine what is in it for you?" I said, "Exactly what I liked!"

Then in the bonus round, I was too distracted by the persistent shoves and I decided to insert Surdus and Benis in the bonus round to win money out of $200 possibility. We won $178.

After that, we were deluded with congratulations, stares, free drinks and chats with Richie Rich and Amanda LePore and few others. About 15 deaf people were there as well. I think we made an impression on the audience that we can compete and wipe them off the map. Later, I thanked the XL Manager for giving us a chance to play. It was good experience.

All in all, it was great night. Crazy but fun.

Up next is a getaway from Gotham City for the weekend! Yahoo!!



Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Food For Your Own Thoughts

Dad blames Bush for his son's death -- When the United States, Great Britain and Soviet Union crushed Germany, they were quick to set up the system where the masses can seek for food, health and so on. The result is that the Nazis did not have a chance to encourage the masses to resist and wage the cat-and-mouse games with these three nations. How? One has to plan ahead for the future right after the post-war. GW Bush and his administration, especially Rumsfeld, blundered by allowing the lootings, unable to restore electricity, unable to provide the basic necessities for several days. GW Bush and his cronies sent the Armed Forces to seize the oil industries as the primary targets instead of attending to the masses' needs. They insist that to operate the oil industry, Iraq can help its own people. Who gives a fuck about that? The first 10 days were crucial in cutting the stem of doubts whether if the Iraqi War was good or not. It is no secret that they failed miserably.

The result is frequent bombings, beheadings, kidnappings and a lot of tensions among the ethnic and religious groups. I'm sure that Eisenhower, Roosevelt, Churchill and Stalin would look at the situation in rather disappointing approach. Bush has his chance to prove it -- but he blew it when he ordered the Armed Forces to secure and guard the oil industries and ignore the lootings. People in Iraq looked at this clearly -- "They wanted our oil!" People in Baghdad still complained that there are frequent blackouts. Why is it not taken care of? Inexcusable.

Yes, Iraqis may be grateful for the removal of Saddam but they still regard us as the ones who occupied their country. Even if we already turned the government to Iraqi's hands, many still said that they are the puppets of US' whims. I really cannot blame them.

Al-Zarqawi gambled to play the cat-and-mouse games with the Armed Forces and so far, he is successful in driving people nuts. We could not find Osama bin Laden who is 6'5 tall, we could not find Muhammad Omar who has one eye and what makes Bush and his cronies that they'll find Al-Zarqawi?

Cheers to Michael Rogers for identifying another hypocritical fag in the Republican National Committee along with Jay Banning, his name is Dan Gurley, he is the Deputy Political Director and National Field Director of Republican National Committee. How can one works for a group that adopted the platform that goes against one is beyond me.

Enough about the politics, I'm going to hop on another subject -- which is close to Merritt and Delanne's heart. It was reported that Mount St. Helens is slated to erupt in the next few days. Delanne, be careful and check the sky when it happened -- be sure to take some pictures of the eruption. It should be interesting experience for you, Delanne.

Tonight is the one -- Benis, Surdus, Cyn and I will venture out to XL Bar to participate in Faggot Feud versus whoever challenged us! Hope we win! And it'll be surreal experience to observe the masses and LePore's antics. Before going to the XL Bar, I'll nap. I'm practically worn out at work -- so much things to do, so little time to do. C'est la vie. Which is good thing because this weekend, I am getting out of the city to recuperate.

For some people, why did I say Dorian Yanke is dead? Well, he is just a prick that nagged me like gnats do to a person a long time ago -- when he graduated and moved on with his life, he dissipated over the time. Nobody really cares about him. To me, he is truly dead. I do not care nor have the desire to hear what's up with his life. When someone mentioned about the twinkies, it reminded me of Dorian's freshman year. He was arrogant prick, 'nuff said. I was chatting with Nanc and he walked by and tossed the twinkies onto my lap. I personally preferred cupcakes, but this twinkies are disgusting. He said, "The machine gave me wrong one, so I figured you wanted this." I tossed it back to him and said, "No, I don't want it."

From there, he has been relentlessly calling me these names associated with twinkies. Then one day, Dorian's sister, Myra and I ended up roommates -- she is a great roommate. I enjoyed her tremendously and she also agreed with me to forbade this boy from entering our townhouse. It was a good payback as there were several times which he came by and begged and I still refused. Granted, he is intelligent and handsome but he wasted it by insulting people around him relentlessly. You know, when he took his shirt off, I thought his nipples were bit ... odd. Guys, agree or not?


Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Vote for Bush!! Vote for Bush!! (Not!)

This individual seeks an executive position. He will be available next January, and is willing to relocate.

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, DC 20520


Law Enforcement:
I was arrested in Kennebunkport, Maine, in 1976 for driving under the influence of alcohol. I pled guilty, paid a fine, and had my driver's license suspended for 30 days. My Texas driving record has been "lost" and is not available.

I joined the Texas Air National Guard and went AWOL. I refused to take a drug test or answer any questions about my drug use. By joining the Texas Air National Guard, I

I graduated from Yale University with a low C average. I was a cheerleader.


I ran for U.S. Congress and lost. I began my career in the oil business in Midland, Texas, in 1975. I bought an oil company, but couldn't find any oil in Texas. The company went bankrupt shortly after I sold all my stock. I bought the Texas Rangers baseball team in a sweetheart deal that took land using taxpayer money. With the help of my father and our friends in the oil industry (including Enron CEO Ken Lay), I was elected governor of Texas.


- I changed Texas pollution laws to favor power and oil companies, making Texas the most polluted state in the Union. During my tenure, Houston replaced Los Angeles as the most smog-ridden city in America.

- I cut taxes and bankrupted the Texas treasury to the tune of billions in borrowed money.

- I set the record for the most executions by any governor in American history.

- With the help of my brother, the governor of Florida, and my father's appointments to the Supreme Court, I became President after losing by over 500,000 votes.


- I am the first President in U.S. history to enter office with a criminal record.

- I invaded and occupied two countries at a continuing cost of over one billion dollars per week.

- I spent the U.S. surplus and effectively bankrupted the U.S. Treasury.

- I shattered the record for the largest annual deficit in U.S. history.

- I set an economic record for most private bankruptcies filed in any 12-month period.

- I set the all-time record for most foreclosures in a 12-month period.

- I set the all-time record for the biggest drop in the history of the U.S. stock market. In my first year in office, over 2 million Americans lost their jobs and that trend continues every month.

- I'm proud that the members of my cabinet are the richest of any administration in U.S. history. My "poorest millionaire," Condoleeza Rice, has a Chevron oil tanker named after her.

- I set the record for most campaign fund-raising trips by a U.S. President.

- I am the all-time U.S. and world record-holder for receiving the most corporate campaign donations.

- My largest lifetime campaign contributor, and one of my best friends, Kenneth Lay, presided over the largest corporate bankruptcy fraud in U.S. History: Enron.

- My political party used Enron private jets and corporate attorneys to ensure my success with the U.S. Supreme Court during my election decision.

- I have protected my friends at Enron and Halliburton against investigation or prosecution. More time and money was spent investigating the Monica Lewinsky affair than has been spent investigating one of the biggest corporate rip-offs in history. I presided over the biggest energy crisis in U.S. history and refused to intervene when corruption involving the oil industry was revealed.

- I presided over the highest gasoline prices in U.S. history.

- I cut over-time pay.

- I changed the U.S. policy to allow convicted criminals to be awarded government contracts.

- I appointed more convicted criminals to administration than any President in U.S. history.

- I created the Ministry of Homeland Security, the largest bureaucracy in the history of the United States government.

- I've broken more international treaties than any President in U.S. history.

- I am the first President in U.S. history to have the United Nations remove the U.S. from the Human Rights Commission.

- I withdrew the U.S. from the World Court of Law.

- I refused to allow inspector's access to U.S. "prisoners of war" detainees, and have refused to abide by the Geneva Convention.

- I am the first President in history to refuse United Nations election inspectors (during the 2002 U.S. elections).

- I set the record for fewest numbers of press conferences of any President since the advent of television.

- I set the all-time record for most days on vacation in any one-year period. After taking off the entire month of August 2001, I presided over the worst security failure in U.S. history.

- I garnered the most sympathy ever for the U.S. after the World Trade Center attacks and less than a year later made the U.S. the most hated country in the world---the largest failure of diplomacy in world history.

- I have set the all-time record for most people worldwide to simultaneously protest me in public venues (15 million people), shattering the record for protests against any person in the history of mankind.

- I am the first President in U.S. history to order an unprovoked, preemptive attack and the military occupation of a sovereign nation. I did so against the will of the United Nations, the majority of U.S. citizens, and the world community.

- I have cut health care benefits for war veterans and support a cut in duty benefits for active duty troops and their families in wartime.

- In my State of the Union Address, I lied about our reasons for attacking Iraq and then blamed the lies on our British friends.

- I am the first President in history to have a majority of Europeans (71%) view my presidency as the biggest threat to world peace and security.

- I am supporting development of a nuclear "Tactical Bunker Buster," a WMD.

- I have so far failed to fulfill my pledge to bring Osama Bin Laden to justice.


- All records of my tenure as governor of Texas are now in my father's library, sealed and unavailable for public view.

- All records of SEC investigations into my insider trading and my bankrupt companies are sealed in secrecy and unavailable for public view.

- All records or minutes from meetings that I, or my Vice-President, attended regarding public energy policy are sealed in secrecy and unavailable for public review.


Man, I Look Awful

Damn you guys, you never told me that I am fuckin' ugly.

When I smile, I probably scare kids.

This happened at the festival where I saw this dude. We talked and he told me that he has his own moblog. I thought he was bullshitting -- he pulled his cell and snapped the picture before I could stop him -- as you can see my left hand trying to wave him to stop it -- but the result is -- I grinned, looked awful and looked retarded.

Go figure. Thanks a lot, Seannie.


P.S. Look at how funny Sammie is when he tried to say something!

Monday, September 27, 2004

Faggot Feud, Sukkot and October 1st.

It is confirmed. This Wednesday evening, Benis, Cyn, Surdus and I will participate in Faggot Feud versus some hearing team along with two interpreters. It should be crazy. It is at XL Bar on 16 Street between 8 and 9 Avenues in New York - 9~29~04. Eeek!

Then the next day on 30th is Sukkot, another Jewish holiday -- which means what? I'm off from work -- Praise the Lord!

Then the next day after Sukkot, I'm off to New Hampshire for the weekend!

I cannot wait. I have to log off to pee because I'm so excited.


October 15th

You know, October 15th should be considered as the national holiday. If people wanted to represent this country in a proud manner, October 15th is the perfect date.

Why? It is the Midnight Madness for NCAA Hoops! It is the starting date to practice and get ready for the fierce competition of NCAA Basketball, Men and Women. Go Virginia Cavaliers! As for Virginia Women, I'm curious about Takeisha Granberry, Sharnee Zoll and Denesha Kenion -- the newcomers on the team. Will they be able to turn the pessimistic tide of last season into a winning one? I'm sick of Connecticut and Tennessee hogging the Top 1-2 for the last 5 years.

Good news, Louisiana State is No. 1 -- bad news, Virginia probably will face them in Baton Rouge if they beat Arizona State in Women's Sports Foundation Classic Tournament. As of now, Virginia is virtually unranked in many magazines and newspapers -- a first in 20 years or so. Of course, I am not happy camper at this moment. Coach Ryan, if you fucked this season, you must be fired.

On other hand, I smiled with a glee that Florida State's Quarterback, Chris Rix is injured. He injured his ankle. Boo hoo. I never liked him or his arrogance. He was busted and fined by the campus security after some people told the security officers that Rix was using the handicapped parking tag to occupy the handicapped parking spaces. And on his website, Chris Rix professed to devote himself to the "Glory of God and his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ". Man, I love his website because it made me snicker so hard. So bad. Ugh. Rix is overrated and ridiculous to start with.

I have news for you, Chris Rix -- God does not give a fuck about your accomplishments on football field nor does he cares about winning or losing. People like you need to see that God has better things to do than to cheer for you, you prick. Oops, maybe that is why you got an ankle injury. To see that there is more to life than football.


Is blogACTIVE Good For Us?

Some people attacked the architect of blogACTIVE for outing many people, especially the ones who is actively against the gay issues. Most of these are Republicans. So far, the blogACTIVE outed David Dreier, Ed Schrock and Jay Banning.

These are justified outings because they voted against themselves, the blogACTIVE is not out to blackmail nor intimidate them at all. They are out to shred their secrets and discredit their credibility. All in one bang. To out them is to make them accountable for their actions.

I do not see anyone whine at New York Post for outing Cynthia Nixon. The NY POST is owned by Rupert Murdoch, himself a Republican. If the blogACTIVE cannot out anyone, but NY POST can -- is this hypocrisy? Of course, it is.

Oh, by the way, David Dreier's shameless lover, Brad Smith, who runs Dreier's office. He earned $156,100 per year, making him the highest paid in that category in the government. I'd love for the Republicans to come on and defend Brad Smith that he *deserved* the fuckin' $156,100 per year.

Did anyone notice that the fourth hurricane bashed Florida once again? Maybe it is the way mother nature is punishing Florida for fucked-up election, its love for Jeb Bush and reminding the nation that if we want to keep that fool in White House for the next 4 years, much worse is yet to come for us? The signs are hard to ignore. Global warming is an issue that has to be dealt with. And GW Bush acted like it is not even real. Few degree changes in the temperature can produce a violent storm! So it is no surprise that people claimed that Charley and Ivan were pretty powerful. It is time to wake up and be realistic. Boot that fool out and return him back to Texas where he belongs and let him snort cocaine until he overdose on it.

On other hand, I was stunned to see Jason adding me on his blogosphere list. Thanks, Jason -- you're on mine as well.


Deaf Weekend

Virginia Cavaliers is now 4-0, after a 31-10 win over Syracuse. The combined score of the season is now 182-48. This week is "bye" and next week, they will face the angry, wounded Tigers of Clemson who is crippled at 1-3. Good thing, they will not play at Death Valley. They will play them in Charlottesville.

Speaking of Virginia Cavaliers, I received an email from Liz Sahin. That was absolutely cool! Eventually, we shall meet somehow, someday, sometimes in the short future.

My weekend was very nice and mellow. The kitchen in my apartment has been ... imploded and replaced with brand-new stuff. Now I can finally wash the fuckin' dishes. Praise the Lord.

I over-napped last Friday, that was awful. I woke up much later and decided not to go to DPHH because it was too late. Later, KB said that the DPHH rocked. I'm completley jealous. I went to Nowhere Bar as I needed a break from my apartment. Ended up chatting with a friend of mine who is a bartender. One straight guy barged in the gay bar with two females. They were drunk and accidentally spilled the drinks on my shorts which I do not really care much, though. But the straight guy kept on apologizing and kissing my right hand. And bought me a couple of drinks. Relax, studmuffin, now -- go away.

Saturday, Web and I ventured out to Columbia University on West 120th Street -- it was beautiful day and beautiful campus. Very quiet. Since it was Yom Kippur -- the Day of Atonement -- lots of cute Jewish boys walked around. Probably to the local synagogues, I stared and drooled. *sigh*

The reason why I went to Columbia University is to watch the FunnyZero play which is performed by three deaf actors and one hearing actor. To me, I have the standards. I like the dark comedy. I like the stuff that you can find in Bill Maher, Chris Rock and all that stuff. I do not like the "light" or "cute" comedy. But the play was all right as can be.

I met my old pen pal for the first time in years -- Vigilante! That was her last name before she married someone else. Later, I get to meet her son who is 5, soon to be 6 on October 17, he said to me. Absolutely cute. But again, I'm not family-type. Like I told someone else earlier, if I have a kid, I'll toss it in the trash can. I can pamper but cannot raise one.

I decided to stay home on Saturday night because the next day was big day for many of us. Mark, Manny, Merritt, Lee, Dorian and Masa came in NYC from DC for Deaf Awareness Week Festival at the Lincoln Center.

I noticed something ... many people often said that I tend to talk too much, but in the last few years, I noticed that I underwent some kind of transformation -- I do not talk much, I get the kicks out of watching people. I smiled or snickered when one said the wrong things to others, or shared their opinions as FACTS to others. It was funny.

For example, I saw one guy telling the guy: "Did you know that I had a meeting with Ben Soukup in his office in Sioux Falls? Yes, true biz! It was strange for me!"

I'm like, "Who gives a fuck? I sat next to Ben at Deaf Way II and guess what? I never said a word to him because I do not find him interesting at all." No big deal.

Saw Karl Ewan, he was quite busy. Too bad, I could not say anything beyond "hi" to him. Dorian Fletcher is nothing new. He is still dramatic from DC. He fed me with cheap gossips which I am already saturated with! He also attempted to drop the bombshell which I yawned at -- that my childhood friend was diagnosed HIV Positive. Told him that I already knew. He gasped that I already knew. Knowledge is power.

It was good to see Margie last Saturday night. I was bit surprised that my blog does get around somehow. I shouldn't be surprised but still, a part of me is full of ego, a part of me wants to sulk a little.

God, I love Mark. He's crazy as usual. He is the one who inadvertently ended up on the stage with me in front of 1,000 spectators in DC few years ago. We had a lot of conversations to catch up and it was great.

It was good to see Lee ... he seems to age a little and matured a little which is much better than before.

Merritt and Manny, what can I say about them? They are just ... Merritt and Manny. Always dynamic duo from day one.

Thanks for a great weekend, lovers!


Friday, September 24, 2004

There Are Weirdos Out There

I stole this email from someone else but I'm going to change the names and smokescreen the email address.


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hi everyone, i'm chris, 32 from england, just wanted to say this is a great site. i love seeing hearing aids on women, especially BTE's, something about them is so sexy (dont know why i feel this, but they really are very attractive). if anyone feels the same and would like to chat, you can IM at chrisXXXX (on yahoo) or chrisXXXXXX (on aol) would love to chat with anyone that feels like me, women (with or without hearing aids) especially welcome.

Where Is That Bottomless Pit?

It is amazing to observe the tactics of Republicans. They kept on breaking the new lows.

Rep. David Dreier (R-Calif) has been outed. There is a rule within Congress that family members cannot be employed by their senators/representatives in the offices. This faggot lives with Brad Smith, who is his Chief of Staff. Brad Smith is also the highest paid chief in the government. Do I smell the stench of liberalism? Nope, conservatives are the stench. David Dreier called himself the conservative Republican.

In Arkansas, there is the mass distribution to the rural voters by the Republicans National Committee. They sent the postcards to warn or scare the rural voters that if one votes for Kerry, they will expect that the Holy Bible will be banned, and that the gay marriage will be allowed. Is this a new low by the Republicans National Committee? RNC Spokesman admitted that they circulated these lies. Where is the apology for this false information?

And this one just came out of, gotta love Michael Rogers for doing his job. He just outed Jay Banning, who is the Chief Financial Officer and Director of Administration of the Republicans National Committee.

It is sickening that we have too many Roy Cohns in the Congress, and it was certainly no surprise to see many Republicans imitating Roy Cohns from day one. Denying people the rights but hide their pleasures and rights for themselves.

Fuck them.


400th Entry: Petru's Pictures

Thanks to a friend who forwarded this to me. Perhaps, some of you folks will recognize his face in the past.


Thursday, September 23, 2004

Tony's Challenge!

When I was a kid in VSD, there was a younger kid named Tony. He had some kind of fetish with fire alarms. He thrived on getting attention when he pulled the fire alarm and forced everyone else to come out of the building.

At one point, he did it every night around midnight. Especially on a dare by others (probably his roommate), he'd ran past the houseparent who frantically chased him down but to no avail and he'd jump and bang.


The fire alarms blared. Many weary and tired boys ended up being moody and sleepy. Some cried for a moment of sleep. Some cursed Tony. Some laughed. Some in the state of daze after suffering the flashes in their eyes when the flashlights struck them in the darkness. Some walked out with the pajamas. Some walked out just with the white socks and white fruit of the looms underwear. Some came out of the building barefoot with a bright color underwear. When I was 8 or 9, it was not the time to check the erections or bigger dicks. Never thought about it.

For a week, pulling the fire alarms were a routine. Many houseparents became frustrated and decided to phone the local fire department who came to scold Tony. Apparently, one of the firefighters who did not want to deal with a deaf person about the hazards of pulling the false fire alarm. The firefighter told Tony that he already wired all the fire alarms, that if Tony attempts to pull it again, Price Hall will explode.

If that does not excite Tony, I do not know how anything will.

Tony walked into Harrison Hall, the cafeteria and announced that the firefighters claimed to wire the building with explosives if someone tried to pull the fire alarm ... "And I will pull it tonight because I hate this dorm!"

Many boys were in awe of Tony who seems to be bold and presents a formidable challenge to these wicked, evil houseparents who used their voices to bark around.

Several boys debated about the merits of packing up clothes. I thought it was ridiculous but my roommate, Jia, begged me to do the same because my comic books will be burned to nothing! I freaked out -- we all packed up and put it by the door, knowing that tonight is the inevitable.

Right across the boys' dormitory is Carter Hall, which housed the elementary girls. They also heard about this incredible story. They clamored to wait and tent out in two bedrooms overlooking our boys' dormitory.

The night came. Tony zoomed past and jumped.


I panicked and ran out of the dormitory, forgetting my luggages and books. I turned to see Jia only in his flip-flops and white underwear, pushing his wooden chest out of the dormitory. I saw Roger running out of the dormitory with only underwear on his body with his 3 heavy luggages and tripped over the wooden chest which was pushed by Jia. I thought of my comic books and tried to run back inside. But I was denied the entry. Lots of boys ran around and pleaded to get clothes before it explodes. The fire trucks arrived. We all saw the girls staring at us from these bedrooms in Carter Hall -- they are enjoying the free views of young boys running in their underwears.

and yea, the building never blew up anyway.

The next morning at Harrison Hall, many boys were ridiculed by girls. And Tony was the ultimate King of Price Hall. For a week. Before he was booted out of school.


Quote of the Week

Today, after the meeting at workplace, I quickly went to a convenience store to get the snacks (No lunch or breakfast and my stomach was threatening to behead me for not living up to its promises). After dealing with a funny Egyptian guy who runs the convenience store -- I swear that this dude flapped his hands more than I do on a daily basis!

Anyway, upon returning to the office, something caught my eye outside of the building where some deaf people mingled. I stood and watched one elderly deaf person at the age of 88 which I found out much later that his name is Ben.

He signed very eloquently and very smooth with fingerspelling which is remarkable if you compare him with Rayni, really. ;-)

However, Ben confronted that nutty deaf woman who uses "Bush/Cheney" button, Ben said something that impressed me, considering the fact that he is 88.

"If you vote for Bush, you are asking for trouble! At 88, I already saw many presidents come and go, and Bush is the worst of all."

Bingo! This fella is just wise.


Wednesday, September 22, 2004

You Think It Is Fucking Okay?

I always feel that we should use the f-word as much as can be to devalue the shock itself to minimize the offensive term out of itself. Say it as much as you can, the less it became offensive. You get used to it.

Now with the report coming out of New Zealand via AIM news which I tried to link. It just won't cooperate so I am literally forced to copy and paste.

Surprise! Why the F-Word Is OK to Say

The f-word may be considered one of the English language's most offensive swearwords, but researchers from Victoria University in New Zealand report it may be okay to say it at work--under certain circumstances.

According to these daring researchers, saying the f-word within the confines of your own work team helps to build and reinforce team morale, reports New Zealand's Dominion Post. They came to this startling conclusion after analyzing the conversation patterns of a work team laboring in an unidentified soap factory.

The eye-popping findings:

The f-word was easily the most commonly used swearword.

When it was said within the context of this close-knit work team, it was not considered offensive.
Since the basic attitude in the group was one of friendliness where the workers genuinely liked and respected one another, they could use such oaths without being rude or insulting.

"Forms of f*** occur frequently in certain contexts and serve a range of functions, including the role of positive politeness strategy," wrote study leader and linguistics professor Janet Holmes in the international Journal of Pragmatics. "F*** is regularly associated with expressions of solidarity, including friendly terms of address."

And there's also good news for work whiners! The study found that complaining to a sympathetic colleague can help build solidarity among co-workers. The researchers defined whining as a "long or repeated expression of discontent not necessarily intended to change or improve the unsatisfactory situation." Complaining is an emotional release that can build rapport. "Teammates regularly have a moan to each other," Holmes wrote in the journal. "Whining to a sympathetic co-worker both reflects and constructs the close relationship between team members, thus consolidating the team's solidarity."

A word of caution: Swearwords, especially the f-word, must only be said in the appropriate context.

But the fact that it can be said at all at work and be acceptable is proof positive that our language is constantly evolving.

I think I will laugh manically like the little munchkins from an old movie called Gremlins.


Rosa, Jeanne and the Ewans?

It was reported that Rosa Parks, at the age of 91, has Dementia. She is such a legendary figure in our civil rights movement. If not for her, it'd be hard to demand the rights. Even for gays and people with disabilities. And even for Deaf people.

When she said "No, I am tired, my feet are hurting, I am not giving up this seat," -- little did she knows that she unwittingly ignited the inferno of our modern civil rights movement that shaped the way of Americans behave, think and live. Thanks for everything, Rosa Parks! You go girl!

On other hand, I just read the article on The Daily Progress of Charlottesville, it begets the question -- if Rosa Parks elects to walk 2 miles per day to prevent dementia, she wouldn't be on the bus ... therefore, she wouldn't be the one who started it all. Umm ... *ducking tomatoes*

I was cruising the website of National Hurricane Center. Jeanne is heading back to the United States, hopefully for Florida to wreck the folks who insisted that they can live without depending on the government (they are subscribing to the funds of Federal Emergency Management Agency, though). Har har.

I also learned that Hurricane Karl and Tropical Storm Lisa (come to think of this -- Karl and Lisa are [insert your comments] from the Ewans family in Maryland) are churning in the open sea. Karl is heading north towards Reykjavik, Iceland -- no luck for Florida.

As for Lisa, it is still a baby, perhaps heading to Florida -- come to think of this, Lisa is nuts as they come. Darlene seems to be the sane one of all. Love Darlene -- can't wait to see her in Boston sooner or later!



Guess who?

Who Is This Girl?

It is playtime! Anyone care to guess who the girl is?


To Sistah Berna ... !

Ridor and Berna For Good Old Times

Berna is my close friend of many years. There are priceless moments that we did together. The hours we spent at IHOP and Denny's talking from 11 PM to 5 AM during the school days. The adventures of our lifetime -- Tucson, Las Vegas, many bars, Great Falls and many more. It was insane. Truly insane. But I treasured it very much.

Berna hails from Bergen, Norway -- she once claimed that her mother would look down at me because of my appearance and antics. I ended up winning her mother's admiration, anyway! Berna was flabbergasted and stunned. Her sister is insane!

To Berna, good luck with your journey into the sisterhood of Alpha Sigma Theta. Do well and when you're done, slap your new sister, Rima Cornish for me.

With Love,


Tuesday, September 21, 2004


This guy came from Romania and lived in Maryland -- went to Gallaudet for a short time. He was a die-hard partygoer. At every party, you'll find him flirting women. You would find him at Fireplace's because they provide free drinks if you take your t-shirt off.

Petru was straight as they come but he was funny, nice and laidback. He can be abrasive and asshole if he wants to. But generally, he's normal as can be. He has a funny hairdo -- sort of afro hair.

And I just learned that he is dead.


Who's Who

I already graduated from college, and yet I am still paged by many friends about who's who in the sororities. Congratulations to some, but honest ... why tell me? Tell me about my friends, that is fine. But the whole list of who's who is ridiculous. Thanks for the information but what is it in for me?

Last night, I got paged by Chris and Shane to meet them at a local bar to finalize the weekend getaway. Upon entering the bar, I was stunned to see Chris. He is very thin and gorgeous. He said, "I told you so! I warned you! I lost 45 lbs so far!"

I muttered, "Can I have you?" He laughed and said, "Yeah, three of us."

They're cool friends. I like them. Can't wait to see how it goes in New England.

Now on a pessimistic note, I hate the "investigations" done by police departments, governments, organizations or anything that was reported as "busted" for some kind of wrongdoing. I feel the investigations are a way to cover things up as much as can be in order to minimize the damages.

One time, I was driving a car coming to a red light. I waited for it to change. That particular intersection in Hopewell is notorious for slow change. The Hopewell Police Department cruiser came by. It pulled right next to me. I stared at the cop. He stared at me. He does not look agitated nor in hurry. No, the flashlights are off. Suddenly, the flashlights are on and he drove across the street ... then turned the flashlights off. And drove away. For fun, I wrote down the numbers of that cruiser and reported to the local police department that I do not appreciate for anyone to abuse its authority like this one.

The Police Chief promised to investigate. And a week later, he sent me a letter to inform me that the police officer was on his way to an emergency situation which I happened to be in the area.

That was a lie.

Why? Because when the red light finally changed to green light, I passed the cruiser by. It was not doing anything else.

So you can see why I am wary of investigations. Me no like 'em. They always bullshit.


Chesapeake Bay Bridge Walk

When I was a kid, I saw the picture of people flocking on a bridge. I was mesmerized with the picture in Richmond Times-Dispatch newspaper. I asked my father where the bridge is. My father said that it was near Annapolis, Maryland.

I thought it was cool that one gets the opportunity to walk over the bridge once a year. They have two bridges. Every year in the springtime, they close one of two bridges so that people can walk up to 4 miles long across the bridge.

When I lived in the District, I managed to miss every year because I did not know when nor the logistics. Such as parking the car and getting to the other side of the bridge.

Then one day, the window of an opportunity was revealed to me -- I smiled sheepishly and asked KB and Perlis if they wanted to hop along ... they did. We drove to the United States Naval Academy Stadium to park the car and join the bus that took us to the other side of Maryland. From there, we walked across the bridge. I enjoyed it very much. I get to VEE-VEE people, I get to exercise, I get to cruise, I get to breathe the Bay waters. It was great.

Then I went for three straight years I believe I did it twice with Chlms -- until two years ago, thanks to the ridiculous color charts invented by that fool Tom Ridge of Homeland Security Department which, at that time, was orange -- they cancelled the whole thing. Then the next year around, there was a bad weather -- it was cancelled. I was absolutely disappointed.

I missed it. I like the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Walk. Ain't that sweet?


Monday, September 20, 2004

Yes! Bush Is The Recruiter for al-Qaeda

For a long time, the al-Qaeda supporters wanted to gain more support against the West. After the bombings in Yemen, Tanzania and Kenya -- they still lacked the support. Many Muslims were horrified at Osama bin Laden and his cronies' antics.

Then 9/11 occurred. GW Bush responded by taking over Afghanistan but failed to find Osama bin Laden, his cronies and Taliban Mohammad Omar. He *failed* to do that. Instead, he went after Iraq and Saddam Hussein, where lots of moderate Muslims became disillusioned with Bush's arrogance. What Bush did sealed the exact thing Osama bin Laden hoped all along -- that Americans would trample the Arab World -- by alienating the moderate Muslims, Bush unwittingly became the al-Qaeda's best recruiter.

With the intelligence reports coming out, Iraq's future is not bright. It is filled with darkness and a possibility of civil war. Thanks to Bush & Cheney, who murdered more than 10,000 Iraqi civilians as well as more than 1,000 US soldiers. Plus, many of US contractors are beheaded.

There was a mother of US soldier who confronted Laura Bush and attempted to question her about her son's death. The mother was blocked and arrested. Awesome display of compassionate conservative.

GW and Laura Bush played the public for too long. GW Bush was well-known for snorting cocaine at Camp David while his father was President. Laura Bush killed someone else when she was drunk driving. They only used "born-again christian" status to protect themselves. Their daughters are much worse than Chelsea Clinton -- they are just tramps in comparison with Hillary Rodham and Bill Clinton's daughter.

Basically, karma will take care of its sinners. LOL.


News & Opinions

Britney Spears got married! Do I really care? Actually, yes -- to an extent. I just wanted to know how long she'll last with this one.

GOP Leader Dennis Hastert mentioned that the al-Qaeda are encouraging the voters to go for John Kerry. That is a new low for Republicans. Let it be known that the 9/11 Commission mentioned that in August 6, 2001 -- the intelligence folks told President Bush that the al-Qaeda is plotting to attack America, probably by using the airplanes. Guess what our Prez did? He went on a month-long vacation and did nothing to notify the FAA or anyone else in particular. Nothing. Well, I could go on the record that President Bush is working with al-Qaeda to create the diversions in this country. Go figure. After all, several of al-Qaeda's goals are being fulfilled by these cronies in White House when they went after Iraq.

That 70s Show which is featured on Fox TV has began an advertising blitz that claimed that it has a show that everyone will talk for years. That it was so shocking. It showed Michael Kelso (Ashton Kutcher) with a new haircut. And his Dad knocked him out by the front door of the house. That his friends are shocked with Michael. The signs are pointing that ... Michael Kelso is coming out of the closet. I hope, that would be ... so twink! Ashton is hot, Michael Kelso is not. Case closed.

Ahh, Virginia Cavaliers football team is 3-0 and ranked No. 12 after the lopsided wins of Temple, North Carolina and Akron (the combined scores was 151-38). Up next is Syracuse. I believe that the Cavaliers are few years away from winning the Big One. But for this season, they probably will finish 9-2, judging the schedule. Coach Al Groh is that good.

That faded orange team whom I despised in Knoxville -- the Lady Vols. Their infamous Meeks (Holdsclaw, Catchings and Randall) seems to fail in making their marks on the WNBA. Holdsclaw used her medical reasons to disappear from the team, Randall never did well in the WNBA and announced that she's leaving the WNBA to be an Assistant Coach at Michigan State. Catchings is now using the crutches, nursing her wounds. So much for the Meeks to rule the world. Har, har.

Speaking of Women's Basketball, The Slam Magazine's Top 25 for Women's Basketball is ridiculous to start with. Louisiana State and Tennessee is the 1-2 Punch. That makes sense, but Baylor is No. 3? *shaking my head*

Last night, I was cleaning up my computer's hard drive and I discovered the pic of Virginia's Liz Sahin and Duke's Alana Beard playing in the ACC Tournament. Liz Sahin is from Turkey. *gasp!* She is Muslim! She has a tattoo! She wears shorts and tank-top uniforms! She dyed her hair! She has her hair shortened! Blasphemy of all, guess what, she is still Muslim! The picture should point out that Amy and Jeff Kurz's arguments about Islam is simply flawed. Islam has a wide spectrum of diversity, like it or not. Liz Sahin is a living proof that Islam is more than that.

Liz Sahin Chases Alana Beard

I felt bad for Marshall U., of Huntington, West Virginia. They have a great football tradition. One of my college buddies' father is (or was?) one of these assistant coaches at Marshall. It is not big name school like Southern Cal or Florida State but it has a long history of Football excellence. Marshall struggled to have a big-time schools to play them in Huntington so they had no choice but to play at their homes. They lost to No. 9 Ohio State in Columbus by 3 and to No. 3 Georgia in Athens by 10. Where is your guts, Ohio State and Georgia, to play in Huntington, West Virginia? You'd be massacred by 20, dumbfucks!

Speaking of dumbfuck, Web and I wondered if these terms, dumbfuck and idiotfuck, are being said by the ordinary hearing persons or is it just the deafies only? Oops! Did I just offend myself? *rolling my eyes* In ASL, it is easy to sign dumbfuck and idiotfuck, but with the voice? I have no idea. Inquiring mind(s) want to know.

Guess what? I'll stay in Hanover, New Hampshire with Shane and Chris. Hanover, New Hampshire is situated on Connecticut River and the home of Dartmouth College. By October 1, the fall folliage should be in full force. We already reserved the time slot at the local spa resort not far from the hotel. My massage therapist's name is ... check this out. Har, har!



Saturday, September 18, 2004


Last Wednesday afternoon, I had the days off on Thursday and Friday in addition to the weekend. That was fantastic! Benis and I went to a local bar in Greenwich Village to meet Web and Surdus and finally meet a studmuffin from Burlington, Vermont.

That dude is cute, charming and nice. Smart and funny. Blah, blah, blah.

Benis and I ventured to XL Bar where I ended up drinking too much. Alberto, Web, Surdus, Nick, Benis and I had a good time cruising and chatting. Then we thought, why not participate on a game show at XL called 'Faggot Feud'? Benis asked to sign up for 29th of this month. The participants are me (for sure!), Benis (Of course!) and the rest to be announced shortly!

So it will be Deaf vs. Hearing! I hope we ambush them. Leave no mercy or pity for anyone else. Open and close with heavy casualities! All I know is that if it is confirmed, the drama will escalate at Faggot Feud. Guaranteed!

We'll steal Amanda LePore's spotlight and put it on us for the rest of the night! Sorry, Ivana Dix and Missy Take, that evening is NOT yours!

The next day, Benis, Cynthia, Tanya and I went to The Hole and The Urge. Corey Tut isn't working at The Hole any longer, I believe. So it is bit dull than normal. The music screeched. Too hot. Off to the Urge, saw two deaf newbies -- one moved from Seattle, one was visiting from some town in Pennsylvania. I was the VEE-VEE at them. I was heavily buzzed.

At some point, the deaf guy from Seattle has a boyfriend whom he introduced him to me. Shortly after that, these two deaf persons left. The hearing boyfriend stayed behind at the bar, I watched him making out with someone else. Then he looked at me and said, "SSSH!"

I'm like, "Ugh, fuck yourself."

I ended up being locked out of my apartment for 3 hours, courtesy of Cyn and Benis. Thanks a lot, Cyn and Benis!! (I lent the keys to Benis who went to sleep earlier, which is why I was locked out)

Meanwhile, while I was stucked outside for 3 hours, I stumbled on something interesting. It is fun and cool. Check this out.

The next day, I was baffled to see a green turd in the toilet bowl. Wonder if alcoholism played a role in this? I only drank cranberry vodka and jagermeister! No, I did not eat asparagus or whatever that spells the shit. Later, my turds turned back to brown, thank God. Time to ask Tobes for advice since he is Jag Queen.

Benis then left for Norfuck. Needed a break, Me! Later, Surdus convinced me to stroll down to Mr. Dempsey's Pub for DPHH event. If you don't know what DPHH is all about, tough shit. Not in mood to explain nor educate. Not my style to spoon y'all. Had a nice and mellow time. Blah, blah, blah.

This morning, I woke up around 8 AM after a loud thunder -- then saw a bright flash of lightning right outside of my window -- I freaked out. My bed is by the fuckin' window. It rained hard -- I ended up sleeping on the couch -- to avoid the 'lightning strike' on my futon bed. Don't need to be electrocuted and fried in a compromising situation where everyone can develop a wild conspiracy theories about me and my futon bed!!

Got to watch Legal Blonde 2 and Serendipity. Reese can be so good at being a bimbo, is she?

I'm heading to New England with Shane and Chris who are hearing fags (*gasp!* Call the Press! RT is now meddling with that kind!) on October 1 - 3 to visit Dartmouth College (Chris' alma mater) and to relax in the folliage where I probably will lay in hot tub naked with Shane and Chris in the cold weather.

Can't wait for that ...



Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Preemptive Strike: Bomb Dunkin' Donuts!!

There are days that I absolutely cannot stand hearies. Today happens to be the one. This morning, as I was heading to work, I stopped by Dunkin' Donuts. There was a long line.

Sensing the long line and hectic time, I wrote down the orders on my pad to save the time and hassle.

Little did I know that the workers at Dunkin' Donuts would blow it out of porportions. These people need to be murdered savagely for driving me nuts this fuckin' morning!

I wrote down on a paper pad:

2 - Croissant sandwiches with egg, sausage and cheese

Was that too difficult thing to comprehend, hearing people?????? Please fucking answer this question!

The lady at the front saw me giving her the note to read, she told me to wait and told a fuckin' customer behind me to order first. I interrupted and said it was my turn, not hers. The lady then took my note but did not read it, she went on to get another paper and pen and gave it to me to write down. I yelled at her to read that fuckin' note.

She rolled her eyes at me, then read the note. I fumed.

Shortly, she gave me No. 2 combo deal with a coffee and a croissant sandwich.

Fuck you, bitch. I said "2 - Croissant sandwiches with egg, sausage and cheese" -- not a fucking No. 2 combo deal, you dumbfuck cunt fuck!!!! Stop fucking wasting my fucking time!!!

It took a fucking 30 MINUTES for them to clear this up -- and give me the exact things I wrote down clearly on a fucking pad!

Suffice to say, I was not happy with hearing people this morning. I leered at every hearing person who walked by me on the way to the office. If I was Mordru, they'd be massacred right away. Slaughtered without any remorse.

But after arriving at the office, where I see few people of my kind, I felt much better. Back to normal. Hearies can make my living hell sometimes after a simple order.

Why do you fucking do that, hearies?! Next time, if you cannot handle a simple order, get a fucking shotgun and blow your head out, please!



EMERGENCY! Somebody call the Press Corps! The Boucher, formerly also known as the K.O.P. during our Gallaudet Era had Rue McClanahan acting in his office -- Rue McClanahan used to act as Blanche Devereaux on The Golden Girls.

Blanche was shameless slut from day one. Instead of avoiding it, she always embrace the hedonism and wore it on her forehead. Something that the Boucher desperately wanted from day one, eh?

FYI, The Boucher is a gentleman, the K.O.P. was a nickname that we affectionately called him when we were in college years. No hard feelings, babe.

Pop Quiz for y'all.

What does the K.O.P. stands for?

What about T.E.O.T.W.A.W.K.I.?



Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Second Star on Right, And Straight On Until Morning!

Today is the first anniversary of Observe But Do Not Interfere. May it prosper for a long time. My eternal thanks to Beth for encouraging me to set one up when I doubted myself. Suddenly, I seem to attract bunnies who multiplied rapidly in a year.

Of course, I also attracted some bad bugs as well. It is something that one has to learn over the time. I do not regret it.

Sometimes I'm lucky to work at an agency because the agency observed the Jewish, American and standard holidays. Because of Rosh Hashanah, I'm off 'til Monday starting on Wednesday afternoon. One Jewish guy came to me today and said, "It will be 5,765th year on Thursday."

Interesting. I learn something new, everyday.

Anyway, for the holidays/weekend, I need to decide what to do. Vermont? New Hope? Philadelphia? Argh.


Who Is He?

Today, I strolled to a not-so-bad diner at the corner of 14 Street and Avenue B. There is a guy who works there named Christopher. To me, he is just average twink. A guy who shaves his chest and legs. A guy who went to a gym just to work out for 30 minutes then spend 180 minutes in the locker room doing what God knew all along. These type of guys that I do not find appealling. But Christopher is nice fellow. Always tease me for some reasons unknown to myself.

Today, he grabbed my crotch and groped me in front of patrons inside the restaurant. I was startled and looked at him, he passed me the advertisement. Oh. My. God. This fella is going to strip at CBGB's Gallery on September 18 at 8:45 PM. I groaned.

Christopher then spoke in a clear speech, "YOU ... MUST ... COME ... OR ... I ... WILL ... KICK ... THIS." He probably used his voice, loud enough for others to hear him barking at me.

I asked by moving my lips but in a silent manner, "You wanted me to see you strip?"

He said, "YOU ... MUST ... COME!!" Christopher kept on pointing his finger at me in my face.

"Oh, shut up, get that finger out of my face." I used my hand to scoff his finger away in a teasing manner.

"I'll be there to see how tiny one you have, ok?" I chortled. Christopher laughed out loud and said, "OK!"

He then allowed me to proceed to have my lunch.

Men in New York can be slutty.


Interesting Scenario

Benis and I hung out recently and we were having a good conversation in ASL on some street in Chelsea. We were interrupted by a hearing guy who signed something to Benis. He quickly introduced himself to Benis, completely cutting me off and ignoring me off. It took a moment or two for Benis to introduce him to me. He glanced at me for a second then went back to Benis. Focused on him most of the times.

I was nauseated by the whole scenario. So was Benis. He asked Benis if he's single. When Benis said nope, he asked if we were together. Again, no. It was just irritating and annoying to a point where I wanted to bash his skull in.

In 15 minutes' span, this guy probably looked at me for, like, 45 seconds, and the rest was on Benis.

Later, Benis said that it was annoying as well.

Last Saturday night, Amanda LePore, that trannie thing at Boysroom tried to grope Benis and urge him to strip.

I really felt for Benis. He is good looking guy, good enough for anyone else in the world. But he happens to have a mind of his own. He's smart and all that. He may be a twink but he is also intelligent (same thing goes for Awon) and I find him very interesting to chat with. Which I cannot say the same thing for many hearing gay twinks in this country.

So naturally, it annoyed me to see guys hitting on him just because he looks hot. When he withers, will they continue to harass him? Or chasing the younger guys? Just to satisfy their lust for "youth"?



The third anniversary of 9/11 has passed by over the weekend.

I'm disappointed that Larry forgot who the person was next to him when it happened -- Larry, it was me!! I was the one who told you that it was not an accident when you said that it might be an accident. I told you that it was clear sky on that morning. Crashed in the Hudson River might be classified as an accident but the towers? Impossible.

It was surreal experience to be in the District when we saw the tube broadcasting the whole she-bang drama. My pager has been ringing all day long, frantically trying to make sure everyone else is OK and someone to talk because one is shocked.

But was I ever shocked? No. Surprised? Yes. It was inevitable, like it or not. Timing was bit off, but clever of al-Qaeda to do that.

I got pissed off at that stupid deaf latino guy from Los Angeles who cheered that California is better than New York during the tragedy. I shouted and signed vehemently that there are people dead right now as you are using your time to mock each other?! He lost my respect ... permanently.

Then someone alerted me that the Pentagon was being attacked. That the State Department was bombed. That the airplanes are still flying towards us. Someone even mentioned the possibility of crashing at ... *gasp!* Tower Clock at Gallaudet University. Emergency! Call 911!

Insanity and absurdity existed during the national crisis. One needs to look at ourselves, sometimes. Propelling the flags all across the nation scared me silly. It tasted of nationalism, which is not good thing to embrace. Nationalism destroyed nations.

It was a somber experience that none of us will forget. But again, there are events in our lives that we will never forget. When the USS Challenger exploded, I told Mr. Frick, my Algebra teacher in high school, that the explosion itself was beautiful. He said, "You are morbid, Ricky."

When the towers collapsed and the smoke engulfed and covered the lower Manhattan, it was surreal and yet, so beautiful and tragic. I turned to look at Rico and Berna, "This is something you will never see again in your lifetime." Both nodded and looked back at the television screen.

Thanks a lot, George W. Bush. Thanks for making it happen.


Insignificant But A Milestone, Regardless

As you may noticed -- on my blogsite, there is a line that says "The world's one and only blog reserved for the legendary Gay Deaf Militant Terrorist" -- I am simply correcting this manner. It must be stated like this: Deaf Gay Militant Terrorist.

Why? Because I am Deaf first, Gay second. Always had been, always have been and always will be. For some hearing persons, it may sound strange. Well, to a hearing gay man, I am Deaf first. They look at me, not as Gay but as Deaf person first. Instead of being negative with my identity, I embrace it and turn it into positive for my sanity. Or I'd go insane and steal the machine gun from some postal worker and turn it on someone else! In that process, I might find myself on the national news.

Since Chamique Holdsclaw decided not to play for the Mystics for the rest of the season -- the Mystics woke up and won the last 3 games and is within a game of 1st place in the East. What does that says about you, Holdsclaw? Go back to Astoria and live in the projects, that is what it says about yourself.

About ad hominem attacks, it is all ridiculous. Jeff, you are no better, either. With your venomous attacks on everything that goes against your beliefs simply reflected your insecurities.

I already saw a group of Jews who are against Israel, but does that makes them less than being a Jew? No. Not necessary. It simply reflects the diversity within its spectrum of Judaism. The concept applies to every religion, including Muslims. Yes, there are Muslims who objected to the treatments. There are bad Muslims, there are good Muslims.

Recently, I went to the GLBT Center. There was a room reserved for Bible Study -- for gays and lesbians. See? They did not cease to be X-ians if they profess to believe in Jesus Christ. Religions are similar to the evolution. It changes over the time. All religions tend to be rigid at the beginning stage (which Islam is as of now), but over the years, it softened itself. Evolved itself to improve the relationships.

It won't happen in our lifetime, but in next few generations. It is something that not many people like Jeff or Amy wanted to accept and be quiet -- they just wanted an immediate change to their society. That will never happen.

Last night, I watched the documentary show on PBS about Miss America Pageant. In 1957, one commentator asked a contestant, "If a qualified woman wants to run for the President of the United States, who will you vote for?"

Her response was appalling but it also reflected her thoughts based on the society in 1950s. "I will vote for a qualified man because women are unstable and emotional persons and they need to stay home and take care of children."

This was not a Muslim. This was a white trash girl. So much for ad hominem attacks, though. Sorry but no cigar, Jeff.


Sunday, September 12, 2004

Queen of Mean

Shoot with the last entry. I attempted to type up an entry on my friend's sidekick. I only managed to confuse myself in the process and I gave up -- I was going to sign out but I inadvertently ... published the funny comments.

Looks like I was on something, eh?

Anyway, last Friday, I had the opportunity to visit the famed Helen Keller National Center in Long Island. It is a training center for deaf-blind people in different areas. I was impressed with the center and the location. The location was simply gorgeous -- it is located in one of wealthiest neighborhoods. I was amazed.

But why am I talking about Queen of Mean? Who is she? It is none other than Leona Helmsley. Most NYCers knew her as the owner of Helmsley Hotel. She is a millionaire, or maybe a billionaire. Many people despised her for her snappy comments. She found herself on the national scene about a decade ago when she was charged for tax evasion and jailed for a year, I believe. She uttered a famous line, "Only little people pay taxes."

And the most recent one brought her back on the spotlight after a gay man sued her for harassment. She drove him out of his job after having a great evaluation then found out that he's gay and pushed him out of managing the hotel. He won the case.

Anyway, back to the HKNC, I was surprised to see a wing of the building that was recently added thanks to the contribution of $1 million by ... the Queen of Mean. Probably a tax write-off. She donated $1 million to the agency and they named the wing of the building, "Harry and Leona Helmsley Conference Center".

I cannot describe how I felt about it. I grinned and grinned all day long. She donated money to an organization that helps people who cannot hear nor see what kind of Leona Helmsley is! Oh, gawd.

That was funny thought.

Thought you guys would like to know about this.



Thursday, September 09, 2004

It Says Something About Pensacola, Really

I guess, having hurricanes hitting the state repeatedly to a point where something like this happened. I guess the hurricanes took their minds away. Check the fabulous article about self-defense. It says a lot about people who came from the town of Pensacola.


Eat Your Heart Out

My thanks to McFly for this information -- here is a piece of your conservative shit!


Day in the Life of Joe Middle-Class Republican
by John Gray

Joe gets up at 6:00am to prepare his morning coffee. He fills his pot full of good clean drinking water because some liberal fought for minimum water quality standards. He takes his daily medication with his first swallow of coffee. His medications are safe to take because some liberal fought to insure their safety and work as advertised.

All but $10.00 of his medications are paid for by his employers medical plan because some liberal union workers fought their employers for paid medical insurance, now Joe gets it too. He prepares his morning breakfast, bacon and eggs this day. Joe’s bacon is safe to eat because some liberal fought for laws to regulate the meat packing industry.

Joe takes his morning shower reaching for his shampoo; His bottle is properly labeled with every ingredient and the amount of its contents because some liberal fought for his right to know what he was putting on his body and how much it contained. Joe dresses, walks outside and takes a deep breath. The air he breathes is clean because some tree hugging liberal fought for laws to stop industries from polluting our air. He walks to the subway station for his government subsidized ride to work; it saves him considerable money in parking and transportation fees. You see, some liberal fought for affordable public transportation, which gives everyone the opportunity to be a contributor.

Joe begins his work day; he has a good job with excellent pay, medicals benefits, retirement, paid holidays and vacation because some liberal union members fought and died for these working standards. Joe’s employer pays these standards because Joe’s employer doesn’t want his employees to call the union. If Joe is hurt on the job or becomes unemployed he’ll get a worker compensation or unemployment check because some liberal didn’t think he should lose his home because of his temporary misfortune.

It's noon time, Joe needs to make a Bank Deposit so he can pay some bills. Joe’s deposit is federally insured by the FSLIC because some liberal wanted to protect Joe’s money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the depression.

Joe has to pay his Fannie Mae underwritten Mortgage and his below market federal student loan because some stupid liberal decided that Joe and the government would be better off if he was educated and earned more money over his life-time.

Joe is home from work, he plans to visit his father this evening at his farm home in the country. He gets in his car for the drive to dads; his car is among the safest in the world because some liberal fought for car safety standards. He arrives at his boyhood home. He was the third generation to live in the house financed by Farmers Home Administration because bankers didn’t want to make rural loans. The house didn’t have electric until some big government liberal stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and demanded rural electrification. (Those rural Republican’s would still be sitting in the dark)

He is happy to see his dad who is now retired. His dad lives on Social Security and his union pension because some liberal made sure he could take care of himself so Joe wouldn’t have to. After his visit with dad he gets back in his car for the ride home.

He turns on a radio talk show, the host’s keeps saying that liberals are bad and conservatives are good. (He doesn’t tell Joe that his beloved Republicans have fought against every protection and benefit Joe enjoys throughout his day) Joe agrees, “We don’t need those big government liberals ruining our lives; after all, I’m a self made man who believes everyone should take care of themselves, just like I have”.

Good Riddance ... I think

Saw this somewhere before. I was glad to get rid of this. Chlms' father tends to call me this name each time we saw each other. One time, I was in the midst of a conversation with Chlms and her mother and suddenly, I was poked by Chlms' father. I'm like, "Do this again, you'll find yourself buried somewhere in the barren forest."


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Please join us in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community - The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Buttersworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch.

The gravesite was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers.

He was not considered a very `smart` cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough; two children, John Dough and Jane Dough; plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly dad, Pop Tart.

A Whiffle Bat, Please?

Saw this on a particular website and it amused me to no end. I thought I'd share this with y'all. Perhaps, Ben of Wham-Bam's roommate, Jesse would be excited and his tiny penis will erect after years of impotency? Perhaps so ...


Wednesday, September 08, 2004

There, there and over there!

It is nice. No, it is not nice, really. At the same time, it is not nice and nice.

Two days ago, I was at The Phoenix with Benis. Yakked, yakked and yakked. Then the bartender interrupted our conversation. He slowly fingerspelled that a guy with a head shaved thought I was very hot. I was surprised and delighted. Then I asked the bartender where? He looked around then looked back at me and indicated that he left.

Oh, well.

Last night, one fuckin' ugly guy thinks he can have me. Of course, I boot him back to DC. LOL.

But from time to time, I am noticing that more and more people are starting to say nice things about the way I look.

In time, I'll be thin and Chris Kaftan will be like Chris Farley.