To my fellow Blogmaniacs, I apologize for not entertaining you with the latest additions. That will not happen again unless I am on a vacation. *smirk*
What did I do over the weekend? I had a nice time, really. Honest! I'm serious! My weekend began with watching the Olympics, witnessed a pregnant woman beating up on her boyfriend and hanging out with Ty.
Yes, true biz about the pregnant woman beating up on her boyfriend in my apartment!! Some things are better left unsaid. *smirk*
I was watching the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics in Athens ... twice. During the evening and during the late night. Why? I missed some key points that I was told by some friends. Did you know that Iraqi's flag-bearer is the one who is the nation's best in ... shooting? BJ and Web looked at each other and laughed so hard. Of course, he is the best in that shit.
On Saturday night, I wanted to stay home. I really do. Like I mentioned before, I did not want to go out. I was not in mood to go out and deal with people. I like to be reclusive. But Perlis, Breen and Web insisted that I go. I caved in. So off to Barracuda where I met Ty and Bianca. Ty looked so good as ever. Ty brought his friends who performed in Big River to the bar and mingled with us all. I was the VEE-VEE the whole night long. I got a pissy hangover the next day. So I spent the day watching the US Olympics.
I saw the Hamms. Their facial expressions on their performances in gymnastics are SEXY!! Too bad I did not jerk off. I never wank off to the shows that has clothes on. It must be off. Sometimes, the guys with underwears can turn me on.
I watched the US Men's Basketball team with horror, I quickly paged Beth -- knowing that she did not give a shit about it -- that this is going to be horrifying game. You know, when I heard that Stephon Marbury and Allen Iverson being selected to the team, I knew that they will not win the gold medal. Both players are into themselves. Why do you think Coach Larry Brown left Philadelphia for Detroit and subsequently won the NBA Title in Motor City?!
I personally saw Allen Iverson when he was a sophomore in high school. He played at Tabb High which defeated my hometown, Hopewell High, 74-68. In that game, Iverson had 44 points and Childress had 26. It was such a show. I knew that he'd end up in NBA eventually. But he does not qualify to be on the Olympics team. I expect us to lose to Puerto Rico by 5 or 10. But not fucking 19!! Of course, I'm pissed off about it.
I do not know if Terrence Parking, the Deaf swimmer from the Republic of South Africa, will get to play against Ian Thorpe (Thorpedo is sexy than Phelps!) and Michael Phelps. I wish Terrence gets a chance to shock them. That would rock! That would be the coolest thing that a deaf person kicks a guy of that magnitude.
You know, when I watched Michael Phelps being interviewed by NBC TV, the TV zoomed in on his face. It showed his teeth. It seems familiar. Then it hits me -- I said, "Oh, my god -- Boucher!!"
R-
Monday, August 16, 2004
Friday, August 13, 2004
McGreevey vs. Elisa
Some people asked me why I bashed Elisa? I saw her around at Gallaudet, read her articles for Buff n Blue. Sometimes I agreed, sometimes I don't. That is the way of life in good ole USA. I never had an opportunity to sit down and debate with her -- not that I avoid it, it was impossible because she was involved with "that" crowd whom she pays attention all the time, disregard the rest as insignificant gnats. When I see the clique group that she was part of, I just moved on. Why? Because it is not worth the energy to prove the points just to win the argument before her and her crowd -- it is biased and intimidating to deal with people like that. So I say SYL to this stuff.
It is interesting to note that when we throw crap or pinpoint the comments, these so-called conservatives would stand up and insult us for being "Liberal criminals". Get a grip. It is not about liberalism, or conservatism. It is entirely different. To accuse someone else of being a liberal criminal or just a liberal proved that you are limited in your own scope.
I grew up in the state where it promotes conservatism. By God, it was awful. It railed on everything else. It hindered the progress of Deaf Education. It hindered the inclusion of races in communities. I can speak what I think of conservatives because I was *there*.
President Bush is merely taking advantages of gullible persons to advocate his personal agendas. He throws patriotism on people when things looked bleak for him. When there was a problem within White House, where is Bush? He is in Crawford on a vacation. Always on vacation when the Congress questioned his tactics. My dear Republican fools, Bush is only using you for his needs. When he's done with you, he is going to abandon you.
Whatever happens to the concept of equal rights, liberty and justice for all? You cannot deny gay people of their rights. You cannot compare gay people with animals. You cannot compare us with polygamists in these states (Hello, most of the polygamists are ... *gasp!* straight!!). You cannot deny women the right to abort. It is their bodies. Not yours. You have no right to put your rights on others because you think it is right. You cannot permit our government to curb our personal rights in the name of national security. It sets a precedent, just like Hitler did with Germany, all in the name of national security.
We have the right to question the government, we have the right to investigate. Quit calling us liberals if we question their tactics. It only makes you look stupid and whiner.
When I read Elisa's comments, targeting towards the liberals repeatedly, it tired me so quickly. That is why I said she's an idiot. Yes, my friends and I chatted briefly about her xanga site, we talked about how annoying it is to read her anti-Liberal and anti-Democrat comments. We cracked jokes about it -- and I thought it'd be interesting to toss a grenade. After all, there is more to life than talking about Liberals and Democrats, honey! I must admit that I was shocked to see Lamberton's impulsive reaction. I thought, as a professor, he would mature. I guess I was wrong. Lamberton, try to refrain from bashing on someone based on his looks, try to bash based on his *comments*. Can you? I always thought you were smarter than that, Lambykins. It is tragic to read the ignorant comments about gays, Islam, et al. I felt sorry for any student who studies under you, Lambykins.
On other hand, Gov. McGreevey shouldn't be considered as a hero. He is not. He was the one who requested the state attorney general to take the action against several same sex couples who went ahead and married in Asbury Park, NJ. Is he the Judas? Only time will tell. It was Golan Cipel who drove Gov. McGreevey to come out of the closet. I laughed out of my mind when he said, "The truth is that I am gay American." Web can confirm this because she saw me trying to stop myself from laughing. Golan did what was necessary, to regain his dignity by suing Gov. McGreevey. After all, Golan gave up his life in Israel to be closer with McGreevey, only to be spurned off by him? It's ligitation time, baby.
Elisa & Jason, see? I just criticized a Democrat!
Deal with your issues because it is boring to read your venomous comments about Liberals, Democrats or whatever it is that goes against your traditional beliefs.
R-
It is interesting to note that when we throw crap or pinpoint the comments, these so-called conservatives would stand up and insult us for being "Liberal criminals". Get a grip. It is not about liberalism, or conservatism. It is entirely different. To accuse someone else of being a liberal criminal or just a liberal proved that you are limited in your own scope.
I grew up in the state where it promotes conservatism. By God, it was awful. It railed on everything else. It hindered the progress of Deaf Education. It hindered the inclusion of races in communities. I can speak what I think of conservatives because I was *there*.
President Bush is merely taking advantages of gullible persons to advocate his personal agendas. He throws patriotism on people when things looked bleak for him. When there was a problem within White House, where is Bush? He is in Crawford on a vacation. Always on vacation when the Congress questioned his tactics. My dear Republican fools, Bush is only using you for his needs. When he's done with you, he is going to abandon you.
Whatever happens to the concept of equal rights, liberty and justice for all? You cannot deny gay people of their rights. You cannot compare gay people with animals. You cannot compare us with polygamists in these states (Hello, most of the polygamists are ... *gasp!* straight!!). You cannot deny women the right to abort. It is their bodies. Not yours. You have no right to put your rights on others because you think it is right. You cannot permit our government to curb our personal rights in the name of national security. It sets a precedent, just like Hitler did with Germany, all in the name of national security.
We have the right to question the government, we have the right to investigate. Quit calling us liberals if we question their tactics. It only makes you look stupid and whiner.
When I read Elisa's comments, targeting towards the liberals repeatedly, it tired me so quickly. That is why I said she's an idiot. Yes, my friends and I chatted briefly about her xanga site, we talked about how annoying it is to read her anti-Liberal and anti-Democrat comments. We cracked jokes about it -- and I thought it'd be interesting to toss a grenade. After all, there is more to life than talking about Liberals and Democrats, honey! I must admit that I was shocked to see Lamberton's impulsive reaction. I thought, as a professor, he would mature. I guess I was wrong. Lamberton, try to refrain from bashing on someone based on his looks, try to bash based on his *comments*. Can you? I always thought you were smarter than that, Lambykins. It is tragic to read the ignorant comments about gays, Islam, et al. I felt sorry for any student who studies under you, Lambykins.
On other hand, Gov. McGreevey shouldn't be considered as a hero. He is not. He was the one who requested the state attorney general to take the action against several same sex couples who went ahead and married in Asbury Park, NJ. Is he the Judas? Only time will tell. It was Golan Cipel who drove Gov. McGreevey to come out of the closet. I laughed out of my mind when he said, "The truth is that I am gay American." Web can confirm this because she saw me trying to stop myself from laughing. Golan did what was necessary, to regain his dignity by suing Gov. McGreevey. After all, Golan gave up his life in Israel to be closer with McGreevey, only to be spurned off by him? It's ligitation time, baby.
Elisa & Jason, see? I just criticized a Democrat!
Deal with your issues because it is boring to read your venomous comments about Liberals, Democrats or whatever it is that goes against your traditional beliefs.
R-
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Who Does She Thinks She Is?
When I surfed the xanga links -- I absolutely hated Xanga.com -- I stumbled on an idiot's comments.
I snickered at her.
Later, friends talked about how stupid she is. I agreed. I snickered, again.
This time, I looked at Elisa Abenchuchan's comments once again. That gal is the classic example of how dumb, blonde girl can be.
Elisa, get a clue! Oops, you cannot.
R-
I snickered at her.
Later, friends talked about how stupid she is. I agreed. I snickered, again.
This time, I looked at Elisa Abenchuchan's comments once again. That gal is the classic example of how dumb, blonde girl can be.
Elisa, get a clue! Oops, you cannot.
R-
Gay and Gay
You know, I truly look forward to see Chlms' kid growing up. When s/he turns to be 8 or 10, I will teach her a trick that would scare people away. You see, Chlms' kid is going to be gay. Yes, her/his last name is going to be Gay. So I'll tease him/her, "You are Gay!" Then that kid will boast, "YES, I AM GAY!" That would be so hilarious to behold. I told Chlms about it -- she snapped, "Only you will say that!"
NEWSFLASH -- NEW JERSEY GOVERNOR MCGREEVEY JUST RESIGNED BECAUSE HE IS GAY!
California Supreme Court just voided all marriages done in San Francisco for same sex couples. One dumb guy said that it is necessary because it will open doors to incest, polygamy, bestiality.
I'm like what?
Bestiality cannot happen because it is not consensual. You cannot marry kids or incest because it is not consensual.
But we can.
AS for polygamy, like one said to me earlier, if the couple wants the third, is it really our business? Is it really your business? If they wanted it, it is none of your business. Plus, this person said that polygamy has been ongoing for many years in Utah, Idaho, Montana and Arizona. Lots of people knew but they let it slide all the time. In these parts, they forced teenagers to marry. Which I am very against.
Colorado City, Arizona is famous for that shit.
NEWSFLASH! I always suspected that Gov. McGreevey is gay. I mean, he looks so gay. He is too good to be straight. No sane straight man can look like that. He has to be gay. So he finally reveals the truth. I love this shit. I have to run to CNN and laugh my head off.
R-
NEWSFLASH -- NEW JERSEY GOVERNOR MCGREEVEY JUST RESIGNED BECAUSE HE IS GAY!
California Supreme Court just voided all marriages done in San Francisco for same sex couples. One dumb guy said that it is necessary because it will open doors to incest, polygamy, bestiality.
I'm like what?
Bestiality cannot happen because it is not consensual. You cannot marry kids or incest because it is not consensual.
But we can.
AS for polygamy, like one said to me earlier, if the couple wants the third, is it really our business? Is it really your business? If they wanted it, it is none of your business. Plus, this person said that polygamy has been ongoing for many years in Utah, Idaho, Montana and Arizona. Lots of people knew but they let it slide all the time. In these parts, they forced teenagers to marry. Which I am very against.
Colorado City, Arizona is famous for that shit.
NEWSFLASH! I always suspected that Gov. McGreevey is gay. I mean, he looks so gay. He is too good to be straight. No sane straight man can look like that. He has to be gay. So he finally reveals the truth. I love this shit. I have to run to CNN and laugh my head off.
R-
Few Words For Few Things
Anyone told you, Josh Talbott, that you are retarded? I hope the Courts will revoke your license for a long time. Too bad, Josh Talbott is cute. What Josh needed is to pull his pants down and be paddled with my own hands.
Speaking of cute, Michael Phelps is not the only cute guy in Olympics. So far, my eyes has been turning towards Paul and Morgan Hamm. I like the Midwest boys, they seem to adopt "innocence" over them (they are not!). So seeing Paul and Morgan Hamm on the tube is going to make me sweat and move around in my seat a lot. A lot. Sigh. I normally do not watch gymnastics because it always scared me to see them flipping out -- I hate to see people getting hurt -- stuff like that, it makes me get up and run away from the tube. I hate the part where you hold your breath until he lands perfectly -- and you exhale. Then you see the scores that goes 9.5, 9.4, 9.6, 9.8 and from the Russians, 3.7 -- but who cares? Everyone loves this shit.
Paul ... or Morgan?
Morgan ... or Paul?
Hope you all enjoyed the samples of cheeseheads (Morgan and Paul are from Wisconsin, the lands of Cheeseheads) today. Get an orgasm or two.
R-
Speaking of cute, Michael Phelps is not the only cute guy in Olympics. So far, my eyes has been turning towards Paul and Morgan Hamm. I like the Midwest boys, they seem to adopt "innocence" over them (they are not!). So seeing Paul and Morgan Hamm on the tube is going to make me sweat and move around in my seat a lot. A lot. Sigh. I normally do not watch gymnastics because it always scared me to see them flipping out -- I hate to see people getting hurt -- stuff like that, it makes me get up and run away from the tube. I hate the part where you hold your breath until he lands perfectly -- and you exhale. Then you see the scores that goes 9.5, 9.4, 9.6, 9.8 and from the Russians, 3.7 -- but who cares? Everyone loves this shit.
Hope you all enjoyed the samples of cheeseheads (Morgan and Paul are from Wisconsin, the lands of Cheeseheads) today. Get an orgasm or two.
R-
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
First Anniversary
This Saturday, August 14, 2004 is the first anniversary of The Great Blackout of '03.
Such a historic milestone that I was but an insignificant gnat stranded in the world's greatest city. It was an experience that I will never forget. It is hard to explain what it is like except that it was surreal to see people in very good moods.
My boss, Web and I loitered about having the blackout party with the A/C on and watching the Olympics games on the tube. That would be very sexy, don't you guys think?
Today, we still do not know who is responsible for the Great Blackout of '03. Some said Canada, some said Ohio. Some said New York. But I rather to follow SouthPark the Movie -- blame Canada and fuck Canada!
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Such a historic milestone that I was but an insignificant gnat stranded in the world's greatest city. It was an experience that I will never forget. It is hard to explain what it is like except that it was surreal to see people in very good moods.
My boss, Web and I loitered about having the blackout party with the A/C on and watching the Olympics games on the tube. That would be very sexy, don't you guys think?
Today, we still do not know who is responsible for the Great Blackout of '03. Some said Canada, some said Ohio. Some said New York. But I rather to follow SouthPark the Movie -- blame Canada and fuck Canada!
R-
A New Regime Change Is Probably Needed
I think I already made several comments that kinda looked at CSD in a cautious manner. But it does not mean that I favor NAD by any means.
In fact, NAD turned me off a while ago.
I believe in the voting system. I believe in the democratic process. Sometimes, the NAD disregarded the democratic process in favor of convenience.
What do I mean? I went to the 1994 NAD Conference in Knoxville, Tennessee. Yes, I had a good time, seeing how the whole conference runs. But I was pretty much left out. That is OK with me, since it was my first time to be at the conference.
At that time, I enjoyed the Council of Representatives Meetings where all delegates get together to debate and vote on different issues. Among the issues is to bid and win the delegates' support in hosting a national conference. It is matter of pride for any organization to lobby hard and win the bid for the next conference. That is the American Way.
In 1994, Norfolk, Virginia won the bid. Then two years later, I saw a group from Little Rock Association of the Deaf (LRAD) who lobbied heavily to host the NAD Conference in Little Rock -- at the same hotel where Bill Clinton was reportedly to have a fling with Gennifer Flowers -- The Exclesior Hotel, now known as The Peabody Hotel of Little Rock.
The LRAD is strong organization with diversity, motivation and goals. I was impressed with its plans to craft the conference in Little Rock. Suffice to say, the LRAD lobbied fiercely and hard -- and they won it handily. The LRAD members were ecstatic (I know because I have friends who are the members of LRAD), the NAD Board of Directors stepped in and overturned the democratic process with a bribe (Yes, they paid the LRAD to shut them down, I have the sources) and moved the conference to Kansas City. Why?
They said that Little Rock is too small to host a national conference. Kansas City is the obvious choice. That is not how it should run. The NAD Board of Directors merely wanted to overturn the bid because it is convenient for them to drive down to Kansas City from Sioux Falls, rathern than to Little Rock. Of course, I'm being sarcastic. Not all members of NAD are from Sioux Falls, but back then, when CSD barked, NAD cowered.
Hearing the rumors that Little Rock was too small indicated that their respect for the delegates' wishes are nil. They demoralized and destroyed the pride and motivation of All-American organization in Little Rock Association of the Deaf. Do you truly think that Little Rock Association of the Deaf would bid if they knew they do not have enough hotel rooms?
Let's compare this.
Knoxville hosted 1994 NAD Conference. Only 173,278 lived in Knoxville. In Little Rock, 184,053. What is the difference?
Not enough hotel rooms? There are several brand-new hotels in downtown Little Rock right next to the brand-new convention center. It has a new national airport which it spent millions of dollars in renovations, only minutes from downtown.
Not enough activities? Please. I still remembered the bar by Arkansas River where on Thursdays, you pay only a nickel for a draft beer all night long. The result is that, there was nearly a mob right after the bar closed. So much drama. Lots of chair toss-ups, really.
Little Rock sits on Arkansas River between the Ozarks Mountains and the flat thing in the east. There is that famous high school in Little Rock called Central High School -- that was the major, historic civil rights flashpoint in the South. About 30 minutes southwest of Little Rock is Hot Springs National Park. There are things to see in Arkansas. Arkansas School for the Deaf is right across from the State Capitol. Texas cannot claim to the idea that it is the only deaf school that is near the state capitol -- so does Arkansas. LRAD has its own building few minutes outside of downtown. It has zoo where Chlms' sister got "defaced" by monkeys who tossed the shit at her. It is a custom of a chimpanzee to toss their shit at someone to mark them theirs. So I guess Stacy was marked as well. ;-)
At that time, apathy was pretty rampant across the nation. LRAD was exceptional. It wanted to host the NAD Conference. It expressed an interest. It lobbied hard. It won the hard way. We should award them the right to host because they worked hard for it. More power to them, right? But the NAD Board of Directors did not like the way the democratic process ran, so they used their powers to silence the LRAD with cash and make up the stories that Little Rock cannot host a conference, so it's better to be in Kansas City.
It is interesting to note that I did not know that there was NAD Conference this year until someone else told me recently. It says a lot. I lost the interests in NAD for what they did to LRAD and the people in Little Rock.
So reading about the anti-NAD comments on Tacticle Mind Weekly were amusing, but it reminded me of NAD's ambiguous stance with regular folks like the LRAD members. To me, it was not ambiguous, it was condescending, using their powers to override the deservedly-won bid for their interests, not for the best interests.
R-
(NAD stands for National Association of the Deaf)
In fact, NAD turned me off a while ago.
I believe in the voting system. I believe in the democratic process. Sometimes, the NAD disregarded the democratic process in favor of convenience.
What do I mean? I went to the 1994 NAD Conference in Knoxville, Tennessee. Yes, I had a good time, seeing how the whole conference runs. But I was pretty much left out. That is OK with me, since it was my first time to be at the conference.
At that time, I enjoyed the Council of Representatives Meetings where all delegates get together to debate and vote on different issues. Among the issues is to bid and win the delegates' support in hosting a national conference. It is matter of pride for any organization to lobby hard and win the bid for the next conference. That is the American Way.
In 1994, Norfolk, Virginia won the bid. Then two years later, I saw a group from Little Rock Association of the Deaf (LRAD) who lobbied heavily to host the NAD Conference in Little Rock -- at the same hotel where Bill Clinton was reportedly to have a fling with Gennifer Flowers -- The Exclesior Hotel, now known as The Peabody Hotel of Little Rock.
The LRAD is strong organization with diversity, motivation and goals. I was impressed with its plans to craft the conference in Little Rock. Suffice to say, the LRAD lobbied fiercely and hard -- and they won it handily. The LRAD members were ecstatic (I know because I have friends who are the members of LRAD), the NAD Board of Directors stepped in and overturned the democratic process with a bribe (Yes, they paid the LRAD to shut them down, I have the sources) and moved the conference to Kansas City. Why?
They said that Little Rock is too small to host a national conference. Kansas City is the obvious choice. That is not how it should run. The NAD Board of Directors merely wanted to overturn the bid because it is convenient for them to drive down to Kansas City from Sioux Falls, rathern than to Little Rock. Of course, I'm being sarcastic. Not all members of NAD are from Sioux Falls, but back then, when CSD barked, NAD cowered.
Hearing the rumors that Little Rock was too small indicated that their respect for the delegates' wishes are nil. They demoralized and destroyed the pride and motivation of All-American organization in Little Rock Association of the Deaf. Do you truly think that Little Rock Association of the Deaf would bid if they knew they do not have enough hotel rooms?
Let's compare this.
Knoxville hosted 1994 NAD Conference. Only 173,278 lived in Knoxville. In Little Rock, 184,053. What is the difference?
Not enough hotel rooms? There are several brand-new hotels in downtown Little Rock right next to the brand-new convention center. It has a new national airport which it spent millions of dollars in renovations, only minutes from downtown.
Not enough activities? Please. I still remembered the bar by Arkansas River where on Thursdays, you pay only a nickel for a draft beer all night long. The result is that, there was nearly a mob right after the bar closed. So much drama. Lots of chair toss-ups, really.
Little Rock sits on Arkansas River between the Ozarks Mountains and the flat thing in the east. There is that famous high school in Little Rock called Central High School -- that was the major, historic civil rights flashpoint in the South. About 30 minutes southwest of Little Rock is Hot Springs National Park. There are things to see in Arkansas. Arkansas School for the Deaf is right across from the State Capitol. Texas cannot claim to the idea that it is the only deaf school that is near the state capitol -- so does Arkansas. LRAD has its own building few minutes outside of downtown. It has zoo where Chlms' sister got "defaced" by monkeys who tossed the shit at her. It is a custom of a chimpanzee to toss their shit at someone to mark them theirs. So I guess Stacy was marked as well. ;-)
At that time, apathy was pretty rampant across the nation. LRAD was exceptional. It wanted to host the NAD Conference. It expressed an interest. It lobbied hard. It won the hard way. We should award them the right to host because they worked hard for it. More power to them, right? But the NAD Board of Directors did not like the way the democratic process ran, so they used their powers to silence the LRAD with cash and make up the stories that Little Rock cannot host a conference, so it's better to be in Kansas City.
It is interesting to note that I did not know that there was NAD Conference this year until someone else told me recently. It says a lot. I lost the interests in NAD for what they did to LRAD and the people in Little Rock.
So reading about the anti-NAD comments on Tacticle Mind Weekly were amusing, but it reminded me of NAD's ambiguous stance with regular folks like the LRAD members. To me, it was not ambiguous, it was condescending, using their powers to override the deservedly-won bid for their interests, not for the best interests.
R-
(NAD stands for National Association of the Deaf)
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Try This At Your Home
Internet is magnificent, is it? We love it.
Web told me about this. When I saw the outcome, I smiled so hard. It is amazing!
Follow this instruction:
1. Open www.google.com
2. Type 'miserable failure' without any quote marks.
3. Of course, you have to press "Google search" -- or return.
4. See the first thing out of 246,000 associated with miserable failure.
Thanks to Web for lightening my day! Cheers,
R-
Web told me about this. When I saw the outcome, I smiled so hard. It is amazing!
Follow this instruction:
1. Open www.google.com
2. Type 'miserable failure' without any quote marks.
3. Of course, you have to press "Google search" -- or return.
4. See the first thing out of 246,000 associated with miserable failure.
Thanks to Web for lightening my day! Cheers,
R-
Monday, August 09, 2004
Silly, Silly, Silly and Silly!
Carrie probably will find this very sweet. But for me, I'll just say that this is simply dumb. These dumbfucks often made me cringe or roll my eyes when things transpire like this -- people would say that it is so typical of Greek or Italian -- but please, come on. Snap out of this fantasy thoughts, really.
This article I just read has to be one of the most lovestruck, painful and idiotic articles I stumbled in a while (not in a long time, because I always find dumb articles in a short time).
Read, shaking your head, snickering at the couple and roll your eyes if you must.
R-
This article I just read has to be one of the most lovestruck, painful and idiotic articles I stumbled in a while (not in a long time, because I always find dumb articles in a short time).
Read, shaking your head, snickering at the couple and roll your eyes if you must.
R-
A Legitimate Question for Gays & Women
This magazine stopped me from walking through the counter at the store. Seeing his speedo sliding down a little on his back made me confused -- is this Playgirl? But this is Time Magazine.
What do you guys think? I think these teasers belong to Playgirl or some gay magazines, but not Time Magazine, really! ;-)
R-
Few Snapshots at Tramway and Serendipity
Got these snapshots from Lor. Thanks, Lor!
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Find Ridor? Among him is Web, Mrs. W, Jill and Lor. Gawd, I'm so popular.
Where Is That Hot Waiter? Ahh, he is the one who snapped the picture. From L to R: Mrs. W, AB, Surdus, Ridor, KB, Jilly, Lor and Web
Ahh, my favorite building -- The Lipstick
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Think About This
The poster on that wall reads:
"We only sell reading materials that won't offend or upset anyone."
Truer words were never spoken, Wiley!
Basically, I try to live by the concept that I cannot write an entry that will not offend anyone else. Sometimes I will have to offend someone else in order to make the mass laugh or snicker at. That is the beauty of blogging, my love.
R-
Few Questions
I enjoyed drinking Elements Beverages, at times. When you unlock the cap on the bottle, you'll have an opportunity to see a question that makes you smile then drink some.
The question is often found under the cap itself. Today, I got two of them:
1. If a stranger gave you $500 and asked you to donate it to charity, would you?
2. Why doesn't a husband take his wife's last name upon marriage?
This is legitimate questions -- fire away with your thoughts.
R-
The question is often found under the cap itself. Today, I got two of them:
1. If a stranger gave you $500 and asked you to donate it to charity, would you?
2. Why doesn't a husband take his wife's last name upon marriage?
This is legitimate questions -- fire away with your thoughts.
R-
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Looking At Myself In The Mirror
I stared at my mirror last night. I noticed something new. I lacked the "fat roll" on my neck, you know when you press your head down to your neck, the skin burst into a roll. I absolutely *hated* that. I noticed that I have ... very little fat roll on my neck. That has to be good news for me. I checked the weight today. I actually lost a lot. But I am not going to mention on my blog. Never will. I do not want to give my enemies plenty of ammunition to attack me in the open fields.
My back pains just disappeared after I popped some 200 mgs of Ibuprofen. Praise the Lord!
Watched the Saturday Night Live last night with Kelly Ripa, must be one of these repeats, but her doing the advertisement with the hair product to dye was priceless. Apparently, the hair products has crack cocaine as one of ingredients to dye a hairdo. Kelly said that she has 2 children, a husband and 3 jobs. And she's doing OK. Thanks to the hair product with crack cocaine in it, she is always on the go and able to keep up with what she has been doing so far. That was funny.
Otherwise, I had a good sleep last night. It is August, but the sleep was great. The climate during the night was ... about 65 which is strange at this time of the year in Manhattan. Well, make the best use of it.
For some reasons, I lost the motivation of going out to bars these days. They are going to be there all the time, I can come back but right now, I'm not interested. Maybe I'm too tired to deal with people these days.
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My back pains just disappeared after I popped some 200 mgs of Ibuprofen. Praise the Lord!
Watched the Saturday Night Live last night with Kelly Ripa, must be one of these repeats, but her doing the advertisement with the hair product to dye was priceless. Apparently, the hair products has crack cocaine as one of ingredients to dye a hairdo. Kelly said that she has 2 children, a husband and 3 jobs. And she's doing OK. Thanks to the hair product with crack cocaine in it, she is always on the go and able to keep up with what she has been doing so far. That was funny.
Otherwise, I had a good sleep last night. It is August, but the sleep was great. The climate during the night was ... about 65 which is strange at this time of the year in Manhattan. Well, make the best use of it.
For some reasons, I lost the motivation of going out to bars these days. They are going to be there all the time, I can come back but right now, I'm not interested. Maybe I'm too tired to deal with people these days.
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"I No Longer ... "
My cousin forwarded me this e-mail that I enjoyed it tremendously few months ago and was going to post it on my blog eventually. I am always annoyed when people send me the chain emails. These stuff that said, "You must send it to 5 people or you'll have bad luck for the rest of your life." That really made me roll my eyes all the time, then click the "delete" to flush it down the toilet. But it always came back with many stupid ideas. You try to flush them all, it comes back for more.
So when my cousin Mary sent this to me, I grinned. This is cool e-mail. Enjoy.
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To all my friends and family, Thank you for making me safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy by sending me your chain letters over the last year.
Because of your concern:
I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.
I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.
I no longer drink anything out of a can because I will get sick from the rat feces and urine.
I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.
I no longer golf since alligators will swallow you whole.
I no longer go to movies because I could sit on a needle infected with AIDS.
I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could get pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.
I no longer pump my own gas for fear of being pricked by a needle also infected with AIDS.
I no longer use my Budweiser Frogs screen saver because it is actually a virus.
I no longer use cancer causing deodorants even though I smell like a wet dog on a hot day.
I no longer park in parking lots because some one will assault me and steal my car.
I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and try to rob me.
I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaida in disguise.
I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops.
I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a stupid number for which I will get the phone bill from hell with calls to Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.
I no longer eat pre-packaged foods because the estrogens they contain will turn me gay.
I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.
I no longer look at the opposite sex because they will take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.
I no longer have a cell phone but that will change once I receive my new Ericcson phone.
I no longer have any sneakers but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.
I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.
I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me.
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl about to die in the hospital for the 1,000th time.
I no longer have any money but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me since I participated in their special e-mail program.
I want to thank all of you soooooooo much!! for looking out for me! Now, if you DON'T send this e-mail to at least 1200 people in the next 60 seconds, a large bird with diarrhea will crap on your head at 5:00 pm this afternoon.
So when my cousin Mary sent this to me, I grinned. This is cool e-mail. Enjoy.
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To all my friends and family, Thank you for making me safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy by sending me your chain letters over the last year.
Because of your concern:
I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.
I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.
I no longer drink anything out of a can because I will get sick from the rat feces and urine.
I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.
I no longer golf since alligators will swallow you whole.
I no longer go to movies because I could sit on a needle infected with AIDS.
I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could get pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.
I no longer pump my own gas for fear of being pricked by a needle also infected with AIDS.
I no longer use my Budweiser Frogs screen saver because it is actually a virus.
I no longer use cancer causing deodorants even though I smell like a wet dog on a hot day.
I no longer park in parking lots because some one will assault me and steal my car.
I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and try to rob me.
I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaida in disguise.
I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops.
I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a stupid number for which I will get the phone bill from hell with calls to Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.
I no longer eat pre-packaged foods because the estrogens they contain will turn me gay.
I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.
I no longer look at the opposite sex because they will take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.
I no longer have a cell phone but that will change once I receive my new Ericcson phone.
I no longer have any sneakers but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.
I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.
I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me.
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl about to die in the hospital for the 1,000th time.
I no longer have any money but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me since I participated in their special e-mail program.
I want to thank all of you soooooooo much!! for looking out for me! Now, if you DON'T send this e-mail to at least 1200 people in the next 60 seconds, a large bird with diarrhea will crap on your head at 5:00 pm this afternoon.
Saturday, August 07, 2004
"Oh, really? He'll cope."
In the midst of my back pains, I was reading some comic books, I stumbled upon an issue of The Books of Magic by Vertigo Comics, a group under DC Comics. The Books of Magic is bit similar to Harry Potter but much darker, sinister and foul languages at times. It chronicled on a young man, Timothy Hunter, who is destined to conquer super-heroes including Superman someday in the future.
Like Potter, he is an orphan and lives with an uncle. Blah, blah. Anyway, in this issue, Tim was dead because of a parasite he got something right before the issue I was reading about. I'm not sure exactly. But that is not the point here. Right outside of mortality, Tim met Death, a beautiful, pale-skinned woman with black hair and eyes. Normally, Death would touch someone else to make him/her to confirm that one is dead, permanently. But Death did not touch.
Meanwhile back to the site where Tim Hunter died, there was a character named Birdman who learned that he is the father of Tim Hunter and his lover, Queen Titania, the mother. He was consummated with the guilt of being the father who abandoned Tim in the first place. Queen Titania is considered to be vicious, fierce and ruthless ruler of her realm, but she loved the Birdman.
The Birdman asked to be exchanged in order to sacrifice his life for the life of his son, Tim. The act was done. Tim woke back to the reality and saw the dead Birdman sitting in the chair. Suddenly, Queen Titania entered the chambers.
Meanwhile, outside of mortality, Death touched the Birdman and chatted openly with the father who expressed a concern that Queen Titania might be vicious, blaming him for his death.
Death turned to look at Tim, and smirked. She said, "Oh, really? He'll cope." They departed, never to return again.
Queen Titania was vicious. Fierce enough to hurl insults at Tim, "You are cursed, you are now motherless and fatherless. Yes, I am your mother but I renounce you. That is your curse!"
Tim shrugged and walked away, "So? For a long time, I had been doing fine without my parents and I think I will be fine, without you or him. Besides, you were a lousy mother."
Queen Titania fell on the floor, crying.
Why did I talk about this? Well, our lives are full of obstacles and struggles. At times, we will face such vicious and hardships, but guess what? We will cope, eventually.
So, not bad, though.
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Like Potter, he is an orphan and lives with an uncle. Blah, blah. Anyway, in this issue, Tim was dead because of a parasite he got something right before the issue I was reading about. I'm not sure exactly. But that is not the point here. Right outside of mortality, Tim met Death, a beautiful, pale-skinned woman with black hair and eyes. Normally, Death would touch someone else to make him/her to confirm that one is dead, permanently. But Death did not touch.
Meanwhile back to the site where Tim Hunter died, there was a character named Birdman who learned that he is the father of Tim Hunter and his lover, Queen Titania, the mother. He was consummated with the guilt of being the father who abandoned Tim in the first place. Queen Titania is considered to be vicious, fierce and ruthless ruler of her realm, but she loved the Birdman.
The Birdman asked to be exchanged in order to sacrifice his life for the life of his son, Tim. The act was done. Tim woke back to the reality and saw the dead Birdman sitting in the chair. Suddenly, Queen Titania entered the chambers.
Meanwhile, outside of mortality, Death touched the Birdman and chatted openly with the father who expressed a concern that Queen Titania might be vicious, blaming him for his death.
Death turned to look at Tim, and smirked. She said, "Oh, really? He'll cope." They departed, never to return again.
Queen Titania was vicious. Fierce enough to hurl insults at Tim, "You are cursed, you are now motherless and fatherless. Yes, I am your mother but I renounce you. That is your curse!"
Tim shrugged and walked away, "So? For a long time, I had been doing fine without my parents and I think I will be fine, without you or him. Besides, you were a lousy mother."
Queen Titania fell on the floor, crying.
Why did I talk about this? Well, our lives are full of obstacles and struggles. At times, we will face such vicious and hardships, but guess what? We will cope, eventually.
So, not bad, though.
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Dixie Theater
When I was a student at VSD in Staunton, there is a main street that slices through the downtown and goes up the hill, passing the birthplace of President Woodrow Wilson. Passing the intersection, the East Beverley Street becomes calmer and soothing as more than 20 Victorian houses began to show its style. A little curve there and over there, you'll reach the gate of my deaf school.
When I stayed at deaf school on the weekends, we were permitted to stroll down the East Beverley Street to eat, catch a flick at Dixie Theater before it closed.
At the Dixie Theater, I probably saw about 40 movies there until I graduated. Because of parking meters, Dixie Theater went bankrupt. That Movie Theater is a classic movie theater long lost to the modern world. There was Men's Bathroom downstairs with a door that bangs before you entered the staircase. Then at the bottom, there is another door that bangs before you faced another door that ultimately entered the bathroom. Yes, count it, three doors. I wondered why. Often when I entered the bathroom, there are older men standing by the urinals, staring at the wall. Humming to themselves. I peed and left. Banged, banged, and banged.
Many years later, I discovered that these three-door process is usually the place where men cruised and fucked each other, listening to the bangs to indicate that someone is coming. Now I understand why I saw these men staring at the walls and humming.
The Dixie Theater has it. I wonder if it still has that, today.
Even back then, Men enjoyed fucking each other.
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When I stayed at deaf school on the weekends, we were permitted to stroll down the East Beverley Street to eat, catch a flick at Dixie Theater before it closed.
At the Dixie Theater, I probably saw about 40 movies there until I graduated. Because of parking meters, Dixie Theater went bankrupt. That Movie Theater is a classic movie theater long lost to the modern world. There was Men's Bathroom downstairs with a door that bangs before you entered the staircase. Then at the bottom, there is another door that bangs before you faced another door that ultimately entered the bathroom. Yes, count it, three doors. I wondered why. Often when I entered the bathroom, there are older men standing by the urinals, staring at the wall. Humming to themselves. I peed and left. Banged, banged, and banged.
Many years later, I discovered that these three-door process is usually the place where men cruised and fucked each other, listening to the bangs to indicate that someone is coming. Now I understand why I saw these men staring at the walls and humming.
The Dixie Theater has it. I wonder if it still has that, today.
Even back then, Men enjoyed fucking each other.
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Whee! Not.
I was out with lower back pains. I really needed a shotgun to shoot it. It is driving me nuts. Which is why I hadn't posted an entry in days. Too much distractions, too much pressures and I decided to back off and stayed home to recuperate. If it's not getting better, it's the Chiropractor time, baby.
Last Wednesday afternoon, I rode the Tram from 60th Street in Midtown to Roosevelt's Island! It was great seeing the Midtown's skyscrapers, despite the fact that the Tramway itself is brief ride!!
After the cookout, we went to Serendipity for its famous dessert, which is right off from the Tramway. It was great! The waiter is so cute. Mrs. W teased me that she touched him more than I do. *sigh*
Now on a serious note, I was mentioned in DC.IndyMedia.org, which is about what I said to a gay guy who wanted to be straight. Oy vey.
Anyway, I was checking the Haloscan comments and I was surprised to get an angry response from a girl named ... Licelot! Remember the name I told you guys that I thought was odd. She said that in Spanish, it should sound like "Lisalot". Honey, if it sounds like Lisalot, it should be Lisalot, not LICELOT, thank you very much and SKSK in your face.
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Last Wednesday afternoon, I rode the Tram from 60th Street in Midtown to Roosevelt's Island! It was great seeing the Midtown's skyscrapers, despite the fact that the Tramway itself is brief ride!!
After the cookout, we went to Serendipity for its famous dessert, which is right off from the Tramway. It was great! The waiter is so cute. Mrs. W teased me that she touched him more than I do. *sigh*
Now on a serious note, I was mentioned in DC.IndyMedia.org, which is about what I said to a gay guy who wanted to be straight. Oy vey.
Anyway, I was checking the Haloscan comments and I was surprised to get an angry response from a girl named ... Licelot! Remember the name I told you guys that I thought was odd. She said that in Spanish, it should sound like "Lisalot". Honey, if it sounds like Lisalot, it should be Lisalot, not LICELOT, thank you very much and SKSK in your face.
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Wednesday, August 04, 2004
I Have No Right To Tell Them How To Live Their Lives!
Again, again and again, people needs to back off when it comes to abortions. It is woman's right to abort.
Many already proved that when it comes to the abortion, women did not do it without a major consideration. They did not abort 504 times just because. The doctors also advised that repeated abortions may have an impact on their uterus. So women are extremely careful when it comes to deciding things like that.
Men, Pope, and Bishops has no right to decide for women. Let it be a choice for women. After all, they do not get pregnant. Only women.
Ever noticed that the majority of pro-life are men. Of course, they want to control women. Wanted to tell them how to live their lives. How to do this, that and there. Because God said so. Because I said so. Because the Spirits said so. Fuck this.
It is not your business.
When I hear people saying, "I approve abortions if it was incest or rape." I'm like, whatever. Get a clue. It is not like that, the women still have the right to do whatever it wants to do with their bodies.
Until the day, men are capable of carrying babies, men has no right to decide nor talk about the abortion.
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Many already proved that when it comes to the abortion, women did not do it without a major consideration. They did not abort 504 times just because. The doctors also advised that repeated abortions may have an impact on their uterus. So women are extremely careful when it comes to deciding things like that.
Men, Pope, and Bishops has no right to decide for women. Let it be a choice for women. After all, they do not get pregnant. Only women.
Ever noticed that the majority of pro-life are men. Of course, they want to control women. Wanted to tell them how to live their lives. How to do this, that and there. Because God said so. Because I said so. Because the Spirits said so. Fuck this.
It is not your business.
When I hear people saying, "I approve abortions if it was incest or rape." I'm like, whatever. Get a clue. It is not like that, the women still have the right to do whatever it wants to do with their bodies.
Until the day, men are capable of carrying babies, men has no right to decide nor talk about the abortion.
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Tuesday, August 03, 2004
My Review of Amish In The City
For a long time, I thought I was the one who can be mean when I wanted to ... until I saw Kevan and Nick's behavior towards the Amish folks. That was humiliating. Perhaps, one day, I hope I have the chance to humiliate you, Kevan and Nick.
As for the sock slapping incident, I promise you that it will be one of most memorable scenario in the history of any reality shows. It will be documented as the most bizarre thing ever. Reese is just pitiful horny faggot.
The city kids lacked the compassion and dignity for others but themselves.
I thought Mose's hairy chest was absolutely stunning. Very sexy. I think Kevan, Nick and Reese are just typical clones of Abercrombie & Fitch crap who is obsessed with vanity. Shaved his hairy chest?
Mose's terrifying experience in the oceans was something that the city kids should not make fun of. It smacked off their stupidity and childish. When I was a kid, going to the beach for the first time was an overwhelmingly experience. My sisters warned me that the waves are pretty rough. And that I should keep an eye on it. I approached it with a cautious tone. So when the waves hits my knees, I fell. Of course, I was shocked. But I was prepared for that.
The city kids never warned the Amish folks about that. To me, that demonstrated the lack of compassion and empathy.
I am rooting for the Amish folks to perform well in the next 9 showings.
God, I knew if I have a role on The Osbournes with Sharon, the government will step in to censor it because what I am capable of bringing the most outrageous people on the show that could shatter millions of people's lives. That would be nice, I can always dream ... !
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As for the sock slapping incident, I promise you that it will be one of most memorable scenario in the history of any reality shows. It will be documented as the most bizarre thing ever. Reese is just pitiful horny faggot.
The city kids lacked the compassion and dignity for others but themselves.
I thought Mose's hairy chest was absolutely stunning. Very sexy. I think Kevan, Nick and Reese are just typical clones of Abercrombie & Fitch crap who is obsessed with vanity. Shaved his hairy chest?
Mose's terrifying experience in the oceans was something that the city kids should not make fun of. It smacked off their stupidity and childish. When I was a kid, going to the beach for the first time was an overwhelmingly experience. My sisters warned me that the waves are pretty rough. And that I should keep an eye on it. I approached it with a cautious tone. So when the waves hits my knees, I fell. Of course, I was shocked. But I was prepared for that.
The city kids never warned the Amish folks about that. To me, that demonstrated the lack of compassion and empathy.
I am rooting for the Amish folks to perform well in the next 9 showings.
God, I knew if I have a role on The Osbournes with Sharon, the government will step in to censor it because what I am capable of bringing the most outrageous people on the show that could shatter millions of people's lives. That would be nice, I can always dream ... !
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They Branded Me As ...
According to the game on the Internet, I am a Left Wing Communist, much to Kurzz's delight.
Have fun playing this game: Love In War
Anyway, here is another subject that I am not afraid to hit on -- I watched Something's Gotta Give on DVD last weekend. It is about an elderly couple who fell in love with each other, but the problem is that the male (Jack Nicholson) is used to be a womanizer with a taste for young women. At one point, the female character (Diane Keaton) was upset with the male character for doing this to her.
The male character was very honest and straightforward, "The truth is, I just ... I don't know how to be a boyfriend."
*rimshot*
That clicked with me. Honestly, I do not know how to be a boyfriend. I had been single for a long time, I dated a little. When I was in love with someone else, we were very secretive and we treated it like "best friends". It was very confusing, come to think of that experience.
So when Jonathan pursued me, I admitted that I'm flattered but at the same time, bit afraid of this because I simply do not know how to be a boyfriend.
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Have fun playing this game: Love In War
Anyway, here is another subject that I am not afraid to hit on -- I watched Something's Gotta Give on DVD last weekend. It is about an elderly couple who fell in love with each other, but the problem is that the male (Jack Nicholson) is used to be a womanizer with a taste for young women. At one point, the female character (Diane Keaton) was upset with the male character for doing this to her.
The male character was very honest and straightforward, "The truth is, I just ... I don't know how to be a boyfriend."
*rimshot*
That clicked with me. Honestly, I do not know how to be a boyfriend. I had been single for a long time, I dated a little. When I was in love with someone else, we were very secretive and we treated it like "best friends". It was very confusing, come to think of that experience.
So when Jonathan pursued me, I admitted that I'm flattered but at the same time, bit afraid of this because I simply do not know how to be a boyfriend.
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In Spring, 1986
When I was 12 years old, my father took me to a store named A&N in Chester, Virginia. He told me that since I am approaching 13, I need to use the wallet.
"Because you are going to be a man."
I stared at Dad and muttered, "Oh. But Dad, I tried yours one time -- when I tried to sit down, I felt out of balance because it is so thick ... it bothered me!"
Dad shrugged, "Nonsense, you will get used to it. You have to have it because someday, you will get a license, bankcard, all important stuff that you need to carry with you for a lifetime. You just have to do that."
"But I do not like the wallet! Mom has it much easier, carrying the purse then toss it away when she gets home. You do not."
Dad said, "I always toss my wallet in the bedroom, that is why you do not see it. Deanna always left hers in a place for the world to see. That is her, but not me."
I sighed. Then we pranced around to see the assortments of wallets. Some leather, some colorful, some cool, some lame ... I was purely indecisive and I was not sure what to choose.
Dad said, "Just take one -- stop wasting our times, the wallet is not meant to be show off, it will be hidden in your pocket where nobody can see it. No big deal, just take one."
I looked at him, then at wallets. I was still indecisive. Dad was impatient and grabbed one wallet that has two colors: Orange and black. Dad bought it for me and gave it to me, "You wear it from now on. Go in the minivan, now." I sighed and looked at the wallet.
Today, I still have the same wallet. It is falling apart and I am still indecisive about the next wallet.
*sigh*
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"Because you are going to be a man."
I stared at Dad and muttered, "Oh. But Dad, I tried yours one time -- when I tried to sit down, I felt out of balance because it is so thick ... it bothered me!"
Dad shrugged, "Nonsense, you will get used to it. You have to have it because someday, you will get a license, bankcard, all important stuff that you need to carry with you for a lifetime. You just have to do that."
"But I do not like the wallet! Mom has it much easier, carrying the purse then toss it away when she gets home. You do not."
Dad said, "I always toss my wallet in the bedroom, that is why you do not see it. Deanna always left hers in a place for the world to see. That is her, but not me."
I sighed. Then we pranced around to see the assortments of wallets. Some leather, some colorful, some cool, some lame ... I was purely indecisive and I was not sure what to choose.
Dad said, "Just take one -- stop wasting our times, the wallet is not meant to be show off, it will be hidden in your pocket where nobody can see it. No big deal, just take one."
I looked at him, then at wallets. I was still indecisive. Dad was impatient and grabbed one wallet that has two colors: Orange and black. Dad bought it for me and gave it to me, "You wear it from now on. Go in the minivan, now." I sighed and looked at the wallet.
Today, I still have the same wallet. It is falling apart and I am still indecisive about the next wallet.
*sigh*
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Monday, August 02, 2004
Citigroup Center
You probably heard about the possible targets of attacks on financial institutions in Washington, Newark and New York. Among the five targets is Citigroup Center.
When I first visited the Citigroup Center, I was in awe of its accomplishment in building an enormous skyscraper. You may recognize it with its strange ending on its top, but not many people knew what it looked on the bottom of the building. It is difficult to describe what it looks like at the bottom of the Citigroup Center. Perhaps, these two pictures will tell better than I do.
Looking up ...
Looking down ...
The bottom of the building contains St. Paul's Lutheran Church, several restaurants and stores on its first four levels. Is that all? Nope. It also is the hub of Lexington Ave/53rd & 54th Street Subway Station. It was reported that 57,000 commuters came through this particular station everyday. The Citigroup Center is simply beautiful.
Last Christmas, after my workplace's Holidays dinner in Midtown on 58th Street, I believe, we were in a group with James, Cynthia, Web and who else I cannot remember. I vividly recalled telling James that the Citigroup Center is most beautiful skyscraper next to my personal favorite, the Lipstick. But I also mentioned that it is also vulnerable to some kind of terrorist attacks should it happen because it is so easy to target.
Little did we know ... I expect the worst, but I hope for the best. This building is something that everyone else in the world should value and cherish. God, please leave it alone.
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When I first visited the Citigroup Center, I was in awe of its accomplishment in building an enormous skyscraper. You may recognize it with its strange ending on its top, but not many people knew what it looked on the bottom of the building. It is difficult to describe what it looks like at the bottom of the Citigroup Center. Perhaps, these two pictures will tell better than I do.
The bottom of the building contains St. Paul's Lutheran Church, several restaurants and stores on its first four levels. Is that all? Nope. It also is the hub of Lexington Ave/53rd & 54th Street Subway Station. It was reported that 57,000 commuters came through this particular station everyday. The Citigroup Center is simply beautiful.
Last Christmas, after my workplace's Holidays dinner in Midtown on 58th Street, I believe, we were in a group with James, Cynthia, Web and who else I cannot remember. I vividly recalled telling James that the Citigroup Center is most beautiful skyscraper next to my personal favorite, the Lipstick. But I also mentioned that it is also vulnerable to some kind of terrorist attacks should it happen because it is so easy to target.
Little did we know ... I expect the worst, but I hope for the best. This building is something that everyone else in the world should value and cherish. God, please leave it alone.
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The Critical Moments
How was my weekend? I get to watch some movies over the weekend. I watched Gangs of New York, Something's Gotta Give, and Matchstick Man.
In Gangs of New York, I was horrified to learn that the gangs, the Natives and Dead Rabbits, battled for the control of Five Points. The battle scene were brutal, vicious and horrifying. I think it was pitiful that guys prayed for their sins then fight (some got killed, of course) and got maimed badly. Then a gang won the control of Five Points, life goes on.
Needless to say, I was curious to know where the Five Points is since it is located in Manhattan and hello! I am in Manhattan! Char and I tried our best to find it -- apparently, it is not there any longer. According to IrishInNYC.freeservers.com, Five Points was the intersection of Mulberry, Little Water, Anthony and Orange streets along with the Paradise Square on it. It was located in the western part of Chinatown, just north of City Hall. Paradise Square has been altered and changed to Foley Square, probably to halt the repeated gangs' battles. Today, it serves the most ironic of all -- the Foley Square is littered with many courthouses, issuing the laws or rulings for the city of New York.
It was common knowledge that a clumsy tourist gets in that area is unlikely to come out alive. It was not just poor area, it was deeply impoverished to a point where people are just ... savages. Yes, Irishfolks were ruthless, barbaric and stupid. The area was clogged with too many Irish immigrants who fled the famine in Ireland -- it was not 100% Irish folks that did it, African Americans, Chinese and Italians contributed to the problem as well -- but the majority of perpetuators are Irish. Mainly because the majority of them emigrated from Ireland in a quick succession.
You have to read the history of Five Points. Suffice to say, I'm glad that it is gone. It is an embarrassing testament to Irish's barbaric activities in New York. I am 1/2 Irish. Before you could yell at me about my current name. Taylor is English, obviously. But is it really mine? No. You see, my father's parents lived in a community owned by a coal mine company in Big Stone Gap, Virginia. Back then, there were no Social Security, pensions, retirement funds et al. My grandfather was killed in an accident related to Coal Mines explosion (which is very common back then), my grandmother knew that in a short time, the company will evict her from her house because it is owned by the company. You see, the company owned the community. It is common that in a community owned by the coal mine companies, men outnumbered women. My grandmother quickly married another man whose last name is Taylor in order to have a place to live and raise my father and my aunt. It was such a hard life for my grandparents, stucked in the midst of nowhere in the Appalachian Mountains.
If not for my grandfather's death, I would be Ricky Callahan. Not bad, eh? I don't like Taylors, though.
Anyway, back to the Five Points, I was pretty embarrassed at the atrocities. The Irish gangs even hosted the betting on "bull-baiting", that is to chain the bull and let the dogs attack the bull, to see how many dogs the Bull would kill before it succumbed!
Basically, the film made me curious and dig the dirts on the 'net -- I find it very interesting. It is no secret that New York is the melting pot. The melting pot is rarely peaceful, it takes violence to become cohesive to make what New York is all about.
New York in 1940
Modern NYC in Pre-9/11
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In Gangs of New York, I was horrified to learn that the gangs, the Natives and Dead Rabbits, battled for the control of Five Points. The battle scene were brutal, vicious and horrifying. I think it was pitiful that guys prayed for their sins then fight (some got killed, of course) and got maimed badly. Then a gang won the control of Five Points, life goes on.
Needless to say, I was curious to know where the Five Points is since it is located in Manhattan and hello! I am in Manhattan! Char and I tried our best to find it -- apparently, it is not there any longer. According to IrishInNYC.freeservers.com, Five Points was the intersection of Mulberry, Little Water, Anthony and Orange streets along with the Paradise Square on it. It was located in the western part of Chinatown, just north of City Hall. Paradise Square has been altered and changed to Foley Square, probably to halt the repeated gangs' battles. Today, it serves the most ironic of all -- the Foley Square is littered with many courthouses, issuing the laws or rulings for the city of New York.
It was common knowledge that a clumsy tourist gets in that area is unlikely to come out alive. It was not just poor area, it was deeply impoverished to a point where people are just ... savages. Yes, Irishfolks were ruthless, barbaric and stupid. The area was clogged with too many Irish immigrants who fled the famine in Ireland -- it was not 100% Irish folks that did it, African Americans, Chinese and Italians contributed to the problem as well -- but the majority of perpetuators are Irish. Mainly because the majority of them emigrated from Ireland in a quick succession.
You have to read the history of Five Points. Suffice to say, I'm glad that it is gone. It is an embarrassing testament to Irish's barbaric activities in New York. I am 1/2 Irish. Before you could yell at me about my current name. Taylor is English, obviously. But is it really mine? No. You see, my father's parents lived in a community owned by a coal mine company in Big Stone Gap, Virginia. Back then, there were no Social Security, pensions, retirement funds et al. My grandfather was killed in an accident related to Coal Mines explosion (which is very common back then), my grandmother knew that in a short time, the company will evict her from her house because it is owned by the company. You see, the company owned the community. It is common that in a community owned by the coal mine companies, men outnumbered women. My grandmother quickly married another man whose last name is Taylor in order to have a place to live and raise my father and my aunt. It was such a hard life for my grandparents, stucked in the midst of nowhere in the Appalachian Mountains.
If not for my grandfather's death, I would be Ricky Callahan. Not bad, eh? I don't like Taylors, though.
Anyway, back to the Five Points, I was pretty embarrassed at the atrocities. The Irish gangs even hosted the betting on "bull-baiting", that is to chain the bull and let the dogs attack the bull, to see how many dogs the Bull would kill before it succumbed!
Basically, the film made me curious and dig the dirts on the 'net -- I find it very interesting. It is no secret that New York is the melting pot. The melting pot is rarely peaceful, it takes violence to become cohesive to make what New York is all about.
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Friday, July 30, 2004
Remember Ilana Wexler!
Anyone But Bush. That is the goal.
I saw a quote in the men's bathroom in a gay bar. It reads:
"You are not voting for John Kerry, you are voting against George W. Bush."
This is good for people who are undecided about John Kerry. The motto is ... Anyone But Bush. That is the goal.
On other hand, remember this 12-years old girl, Ilana Wexler! Ilana, you rock!
Ilana Wexler, the founder of Kidsforkerry.org
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I saw a quote in the men's bathroom in a gay bar. It reads:
"You are not voting for John Kerry, you are voting against George W. Bush."
This is good for people who are undecided about John Kerry. The motto is ... Anyone But Bush. That is the goal.
On other hand, remember this 12-years old girl, Ilana Wexler! Ilana, you rock!
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Politics and Bullshit
Last night, I watched the segment of Democratic Party National Convention. I noticed something interesting. Too many thumb-up signs. Calm down, John Kerry and John Edwards! Don't overuse it like everyone else is doing with ILY sign! I squeal when Edwards repeated the sign.
You know, in some countries, that thumb-up sign is very offensive. So be careful.
Since we are on the same wavelength, let's look at this -- Democratic Party Convention took place in Boston. This time, for Republicans, they are swarming into New York for the first time in 150 years, primarily because they chose NYC as a way to gain some kind of support of what happened during the 9/11 tragedy. In fact, they pushed the dates to August 29 - September 2.
The majority of Manhattanites are not happy with the fact that Republicans will swarm in this city. They are bringing many problems to Penn Station, Penn Station is located right below the Madison Square Garden, the site of RNC. In an attempt to control people and terrorism, they decided to close the entrances to the Penn Station and leave one open. This is going to be a huge mess for the commuters.
Republicans want to close the roads around MSG, lots of people are suing to keep it open. So much drama. Now with this website running to let the Republicans know that they are not welcome in this magnificent town. I am looking forward to the event on September 1st that might disrupt the Republicans' time in New York. They certainly deserve it very much. They disrupted our lives from time to time, now it's their turn.
Now on a different story, I read this article -- the Sharapova-Myskina tugfest reminded me of the days before at Gallaudet when Heather Whitestone won Miss America, the media quickly flocked to Gallaudet campus and asked some students about their opinions of Heather Whitestone.
Most of our reactions were, "She's not really deaf." Suddenly, a lot of drama ensued in the next few days to a point where Heather Whitestone had to show up and spray us with her voice, "I a m H e a t h e r W h i t e s t o n e a n d I c a n s p e a k v e r y w e l l - - s o c a n y o u ! !"
Gawd.
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You know, in some countries, that thumb-up sign is very offensive. So be careful.
Since we are on the same wavelength, let's look at this -- Democratic Party Convention took place in Boston. This time, for Republicans, they are swarming into New York for the first time in 150 years, primarily because they chose NYC as a way to gain some kind of support of what happened during the 9/11 tragedy. In fact, they pushed the dates to August 29 - September 2.
The majority of Manhattanites are not happy with the fact that Republicans will swarm in this city. They are bringing many problems to Penn Station, Penn Station is located right below the Madison Square Garden, the site of RNC. In an attempt to control people and terrorism, they decided to close the entrances to the Penn Station and leave one open. This is going to be a huge mess for the commuters.
Republicans want to close the roads around MSG, lots of people are suing to keep it open. So much drama. Now with this website running to let the Republicans know that they are not welcome in this magnificent town. I am looking forward to the event on September 1st that might disrupt the Republicans' time in New York. They certainly deserve it very much. They disrupted our lives from time to time, now it's their turn.
Now on a different story, I read this article -- the Sharapova-Myskina tugfest reminded me of the days before at Gallaudet when Heather Whitestone won Miss America, the media quickly flocked to Gallaudet campus and asked some students about their opinions of Heather Whitestone.
Most of our reactions were, "She's not really deaf." Suddenly, a lot of drama ensued in the next few days to a point where Heather Whitestone had to show up and spray us with her voice, "I a m H e a t h e r W h i t e s t o n e a n d I c a n s p e a k v e r y w e l l - - s o c a n y o u ! !"
Gawd.
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Thursday, July 29, 2004
Where Are You, My Mennonite Hunk?
When I saw the reality show, Amish In The City, it brought an old flashback of mine from the ancient past. Enjoy.
When I was 11 or 12, I think I was very attractive. I used to sport a tail -- about 5-inch long of thin hair that stands out from the rest of your hair in the back, very typical of a teenager boy in the Appalachian Mountains, I'm afraid to tell.
I was on a school field trip to Eastern Mennonite University to visit the Planetarium, see the dome? Yes, that. However, some students from my deaf school were taking classes in Earth Science and Biology. Off we go to visit the Biology Department and the Planetarium.
There was a student assistant who works with some professor. He is hearing. I still distinctly remembered his name, Paul. Yeah, Paul. Paul himself is Mennonite. It is somewhat a notch below the Amish beliefs, I guess. But Paul is extremely cute. I was incredibly infatuated by his presence. I kept on smiling at him repeatedly when he stared at me inside the dome in the Planetarium. He was probably 19 or 20. He was perfect man, just for me. Dark brown hair with curly ones, not so thin, not so big. Just athletic with a humility look. Whew.
Later in this very room which many PETA members and vegetarians would die of heart attack, the room is fittingly called "Head Room", as you can see the picture on the right, there is tables all way to the top. I sat in the back ... on waaaay back right after the episode in the Planetarium. Paul was busy closing up the Planetarium right after we left, I guess.
Then he came in and sat behind me, he played with my tail from behind as I watched the interpreter signing for 30 to 45 minutes. That time was absolutely bliss. He gently played with my tail and rubbed his hands on my neck. We knew we'd click. But that was not to be.
After leaving EMU, I never saw him again.
*sigh*
There goes my 300th posting.
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When I was 11 or 12, I think I was very attractive. I used to sport a tail -- about 5-inch long of thin hair that stands out from the rest of your hair in the back, very typical of a teenager boy in the Appalachian Mountains, I'm afraid to tell.
I was on a school field trip to Eastern Mennonite University to visit the Planetarium, see the dome? Yes, that. However, some students from my deaf school were taking classes in Earth Science and Biology. Off we go to visit the Biology Department and the Planetarium.
There was a student assistant who works with some professor. He is hearing. I still distinctly remembered his name, Paul. Yeah, Paul. Paul himself is Mennonite. It is somewhat a notch below the Amish beliefs, I guess. But Paul is extremely cute. I was incredibly infatuated by his presence. I kept on smiling at him repeatedly when he stared at me inside the dome in the Planetarium. He was probably 19 or 20. He was perfect man, just for me. Dark brown hair with curly ones, not so thin, not so big. Just athletic with a humility look. Whew.
Later in this very room which many PETA members and vegetarians would die of heart attack, the room is fittingly called "Head Room", as you can see the picture on the right, there is tables all way to the top. I sat in the back ... on waaaay back right after the episode in the Planetarium. Paul was busy closing up the Planetarium right after we left, I guess.
Then he came in and sat behind me, he played with my tail from behind as I watched the interpreter signing for 30 to 45 minutes. That time was absolutely bliss. He gently played with my tail and rubbed his hands on my neck. We knew we'd click. But that was not to be.
After leaving EMU, I never saw him again.
*sigh*
There goes my 300th posting.
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299th Post, Xanga, Roz & Update with the Malzkuhns
Xanga.com absolutely sucks.
It is irritating to read someone's comments that also attached too many smiley faces. It makes them look so stupid. So easy for me to laugh at them through their comments. You want to comment on them? Register first, fuck it. So it sucks, period.
If you want to express yourself, do it with words. Smileys are so yesterday, thank you very much.
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Let it be known that this is 299th entry. Wow. The 300th entry is coming up next with a secret that will make everyone else smile today or laugh at me. Or amused. Whatever works for you on that day.
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I got an email from a friend of mine who knew that I'd advocate for Dr. Roslyn "Roz" Rosen.
She is a Deaf woman who worked at Gallaudet for many years, she was the Vice-President of Academic Affairs before the current administration discretely drove her out. I am so glad that there are some professors who are working to organize the plans to nominate Dr. Roslyn Rosen for Emerita recognition by the university. I'm all for it. Anyone wants to do this should get in touch with Dr. Berdichevsky.
Dear all:
Please join Tom Baldridge, Rita Jenoure and me in nominating Dr. Roz Rosen for emerita recognition by Gallaudet University. We are gathering letters of support from all over the campus and the deaf community and would like to include one from you. Feel free to comment on any of Roz' accomplishments and contributions to deaf education and to the welfare of deaf communities local, national and international.
Pllease send your letter of support by August 10. You can send it via E-mail to this account (cristina.berdichevsky@gallaudet.edu) or mail it to:
Dr. Cristi Berdichevsky
Foreign Language Department
HMB S 236 H
Gallaudet University
800 Florida Ave, N.E.
Washington DC 20002
Many thanks. - Tom, Rita and Cristiri
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Now with this update, I have the link to the website. Please be sure to check out the video as well. I wonder how the Matriarch of the Malzkuhn clan felt about this. Here is the Pyramid Scheme Targets The Deaf. Don't anyone else agree with me that Robert Roth is cute? *dreaming mode on*
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It is irritating to read someone's comments that also attached too many smiley faces. It makes them look so stupid. So easy for me to laugh at them through their comments. You want to comment on them? Register first, fuck it. So it sucks, period.
If you want to express yourself, do it with words. Smileys are so yesterday, thank you very much.
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Let it be known that this is 299th entry. Wow. The 300th entry is coming up next with a secret that will make everyone else smile today or laugh at me. Or amused. Whatever works for you on that day.
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I got an email from a friend of mine who knew that I'd advocate for Dr. Roslyn "Roz" Rosen.
She is a Deaf woman who worked at Gallaudet for many years, she was the Vice-President of Academic Affairs before the current administration discretely drove her out. I am so glad that there are some professors who are working to organize the plans to nominate Dr. Roslyn Rosen for Emerita recognition by the university. I'm all for it. Anyone wants to do this should get in touch with Dr. Berdichevsky.
Dear all:
Please join Tom Baldridge, Rita Jenoure and me in nominating Dr. Roz Rosen for emerita recognition by Gallaudet University. We are gathering letters of support from all over the campus and the deaf community and would like to include one from you. Feel free to comment on any of Roz' accomplishments and contributions to deaf education and to the welfare of deaf communities local, national and international.
Pllease send your letter of support by August 10. You can send it via E-mail to this account (cristina.berdichevsky@gallaudet.edu) or mail it to:
Dr. Cristi Berdichevsky
Foreign Language Department
HMB S 236 H
Gallaudet University
800 Florida Ave, N.E.
Washington DC 20002
Many thanks. - Tom, Rita and Cristiri
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Now with this update, I have the link to the website. Please be sure to check out the video as well. I wonder how the Matriarch of the Malzkuhn clan felt about this. Here is the Pyramid Scheme Targets The Deaf. Don't anyone else agree with me that Robert Roth is cute? *dreaming mode on*
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The Malzkuhns
Lots of people are in awe of Mary Malzkuhn who is a professor, teaching Government to several thousands of students for more than 20 years.
I do not find her to be awesome or anything like that. I find her to be rude and arrogant at times.
One time, my good friend told me that a student who is not well known was in her class. When Malzkuhn lectured, that student just stared and nodded a little. It was not bad but a habit of that person to nod, just to affirm what Malzkuhn was lecturing.
Then Mary Malzkuhn shot the student down, "Did I ask you for your approval?"
Then she went back to the lecture, left the student to his own demise. Suffice to say, he withdrew the class after that. Now, is that nice what you did to the student, you little trollop bitch?
On another hand, another situation happened in London. I was there. Long story. To make it short, there was another professor who had a crush with my father. My father ultimately rejected her. She was devastated. She ended up being good friends with my grandmother's sister. Blah, blah. My grandmother and her sister occasionally fights with each other but still loves each other, no matter what. It is just typical of deaf family members to argue then make up, I guess. Somehow, my great aunt told this "professor" about what kind of person I am. That "professor" told Mary. At that time, I personally never met Mary. My opinions toward her was reserved.
That is until, I encountered her abrasive comments in London. It was raining hard, we were lost. We were supposed to visit the Royal National Institute of Deaf (RNID), we went back and forth on the same road, looking for some building. I was getting tired, irritated with being wet. I told Mary that the RNID building "probably is on the other block over there."
Mary then screamed at me, "I AM NOT STUPID! I HAVE DOCTORATE DEGREE, DO YOU? DO YOU? DO YOU?" I was appalled. Then later, she told me that the "professor" told her to watch out for me because I'd criticize her ass. I told her that, "Honey, you just fell for the oldest trick in the books, too bad you are too old to figure it out."
Trust me, she's that old to a point where she actually can pass as a man. Since that fateful day in London, I absolutely have no desire to interact or deal with the Malzkuhns.
Of course, I was horrified to see three offsprings coming in Gallaudet in the next few years with Mary's grandchildren running amok ... Matt, Mez and Megan. All are much different from each other. All possessed their own characteristics but like their grandmother, very outspoken.
Matt never bothered me, he is nice, I *think*.
Mez thinks she's all that. She thinks she's above the world. Too bad, she was banned from attending the graduation ceremony recently. That says a lot about herself, though.
Megan is just different. I actually enjoyed chatting with her. She may be lost in her own ways but she is just cool gal. You rock, Megan.
But reading about the articles regarding the pyramid schemes among others perpetuated by the Malzkuhns did not surprise me about this family, though.
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I do not find her to be awesome or anything like that. I find her to be rude and arrogant at times.
One time, my good friend told me that a student who is not well known was in her class. When Malzkuhn lectured, that student just stared and nodded a little. It was not bad but a habit of that person to nod, just to affirm what Malzkuhn was lecturing.
Then Mary Malzkuhn shot the student down, "Did I ask you for your approval?"
Then she went back to the lecture, left the student to his own demise. Suffice to say, he withdrew the class after that. Now, is that nice what you did to the student, you little trollop bitch?
On another hand, another situation happened in London. I was there. Long story. To make it short, there was another professor who had a crush with my father. My father ultimately rejected her. She was devastated. She ended up being good friends with my grandmother's sister. Blah, blah. My grandmother and her sister occasionally fights with each other but still loves each other, no matter what. It is just typical of deaf family members to argue then make up, I guess. Somehow, my great aunt told this "professor" about what kind of person I am. That "professor" told Mary. At that time, I personally never met Mary. My opinions toward her was reserved.
That is until, I encountered her abrasive comments in London. It was raining hard, we were lost. We were supposed to visit the Royal National Institute of Deaf (RNID), we went back and forth on the same road, looking for some building. I was getting tired, irritated with being wet. I told Mary that the RNID building "probably is on the other block over there."
Mary then screamed at me, "I AM NOT STUPID! I HAVE DOCTORATE DEGREE, DO YOU? DO YOU? DO YOU?" I was appalled. Then later, she told me that the "professor" told her to watch out for me because I'd criticize her ass. I told her that, "Honey, you just fell for the oldest trick in the books, too bad you are too old to figure it out."
Trust me, she's that old to a point where she actually can pass as a man. Since that fateful day in London, I absolutely have no desire to interact or deal with the Malzkuhns.
Of course, I was horrified to see three offsprings coming in Gallaudet in the next few years with Mary's grandchildren running amok ... Matt, Mez and Megan. All are much different from each other. All possessed their own characteristics but like their grandmother, very outspoken.
Matt never bothered me, he is nice, I *think*.
Mez thinks she's all that. She thinks she's above the world. Too bad, she was banned from attending the graduation ceremony recently. That says a lot about herself, though.
Megan is just different. I actually enjoyed chatting with her. She may be lost in her own ways but she is just cool gal. You rock, Megan.
But reading about the articles regarding the pyramid schemes among others perpetuated by the Malzkuhns did not surprise me about this family, though.
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One Cool Thing About Being Deaf ...
One cool thing about being Deaf is that we often described a person by its appearance. Suppose if someone asked me what Dylan looks like.
My response can be cute or horrible as I'd say, "Oh, he's about 6'1, with blond hair, lanky body. Always wears the trenchcoat in college. In fact, you probably will recognize him easily when he strolls down the H Street on a Saturday afternoon because he's the only white person walking around."
Stuff like that, Deaf people would say, "Oh, yeah! I know him! Y-E-S!! Is that him who heckled Eric Heckman at times in the cafeteria?" I would nod and signed vehemently, "Y-E-S!!"
Stuff like that. Well, today, Dylan told me that I forgot to include the infamous meltdown of Patrice Edwards in the cafeteria. That triggered the memory of a lunchtime drama that exploded out of nothingness. And left us in shambles afterwards for days to come.
Dennis was frustrated that this gal, Patrice, chased him for years. Somehow, things transpired to a point where Patrice walked over to our table in the Barfeteria and said, "YOU (pointed at Dennis) will marry me someday because I want you."
Dennis flipped out and said, "Fuck, no. I don't want you!"
Patrice insisted and tried to grab Dennis by his massive shoulders that he belonged to her. Dennis got upset and left the cafeteria, Patrice shrieked. I got angry and stood up and yelled at her -- I was furious, "Get this through your skull, he does not want you." She snapped at me that it was my fault that he did not want her. Cripes.
I told her, "It is not my fault that you fell asleep in the microwave and ended up having that face."
The truth is that her face looks like it melted. I know, I know. I was mean back then. I was incredibly mean but what she did to Dennis was inexcusable.
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My response can be cute or horrible as I'd say, "Oh, he's about 6'1, with blond hair, lanky body. Always wears the trenchcoat in college. In fact, you probably will recognize him easily when he strolls down the H Street on a Saturday afternoon because he's the only white person walking around."
Stuff like that, Deaf people would say, "Oh, yeah! I know him! Y-E-S!! Is that him who heckled Eric Heckman at times in the cafeteria?" I would nod and signed vehemently, "Y-E-S!!"
Stuff like that. Well, today, Dylan told me that I forgot to include the infamous meltdown of Patrice Edwards in the cafeteria. That triggered the memory of a lunchtime drama that exploded out of nothingness. And left us in shambles afterwards for days to come.
Dennis was frustrated that this gal, Patrice, chased him for years. Somehow, things transpired to a point where Patrice walked over to our table in the Barfeteria and said, "YOU (pointed at Dennis) will marry me someday because I want you."
Dennis flipped out and said, "Fuck, no. I don't want you!"
Patrice insisted and tried to grab Dennis by his massive shoulders that he belonged to her. Dennis got upset and left the cafeteria, Patrice shrieked. I got angry and stood up and yelled at her -- I was furious, "Get this through your skull, he does not want you." She snapped at me that it was my fault that he did not want her. Cripes.
I told her, "It is not my fault that you fell asleep in the microwave and ended up having that face."
The truth is that her face looks like it melted. I know, I know. I was mean back then. I was incredibly mean but what she did to Dennis was inexcusable.
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Wednesday, July 28, 2004
The DPN Pics by Yoon Lee
I saw few pictures from Yoon Lee during the Deaf President Now Movement. I decided to share two pictures that has been a favorite of mine for a long time. It is possible that some of you guys will recognize someone else in these pictures. Enjoy.
The reason why I liked this picture is its true feelings in celebrating. Old, young, beautiful, ugly, crippled ... everyone is in this altogether. Victory is ours!
This took place in The Abbey, now converted into Multipurpose room. Ahh, old times' sake. Why this picture? I personally despised the "ILY" sign because it is the most overused sign in the whole fucking world. But there is something about the facial reactions. Look at Sherry Duhon. Look at George Boyd, the dude with "Boston Celtics" coat. He was my YLC Counselor in '90. Man, I was afraid of him because I find him to be very ... irresistible. He is sexy. But the worst part is that he is straight and married. Oh, well.
Here is the newest picture that I chuckled. I think many Deaf persons and hearing people who are learning signs will be able to detect what this gal was attempting to say ...
"Oh, About Fu..."
Cheers,
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The reason why I liked this picture is its true feelings in celebrating. Old, young, beautiful, ugly, crippled ... everyone is in this altogether. Victory is ours!
This took place in The Abbey, now converted into Multipurpose room. Ahh, old times' sake. Why this picture? I personally despised the "ILY" sign because it is the most overused sign in the whole fucking world. But there is something about the facial reactions. Look at Sherry Duhon. Look at George Boyd, the dude with "Boston Celtics" coat. He was my YLC Counselor in '90. Man, I was afraid of him because I find him to be very ... irresistible. He is sexy. But the worst part is that he is straight and married. Oh, well.
Here is the newest picture that I chuckled. I think many Deaf persons and hearing people who are learning signs will be able to detect what this gal was attempting to say ...
Cheers,
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Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Gallaudet Barfeteria
I admit this. I do miss Gallaudet Barfeteria. There is no place like Gallaudet Barfeteria! The stimulating conversations. The drama between many cliques and groups. I cannot mention *how* many funniest moments that occur in that place. There is something about the Barfeteria -- lousy food, stimulating conversations, huge dramatic at times, friendships that were forged for a lifetime. These things only happen in the Barfeteria. If you are a student at Gallaudet and did not enter the Barfeteria, you are nobody else.
You wanted to be seen? Be heard? Be loved or hated? Go to the Barfeteria! Go and spread the vicious rumor or incident that you were part of. You want to badmouth someone? Go to the Barfeteria! You want to humiliate someone? Go to the Barfeteria!!
The Barfeteria is the hub of everything.
Among the memorable incidents: One guy dared Carrie to throw the milk in his face out of joke, and Carrie threw the milk in his face.
When Delta Epsilon had its traditional march into the Barfeteria, everyone flocked to watch the gals do their stuff. Meanwhile, behind everyone in the corner of the Barfeteria, a fight ensued between a feminine guy and 4 or 5 African Americans females. Erik pushed, tussled and barked and talked at the same time with these females who offended him about his being gay. I saw the whole thing. it was so funny.
One time, Delanne was next to me as we yakked. One dumb girl came to me and said, "I met your brother last night. We slept together." I was like, "Ok, that's OK. Fine with me." She shot back, "Your brother got a big one! This one!" She tried to used her hands to show me how big it is -- I cut her off and said, "Get the fuck out of my face, I do not want to know my brother's dick!" Delanne was speechless and could not believe that this girl would do that to me.
One time, I saw a student who used the cell phone to talk. I cut him and told him that it is rude for anyone to use the cell phone in the Gallaudet Barfeteria because this is Deaf University -- want to use the voice? Go outside. I was not joking when it happened. I was very blunt with him as I told him that I do not appreciate for him to use the cell phone in the Barfeteria at all.
Yeah, that famous "R.I.B." for me, Irvine and Brad when we have an emergency that we need to confer -- we say the "RIB" then it's off to the bathroom to backstab or to share what one is being said about the other. It is ridiculous. Funny. And crazy.
Ahh, everyone loves my dramatic moments with Dorian Fletcher as well.
There will be no place like the Barfeteria. It only happens once in our lives -- thanks for everything, Gally Barfeteria!
Feel free to add the moments if you remember of these fiasco at Gallaudet Barfeteria.
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You wanted to be seen? Be heard? Be loved or hated? Go to the Barfeteria! Go and spread the vicious rumor or incident that you were part of. You want to badmouth someone? Go to the Barfeteria! You want to humiliate someone? Go to the Barfeteria!!
The Barfeteria is the hub of everything.
Among the memorable incidents: One guy dared Carrie to throw the milk in his face out of joke, and Carrie threw the milk in his face.
When Delta Epsilon had its traditional march into the Barfeteria, everyone flocked to watch the gals do their stuff. Meanwhile, behind everyone in the corner of the Barfeteria, a fight ensued between a feminine guy and 4 or 5 African Americans females. Erik pushed, tussled and barked and talked at the same time with these females who offended him about his being gay. I saw the whole thing. it was so funny.
One time, Delanne was next to me as we yakked. One dumb girl came to me and said, "I met your brother last night. We slept together." I was like, "Ok, that's OK. Fine with me." She shot back, "Your brother got a big one! This one!" She tried to used her hands to show me how big it is -- I cut her off and said, "Get the fuck out of my face, I do not want to know my brother's dick!" Delanne was speechless and could not believe that this girl would do that to me.
One time, I saw a student who used the cell phone to talk. I cut him and told him that it is rude for anyone to use the cell phone in the Gallaudet Barfeteria because this is Deaf University -- want to use the voice? Go outside. I was not joking when it happened. I was very blunt with him as I told him that I do not appreciate for him to use the cell phone in the Barfeteria at all.
Yeah, that famous "R.I.B." for me, Irvine and Brad when we have an emergency that we need to confer -- we say the "RIB" then it's off to the bathroom to backstab or to share what one is being said about the other. It is ridiculous. Funny. And crazy.
Ahh, everyone loves my dramatic moments with Dorian Fletcher as well.
There will be no place like the Barfeteria. It only happens once in our lives -- thanks for everything, Gally Barfeteria!
Feel free to add the moments if you remember of these fiasco at Gallaudet Barfeteria.
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Progress Is The Game
Last night, I checked the Democratic Party National Convention on C-SPAN and was surprised to see the camera panning around the delegates. Some delegate used the rainbow flag to wave around. They did not hide it. They showed it as if it's OK. Then later, I saw a guy wearing the Dr. Seuss-type hat with rainbow on it.
I guess there has been somewhat of a progress in the Democratic Party National Convention in making everyone included.
Way to go, Dems.
Where is yours, Andrew Sullivan?
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I guess there has been somewhat of a progress in the Democratic Party National Convention in making everyone included.
Way to go, Dems.
Where is yours, Andrew Sullivan?
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The Amazing Race
I am enjoying the reality show called "The Amazing Race", I hope it is on tonight. I am addicted to the race.
I was thinking:
Who should I pair up to apply for the slot on The Amazing Race with?
I wanted Chlms, but she declined because she's pregnant.
There are choices to make:
Mikey, Mr. Chapstick, Mark, KB, Rico and yeah, Todd Newman.
Mikey, Mr. Chapstick, Mark and Rico are gay. Rico from The Netherlands. Mark from Wichita, Kansas. Mr. Chapstick is everywhere but currently in Alaska. Mikey is in Los Angeles. Todd is straight, married but yet so close friend of mine from D.C.
Which one should I pick?
Mikey would be so dramatic. He'd be Nicole Ritchie while I am Paris Hilton. Mr. Chapstick and I would have the stimulating, twisting and funny remarks about everything else, really. Rico and I would crack horrific jokes about others. Mark and I would use our faces to communicate and win the whole thing.
Todd is charming, good-looking dude that could easily win him millions of female fans while I sit and whine.
Which one should I pick before I try to apply for one? Just for fun?
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I was thinking:
Who should I pair up to apply for the slot on The Amazing Race with?
I wanted Chlms, but she declined because she's pregnant.
There are choices to make:
Mikey, Mr. Chapstick, Mark, KB, Rico and yeah, Todd Newman.
Mikey, Mr. Chapstick, Mark and Rico are gay. Rico from The Netherlands. Mark from Wichita, Kansas. Mr. Chapstick is everywhere but currently in Alaska. Mikey is in Los Angeles. Todd is straight, married but yet so close friend of mine from D.C.
Which one should I pick?
Mikey would be so dramatic. He'd be Nicole Ritchie while I am Paris Hilton. Mr. Chapstick and I would have the stimulating, twisting and funny remarks about everything else, really. Rico and I would crack horrific jokes about others. Mark and I would use our faces to communicate and win the whole thing.
Todd is charming, good-looking dude that could easily win him millions of female fans while I sit and whine.
Which one should I pick before I try to apply for one? Just for fun?
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Grandma & Toby
My grandmother, Virginia, loved to travel. Before she died in September, 1987, she told me that she always wanted to "touch" the West, that is to "touch" Pacific Ocean. But thanks to the society's oppression on my grandmother as a Deaf person, she struggled to have a decent life. It was not easy to raise a deaf family in an era of Great Depression, World War II and the Cold War. It was nearly impossible to find a decent job in the era that allows hearing people to discriminate deaf people openly. All in all, hearing people do make deaf people very poor back then.
It was not until the passage of Americans with Disabilities Act that pretty much neutralizes them from continuing to discriminate deaf people in 1989 or 1990. But it was too late for my grandmother. She never saw the Deaf President Now Movement. She never saw the Americans with Disabilities Act being enacted.
When I grew up, she always talked about how fun it is to travel. How fun it *must be to experience something like that. Her farthest trip was to Columbus, Ohio. She grew up in North Carolina and died in Virginia. I believe she only visited 7 or 8 states in her lifetime. As a child, I vowed that I will not be like that.
Today, at 30, I already visited 42 states, 3 foreign countries. Of course, I intend to blossom the visits eventually. Only Hawai'i, Alaska, North Dakota, Louisiana, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, Maine and Iowa seems to elude my demands. But two states (N.H. and L.A.) will be "touched" shortly. This is to appease my guilt for my grandmother who wanted to visit -- I'm sure she is glad that I'm doing this for myself and for her as well.
Now, Toby of Deansworld, he seems to be in the same path with my grandmother. He hasn't visited many cities nor visited the West. I thought of my grandmother. I decided to buy him a flight ticket along with myself as we flew to Seattle, Washington few years ago. Even if he does not enjoy the town, I knew that he is done "touching" the West. That makes me feel contended, to a degree.
But Toby, god damn you, you came to NYC on a last-minute plan and partied then vanished on me. Not nice. Not nice. :-) Maybe I should call Mordru to sic on you ... like this picture! ;-)
"Toby messed my fan up last weekend! And you shall pay for it!"
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It was not until the passage of Americans with Disabilities Act that pretty much neutralizes them from continuing to discriminate deaf people in 1989 or 1990. But it was too late for my grandmother. She never saw the Deaf President Now Movement. She never saw the Americans with Disabilities Act being enacted.
When I grew up, she always talked about how fun it is to travel. How fun it *must be to experience something like that. Her farthest trip was to Columbus, Ohio. She grew up in North Carolina and died in Virginia. I believe she only visited 7 or 8 states in her lifetime. As a child, I vowed that I will not be like that.
Today, at 30, I already visited 42 states, 3 foreign countries. Of course, I intend to blossom the visits eventually. Only Hawai'i, Alaska, North Dakota, Louisiana, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, Maine and Iowa seems to elude my demands. But two states (N.H. and L.A.) will be "touched" shortly. This is to appease my guilt for my grandmother who wanted to visit -- I'm sure she is glad that I'm doing this for myself and for her as well.
Now, Toby of Deansworld, he seems to be in the same path with my grandmother. He hasn't visited many cities nor visited the West. I thought of my grandmother. I decided to buy him a flight ticket along with myself as we flew to Seattle, Washington few years ago. Even if he does not enjoy the town, I knew that he is done "touching" the West. That makes me feel contended, to a degree.
But Toby, god damn you, you came to NYC on a last-minute plan and partied then vanished on me. Not nice. Not nice. :-) Maybe I should call Mordru to sic on you ... like this picture! ;-)
"Toby messed my fan up last weekend! And you shall pay for it!"
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Monday, July 26, 2004
Mr. Chapstick
This tale is one of my favorite ever from a close friend of mine. For now, I'll call him Mr. Chapstick. Why? Let me get to that story.
On a particular night, Mr. Chapstick told me that he's going out with this guy to play a little or two, I told him to have fun and play safe. They departed. I ended up being drunk and went home with Mark. This took place in Washington, DC. Two or three years ago, can't remember which year.
The next day, Mr. Chapstick and I met to chit-chat and he said he kept on smelling the damned chapstick bottle. I was perplexed. He said that the night before, he went out with this drunken guy. They ended up having sex in the back of his car, instead of going home. Putting the condom on, but lacked the lube. The guy gave Mr. Chapstick his chapstick to "lube" the condom. And it worked nicely. Mr. Chapstick fucked this guy and fell asleep -- both fell asleep ... naked in the car. Then they woke up and realized that they had dozed off, naked for others to pass by.
I stared at him with shock(ment). I could not believe it. He nodded to affirm the true story then signed vehemently, "Y - E - S !!" I grinned and shook my head in disbelief then he said, "And to top it all, I still smell the chapstick on me!"
That was it. His nickname is Mr. Chapstick. I burst out in fits of laughter.
Love you, Mr. Chapstick!!
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On a particular night, Mr. Chapstick told me that he's going out with this guy to play a little or two, I told him to have fun and play safe. They departed. I ended up being drunk and went home with Mark. This took place in Washington, DC. Two or three years ago, can't remember which year.
The next day, Mr. Chapstick and I met to chit-chat and he said he kept on smelling the damned chapstick bottle. I was perplexed. He said that the night before, he went out with this drunken guy. They ended up having sex in the back of his car, instead of going home. Putting the condom on, but lacked the lube. The guy gave Mr. Chapstick his chapstick to "lube" the condom. And it worked nicely. Mr. Chapstick fucked this guy and fell asleep -- both fell asleep ... naked in the car. Then they woke up and realized that they had dozed off, naked for others to pass by.
I stared at him with shock(ment). I could not believe it. He nodded to affirm the true story then signed vehemently, "Y - E - S !!" I grinned and shook my head in disbelief then he said, "And to top it all, I still smell the chapstick on me!"
That was it. His nickname is Mr. Chapstick. I burst out in fits of laughter.
Love you, Mr. Chapstick!!
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Yankees & Red Sox
I love the rivalry. Even if sometimes it gets out of control. I am not a Yankee nor Red Sox fan. But their rivalry with each other has been very intense over the years. Last weekend, there was a bench-clearing brawl between these two teams. Did you know that when the New England Patriots football team won the Super Bowl, its fans chanted, "Yanks suck! Yanks suck!" I mean, it is not baseball, it is friggin' football -- but the fans do not care. They still want to say something bad about the Yankees. Even in New York, The NY POST and NY DAILY NEWS has been relentlessly pounding on Boston Red Sox's antics in the last few days. The bench-clearing brawl was a front page for both tabloids over the weekend.
I am from The South. I know how Duke hated North Carolina. I know how Virginia hated Maryland. I know how the Cowboys and the Redskins viewed each other with contempt. I know how Miami hated Florida State. I know how much Virginia women's basketball team abhorred Tennessee Lady Volunteers.
I personally hated Tennessee Lady Volunteers. On a women's basketball mailing list which has roughly 3,000 subscribers that consist of fans, media folks, coaches and yes, some players. Few years ago, on that mailing list, when Tennessee was riding No. 1 in the nation and has players like Tamika Catchings, Chamique Holdsclaw and Semeka Randall running the show in Knoxville -- I was fuming. I cracked a bad joke on the mailing list that many subscribers found it to be disgusting and still hold me to that for years, even today. I said, "Anyone please blow its bus tires so that the bus will roll down off some mountain and finish some players so that we don't have to see Tennessee play again this year?"
That was tasteless of me, I know. I was young and frustrated. I learned the lesson not to utter something like that. Needless to say, the mailing list subscribers attacked me relentlessly but I was like Mordru, I thrived on that -- I am like, "Attack me more, attack me more. Make me stronger than ever!"
On another hand, Delanne is moving to Seattle. Which means one thing, I will get to visit Seattle once in a while. And that makes me a happy person.
The bastard, Lance Armstrong, won the Tour De France. That really made me so disappointed. Seeing him counting to six titles with his hands off the bike in a condescending manner made me want to throw a metal pipe into his wheel and see him flip over. Then I would die of hysterical laughter.
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I am from The South. I know how Duke hated North Carolina. I know how Virginia hated Maryland. I know how the Cowboys and the Redskins viewed each other with contempt. I know how Miami hated Florida State. I know how much Virginia women's basketball team abhorred Tennessee Lady Volunteers.
I personally hated Tennessee Lady Volunteers. On a women's basketball mailing list which has roughly 3,000 subscribers that consist of fans, media folks, coaches and yes, some players. Few years ago, on that mailing list, when Tennessee was riding No. 1 in the nation and has players like Tamika Catchings, Chamique Holdsclaw and Semeka Randall running the show in Knoxville -- I was fuming. I cracked a bad joke on the mailing list that many subscribers found it to be disgusting and still hold me to that for years, even today. I said, "Anyone please blow its bus tires so that the bus will roll down off some mountain and finish some players so that we don't have to see Tennessee play again this year?"
That was tasteless of me, I know. I was young and frustrated. I learned the lesson not to utter something like that. Needless to say, the mailing list subscribers attacked me relentlessly but I was like Mordru, I thrived on that -- I am like, "Attack me more, attack me more. Make me stronger than ever!"
On another hand, Delanne is moving to Seattle. Which means one thing, I will get to visit Seattle once in a while. And that makes me a happy person.
The bastard, Lance Armstrong, won the Tour De France. That really made me so disappointed. Seeing him counting to six titles with his hands off the bike in a condescending manner made me want to throw a metal pipe into his wheel and see him flip over. Then I would die of hysterical laughter.
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Hail To The New MDA 2004-2006
I still cannot help it. I still snicker when I see this picture of Erin Casler, the newest Miss Deaf America for 2004-2006.
For some, they might wonder why I snickered at this. It is because I personally knew Erin along with my close friends -- KB, Perlis, Web, Chanda, Erik and many more. Let's say that I, along with these friends, underwent many tribulations and triumphs with Erin as well. Let's say that we witnessed her transformation from the days we hung and partied together to the girl who now wears the tiara. Erik is going to be mad that Erin has his tiara.
Erin is no saint, no question about it. She is strong woman. When she wants it, she will get it at all costs.
So seeing her as Miss Deaf America is bit unnerving at times. Maybe it is because I am not used to the idea of seeing a friend whom I knew very well as Miss Deaf America. I do not know at this moment.
Erin Casler in the middle next to Nancy Bloch, the NAD Silver Spring's Permanent Resident Queen and this guy is Andy Lange ... let's say that I do have a naughty detail about Andy . . .
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For some, they might wonder why I snickered at this. It is because I personally knew Erin along with my close friends -- KB, Perlis, Web, Chanda, Erik and many more. Let's say that I, along with these friends, underwent many tribulations and triumphs with Erin as well. Let's say that we witnessed her transformation from the days we hung and partied together to the girl who now wears the tiara. Erik is going to be mad that Erin has his tiara.
Erin is no saint, no question about it. She is strong woman. When she wants it, she will get it at all costs.
So seeing her as Miss Deaf America is bit unnerving at times. Maybe it is because I am not used to the idea of seeing a friend whom I knew very well as Miss Deaf America. I do not know at this moment.
Erin Casler in the middle next to Nancy Bloch, the NAD Silver Spring's Permanent Resident Queen and this guy is Andy Lange ... let's say that I do have a naughty detail about Andy . . .
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Saturday, July 24, 2004
Saturday Morning
Yesterday, it rained all day long. The climate was soggy and brisky. I opened the windows to let the cold air in. Suffice to say, I was reading the book on my bed and fell asleep at 7:45 PM.
I woke up the next day at 7:15AM. Wow, I thought. I wondered whatever happened during the nighttime? To find out, I decided to watch the morning news on all channels, thank God for the remote control. With the remote control, I rule the universe.
Ahh, there is a manhole explosion in Hell's Kitchen. How appropriate.
I stumbled upon an episode of a cool show called Teen Titans. When I was a kid, my 2nd older sister (All of my sisters are older than I am, though), Lily always passed The New Teen Titans comic book to me after she is done with it. For a long time, I always enjoyed the drama of Raven and her relationship with her father, Trigon The Terrible.
It was fitting that the episode which I stumbled upon also introduced Trigon The Terrible as well. I enjoyed it very much.
My roommate has started to subscribe Netflix. And it has been arriving at a speed time and Surdus did not fix the DVD machine enough to a point where we can view a movie. Mofo, fix it or you'll never set a foot in our palace, faggot. ;-)
I hadn't gotten a chance to see many films in the last two years. And you bet I will make up for what I missed out ... !
Web is on vacation. She is currently in an area near Olympia, Washington to visit her cute brother (Trust me, her brother is hottie -- sorry, Web, has to say the truth!). If things do permit Roger, Web probably will see Roger from Vancouver and to check up on Rog's toddler. After that, she'll fly down to Las Vegas to relax a little on her own. There, Jess and Chlms shall wait for Web's arrival.
I'm bit miffed that Jonathan, Chlms' husband, won't be there because I already gave Web the instructions what to do with Jonathan.
I see that my blogsite has been viewed 6,000 times already since the first week of April. Average of 1,500 per month. Not bad. I think I like this blog. It is fun to elicit such comments from people. Of course, anonymous comments (probably from Masa or Cody) are always stupid.
Until then,
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I woke up the next day at 7:15AM. Wow, I thought. I wondered whatever happened during the nighttime? To find out, I decided to watch the morning news on all channels, thank God for the remote control. With the remote control, I rule the universe.
Ahh, there is a manhole explosion in Hell's Kitchen. How appropriate.
I stumbled upon an episode of a cool show called Teen Titans. When I was a kid, my 2nd older sister (All of my sisters are older than I am, though), Lily always passed The New Teen Titans comic book to me after she is done with it. For a long time, I always enjoyed the drama of Raven and her relationship with her father, Trigon The Terrible.
It was fitting that the episode which I stumbled upon also introduced Trigon The Terrible as well. I enjoyed it very much.
My roommate has started to subscribe Netflix. And it has been arriving at a speed time and Surdus did not fix the DVD machine enough to a point where we can view a movie. Mofo, fix it or you'll never set a foot in our palace, faggot. ;-)
I hadn't gotten a chance to see many films in the last two years. And you bet I will make up for what I missed out ... !
Web is on vacation. She is currently in an area near Olympia, Washington to visit her cute brother (Trust me, her brother is hottie -- sorry, Web, has to say the truth!). If things do permit Roger, Web probably will see Roger from Vancouver and to check up on Rog's toddler. After that, she'll fly down to Las Vegas to relax a little on her own. There, Jess and Chlms shall wait for Web's arrival.
I'm bit miffed that Jonathan, Chlms' husband, won't be there because I already gave Web the instructions what to do with Jonathan.
I see that my blogsite has been viewed 6,000 times already since the first week of April. Average of 1,500 per month. Not bad. I think I like this blog. It is fun to elicit such comments from people. Of course, anonymous comments (probably from Masa or Cody) are always stupid.
Until then,
R-
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