IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH

Last night, I went to Chipotle's with Sarah. Read her entry about our evening, yapping about almost everything else.

I told Sarah about someone I knew in DC, a hearing Arab from United Arab Emirates, who is also gay. Sarah laughed out of her mind when I told her about this tale and she said, "You should blog this!" So here it is. The hearing Arab was cool, sweet and nice. One day, he paged me and said he wanted to see me and play a little. I came down to his hotel and saw him lying in bed, watching the television with a cast all over his left leg.

What happened? I asked.

He smiled and explained. I did not expect what he said.

You know, in the United States and Canada, millions of people swerved or unfortunately hits a deer or two in their lifetime in the darkness, right? Well, in the Arabian Peninsula, it is common for the people to drive and crash into ... a camel who streaks onto the traffic.

That is what he did, he strucked a camel. Can you imagine a camel bleating then collided with your car?

Thanks for everything, Sarah!

After that, I went home to change clothes -- I had to rabbit down to The Cock to meet Corey who was holding my sweatshirt which I forgot to pick up last week (Remember, I was drunk last week).

Some interesting drama emerged from the bar as well. After the treatment I got from The Phoenix last Friday night, I was not exactly in mood to deal with hearies. But I was in mood to make fun of them in a discrete manner.

The Cock Bar (you dirty mind, it is named after a rooster, not your penis!) is dark and sleazy at times. For a Deaf person to talk in the dark is quite a challenge. Last night, someone kept on using the digital camera to flash anything, anyone and anywhere to a point where I cannot see clearly.

You twerps hearie bastards, don't you know by now that my eyes are my ears? I was ready to break the Asian's digital camera. Instead, I signed so fast that they did not have a chance to recognize anything else.

Then one guy behind me asked me how to sign "IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH". That guy reminded me of Matt Damon but with a goatee. Very irresistible. So I obliged.

Bad mistake.

He kept on saying, "IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH" to everyone else.

I sighed, a cute guy with a light beard was next to me introduced himself. Saul is his name. Yes, he's cute. We talked a little. He's from Los Angeles, moved here to NYC. I smiled then looked around ...

IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH

I rolled my eyes and acknowledged Corey who pointed at the bag of my sweatshirt. I smiled -- suddenly, this Matt Damon-type guy chortled at Corey: IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH

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IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH
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I groaned and wished I did not teach that to a dude. They are hopeless bunch of primates. Corey asked me what it meant, I explained. He frowned, I told him that he's just a dickwad.

IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH

One guy asked me how to sign his name.

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You do not ask that. People who know each other tends to give each other their sign names. Do I know the dude who asked me how to sign his name? No.

IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH

I gave him his own sign name. He was proud and walked back to his friends and signed his new name. Any Deaf person would recognize what he said -- he signed, "Me retard".

IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH

Sometimes I love this life.

R-

IDIOT TOO BAD BITCH