Jake Temby has been dead for a year. Time really flew, does it?
Last weekend gave me the time to reflect and think about Jake's death and his ramifications. You know, since his death, I despised Lance Armstrong because he survived Testicular Cancer. He kept on saying that he was "lucky" to survive the ordeal and is a living testament to millions. Fuck him. He had the money to do what is needed to beat the cancer. Jake was simply a college student who owed a lot of money to certain people. He never had a shot, really.
So here it is -- FUCK YOU, LANCE ARMSTRONG.
Of course, I have to add something about that $1.99 slut, the infamous "Lair" Bitch -- Brooke Budzinski. She was the one who really messed everything up. That $1.99 slut was the one who get her clitoris massaged by Jake. she went as far as to prevent me from attending my good friend's funeral and memorial service. That was despicable. To top it all, she took his ashes and dumped it in a polluted and overused continent and came back home then in less than a month, she found a brand-new boyfriend. But again, the Euro devalued the US dollar, so she is not $1.99 slut. She is now $1.29 slut. Soon, it's much cheaper to use her than to buy a McDonalds' Hamburger.
Before you ask me about "Lair" -- to make it short, I was approached by an asian male in a gay bar who asked me about Brett, that $1.29 slut's brother. He told me that he loves Brett and misses him and wants me to pass a message to him. I told him that I never see Brett but I always see his sister. Mark, my friend, snickered.
The next day at lunch in cafeteria, I told her in front of everyone else about it. She stood up and said, "NO, MY BROTHER IS NOT FAG! MY BROTHER IS NOT FAG, YOU LAIR LAIR LAIR!"
i said, "Whoa, take it easy .. I'm not saying that your brother is gay, I'm just telling you to tell him that an Asian guy came to me at a gay bar asking me about him and wants to get in touch with him and that he misses him very much." It was such a melodramatic. That $1.29 slut was so dramatic that she kept on saying, "LAIR LAIR LAIR!"
I said, "Look, if you must call me something, call me a liar, not lair. Lair means a place to stay. Liar means a person who lies." So the legend was born. She is now known as the "Lair Bitch", and the newest one, "$1.29 slut."
You know, Jake once told me that he loves her boobs and that he knew she is dumb as a doorknob. Of course, her brain is slushy in her boobs.
Pitiful.
My cheers to Jake, I hope Rico did not cum or piss on his ashes somewhere in Europe.
R-
Monday, February 02, 2004
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
Interlude 3
The digging continues as he beat and crawled throughout the tunnel, heading upwards -- his anger building up -- soon to be free, to exact the vengeance ...
Interlude 3 ends
Yesterday, after work, I walked through the Tompkins Square Park -- I was in daze and something strucked me. I looked around the park -- I realized that I was in the center of the park -- as trillions of snowflakes falling around us. I tossed my bag down on snow-covered ground. I reached out to the sky with open hands. I felt like a god who did this magnificent work.
Was that great?
About snow, I already endured several snowstorms when I am in NYC -- one thing I hated about NYC related to the snow is its slush right AFTER the snowstorms. At the corner of every street, you have to be careful, wary and cautious! What the ground looks like wet, but it is probably 3 inches deep of dirty watery slush where you can plunge your whole shoe down completely. Absolutely AWFUL feeling. Happened to me ONCE but not again.
One thing I disliked the most about East Village is ... lots of yellow spots and frozen turds on the snow. by sidewalk. Such a hideous greeting, really. Want me to send the frozen turds to Beth? Or better yet, Chlms?
R-
The digging continues as he beat and crawled throughout the tunnel, heading upwards -- his anger building up -- soon to be free, to exact the vengeance ...
Interlude 3 ends
Yesterday, after work, I walked through the Tompkins Square Park -- I was in daze and something strucked me. I looked around the park -- I realized that I was in the center of the park -- as trillions of snowflakes falling around us. I tossed my bag down on snow-covered ground. I reached out to the sky with open hands. I felt like a god who did this magnificent work.
Was that great?
About snow, I already endured several snowstorms when I am in NYC -- one thing I hated about NYC related to the snow is its slush right AFTER the snowstorms. At the corner of every street, you have to be careful, wary and cautious! What the ground looks like wet, but it is probably 3 inches deep of dirty watery slush where you can plunge your whole shoe down completely. Absolutely AWFUL feeling. Happened to me ONCE but not again.
One thing I disliked the most about East Village is ... lots of yellow spots and frozen turds on the snow. by sidewalk. Such a hideous greeting, really. Want me to send the frozen turds to Beth? Or better yet, Chlms?
R-
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
Interlude 2
Bondage. He lies on the ground, his teeth grinding loudly. He breathed with labor. Obviously in pains. You could see the chains dislodging out of the wall, finally laid on the ground. The naked man with brown hair, with angry and burning eyes moving slowly -- he pushed himself to stand a little. He then labored to free himself of the chains that were on his wrists for some millenia. When he did, he slowly turned to look at the soft brown dirt on the wall, he then digged the dirt out, fighting his way out of his bondage.
End Interlude 2
Guess what? Last Saturday night, I was at Excelsior Bar. I was tired, bored and in daze for some reasons. These bitter cold in New York does that to me at times. Then one Korean American who was sitting directly from me and he stared at me. Then he walked over to my counter. He wrote a note:
You are a Sage. A wise man with an ancient mind. That or the Prophet.
I snickered and said, "More likely the Pariah," -- I went on to explain that each time I visited a city, someone famous dropped dead. Princess Diana, John Denver, John F. Kennedy Jr and Gianni Versace comes to my mind. He shook his head and said, "No, not the Pariah. The Sage. A person who knows too much." I nodded and said, "Sometimes I hate to be right because it often comes out that I'm right." He nodded. He told me that he is an author.
He wrote a book called "Edinburgh", his name is Alexander Chee>. Check it out. I thought it was very interesting experience for me to meet a stranger like that.
Only in New York, my dear, only in NEW YORK!!!
R-
Bondage. He lies on the ground, his teeth grinding loudly. He breathed with labor. Obviously in pains. You could see the chains dislodging out of the wall, finally laid on the ground. The naked man with brown hair, with angry and burning eyes moving slowly -- he pushed himself to stand a little. He then labored to free himself of the chains that were on his wrists for some millenia. When he did, he slowly turned to look at the soft brown dirt on the wall, he then digged the dirt out, fighting his way out of his bondage.
End Interlude 2
Guess what? Last Saturday night, I was at Excelsior Bar. I was tired, bored and in daze for some reasons. These bitter cold in New York does that to me at times. Then one Korean American who was sitting directly from me and he stared at me. Then he walked over to my counter. He wrote a note:
You are a Sage. A wise man with an ancient mind. That or the Prophet.
I snickered and said, "More likely the Pariah," -- I went on to explain that each time I visited a city, someone famous dropped dead. Princess Diana, John Denver, John F. Kennedy Jr and Gianni Versace comes to my mind. He shook his head and said, "No, not the Pariah. The Sage. A person who knows too much." I nodded and said, "Sometimes I hate to be right because it often comes out that I'm right." He nodded. He told me that he is an author.
He wrote a book called "Edinburgh", his name is Alexander Chee>. Check it out. I thought it was very interesting experience for me to meet a stranger like that.
Only in New York, my dear, only in NEW YORK!!!
R-
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Interlude Part 1
Somewhere far beneath inside the Mother Earth lies a naked body ... a male body, that is. His eye are closed, obviously out of pain, trying to block the pain that is inflicting upon his mind, body and soul. Ahh. His arms were chained against the wall. His arms were handcuffed so tight that he can feel the pain -- so painful that he has to block his thoughts out to lesser the pains. One can see that he has a nice body and face, despite his pains. But one also can see that he is not a young adult.
For the first time in some million years, his chains were loosened a little. Thus the pains were reduced slowly. For the first time in some million years, he could think a little. He opened his eyes for the first time in ... who cares? But he is not happy, but he shall figure out a way to get out of his bondage.
Interlude Part 1 Ends
Happy New Years! My visit to The Hole for its Triple XXX event was magnificent! It is impossible to explain how things happened.
Suffice to say, I made out with an actor who appeared on CSI as a recurring role. LOL. I finally left the party at 10:30 AM in the morning! It was horrible -- I mean, the sun blaring on your face as if you were a vampire...
Some weird things do happen over the time ... such as a guy recently on E train, he woke up to see a steak knife in his chest. He survived. God -- can you imagine sleeping on the subway train and going home ... then you woke up to see a knife in your chest? That would suck big-time. But it made me chuckle.
Beth, Beth ... dont buy too many books. Or you, Rayni. Or you, Aaron! Know why? One guy in Harlem was buried alive by hiw own books for two days until someone rescued him. How? He had too many books stacked everywhere in his apartment and somehow, it collapsed and buried him alive. He's OK but he reportedly said that he'll sell some books from now on.
Few days ago, I slept with ... a semi-orthodox jewish guy from Jerusalem, Israel -- my another first. I must admit that the experience with him was pretty special. Even Mikey Murvin came in my room and is the VEE at me and this guy in bed together. I is the VEE at Mikey VEEing at us both! That guy has intense eyes with purified soul, God willing.
Among the last notes he left for me before he vanishes into the thin air: "I would suggest you not to wear boxerbriefs because it keeps your scrotum tight, it is extremely important to detach your balls few inches away from your body because your body heat can impair the production of your glorious sperm."
Oh, god. How sweet is he?
But now, I'd like to have a dinner with James this weekend. Speaking of dinner today, I gotta go to Panna Restaurant with Web to celebrate Sarah Pack's last day at her job...
Cheers,
R-
Somewhere far beneath inside the Mother Earth lies a naked body ... a male body, that is. His eye are closed, obviously out of pain, trying to block the pain that is inflicting upon his mind, body and soul. Ahh. His arms were chained against the wall. His arms were handcuffed so tight that he can feel the pain -- so painful that he has to block his thoughts out to lesser the pains. One can see that he has a nice body and face, despite his pains. But one also can see that he is not a young adult.
For the first time in some million years, his chains were loosened a little. Thus the pains were reduced slowly. For the first time in some million years, he could think a little. He opened his eyes for the first time in ... who cares? But he is not happy, but he shall figure out a way to get out of his bondage.
Interlude Part 1 Ends
Happy New Years! My visit to The Hole for its Triple XXX event was magnificent! It is impossible to explain how things happened.
Suffice to say, I made out with an actor who appeared on CSI as a recurring role. LOL. I finally left the party at 10:30 AM in the morning! It was horrible -- I mean, the sun blaring on your face as if you were a vampire...
Some weird things do happen over the time ... such as a guy recently on E train, he woke up to see a steak knife in his chest. He survived. God -- can you imagine sleeping on the subway train and going home ... then you woke up to see a knife in your chest? That would suck big-time. But it made me chuckle.
Beth, Beth ... dont buy too many books. Or you, Rayni. Or you, Aaron! Know why? One guy in Harlem was buried alive by hiw own books for two days until someone rescued him. How? He had too many books stacked everywhere in his apartment and somehow, it collapsed and buried him alive. He's OK but he reportedly said that he'll sell some books from now on.
Few days ago, I slept with ... a semi-orthodox jewish guy from Jerusalem, Israel -- my another first. I must admit that the experience with him was pretty special. Even Mikey Murvin came in my room and is the VEE at me and this guy in bed together. I is the VEE at Mikey VEEing at us both! That guy has intense eyes with purified soul, God willing.
Among the last notes he left for me before he vanishes into the thin air: "I would suggest you not to wear boxerbriefs because it keeps your scrotum tight, it is extremely important to detach your balls few inches away from your body because your body heat can impair the production of your glorious sperm."
Oh, god. How sweet is he?
But now, I'd like to have a dinner with James this weekend. Speaking of dinner today, I gotta go to Panna Restaurant with Web to celebrate Sarah Pack's last day at her job...
Cheers,
R-
Saturday, December 27, 2003
Umm. Few months ago, someone told me Dr. Jean Grey died in X2 film. I was bit surprised -- then one explained that she sacrificed her life to save X-Men before drowning. This was too familiar. If you read the DARK PHOENIX SAGA in The Uncanny X-Men's Graphic Novel, you'll know that Jean Grey emerged out of the waters as ... DARK PHOENIX. So I finally got to watch X2 last Wednesday night. Just right before the waters consumed her, you could see the glow out of her eyes and body -- so expect her to come back with a triumphant return in X3 -- as Dark Phoenix. No, she is not good fella. She is going to be a villain. Love a woman who is like that. ;-)
Pyro in X2 who was a student of Charles Xavier ended up joining Magneto and Mystique -- in the comic books, Pyro is gay. I like him. One time, one woman tried to ambush him but was injured. Then Pyro stood above her and said, "Suck this!" He released a fire onto her face, killing her. Oooh. Who would have done such a thing? ;-)
I love Iceman's parents' cat. It licked Wolverine's claws. When Iceman showed his parents how his powers worked by freezing Mom's coffee -- the cat quickly got on the table and licked the frozen coffee. So cute.
It amused me when Mystique and Nightcrawler stood next to each other as if both do not recognize each other. And Nightcrawler (when I was a kid, I always call him "BAMF!") asked her if she can morph into anyone else she wished to be, why dont she stick to that permanently? Mystique snapped, "You should not have to do that at all." I was amused. Know why? In the comic books, Mystique is Nightcrawler's mother.
But in the film, they are not. Bryan Singer is clever lad.
Enough about comics and a film ... I did not go home for X-Mas. My parents ruined it all. What else is new? I am sick of that.
My sister, Hedy, who is now living in Dallas. She told me that she was asked to coach a boys basketball team grade 3 to 5 at Jean Massieu School in Dallas. I used to coach middle school girls basketball team in Kendall few years ago. Gave her tips. I hope she does well. :-)
New Year's Eve is looming closer -- scary. Parties are going wild around the city, I'm sure. I am sure I will go to The Hole for that infamous Triple XXX Event. How can I miss it?
Oh, Mad Cow disease is here in the United States. Ahh. Maybe President Bush will do the preemptive strike on Canada because it is a threat for us?
Later,
R-
Pyro in X2 who was a student of Charles Xavier ended up joining Magneto and Mystique -- in the comic books, Pyro is gay. I like him. One time, one woman tried to ambush him but was injured. Then Pyro stood above her and said, "Suck this!" He released a fire onto her face, killing her. Oooh. Who would have done such a thing? ;-)
I love Iceman's parents' cat. It licked Wolverine's claws. When Iceman showed his parents how his powers worked by freezing Mom's coffee -- the cat quickly got on the table and licked the frozen coffee. So cute.
It amused me when Mystique and Nightcrawler stood next to each other as if both do not recognize each other. And Nightcrawler (when I was a kid, I always call him "BAMF!") asked her if she can morph into anyone else she wished to be, why dont she stick to that permanently? Mystique snapped, "You should not have to do that at all." I was amused. Know why? In the comic books, Mystique is Nightcrawler's mother.
But in the film, they are not. Bryan Singer is clever lad.
Enough about comics and a film ... I did not go home for X-Mas. My parents ruined it all. What else is new? I am sick of that.
My sister, Hedy, who is now living in Dallas. She told me that she was asked to coach a boys basketball team grade 3 to 5 at Jean Massieu School in Dallas. I used to coach middle school girls basketball team in Kendall few years ago. Gave her tips. I hope she does well. :-)
New Year's Eve is looming closer -- scary. Parties are going wild around the city, I'm sure. I am sure I will go to The Hole for that infamous Triple XXX Event. How can I miss it?
Oh, Mad Cow disease is here in the United States. Ahh. Maybe President Bush will do the preemptive strike on Canada because it is a threat for us?
Later,
R-
Monday, December 22, 2003
Emergency!!! I just learned that there will be another Triple X event at The Hole on New Years Eve -- the same party whom I told about me blowing a stripper on the bar counter and someone sucking me off ... I got the advertisements. If you want to see what it looks like, email me at Ridor@hotmail.com with your address. I'll send it to you. You'll be amazed at the contents of that shit!
R-
R-
Some interesting tidbits that happened since last Monday. The night I went to The Cock Bar to prowl. The Cock Bar was *packed*. There were two registered fights (registered? LOL!). What I meant by "registered" is that a fight required a fist-fight, not catfight, in a gay bar. It was so dramatic. But it was so crowded. Yes, I got drunk. I vaguely made out with a good looking guy but I have no idea who he is.
You hear this first from me -- I will *not* be surprised that President Bush will announce the capture of Osama bin Laden during the election year. That would devastate Howard Dean's chances to dethrone this filthy fool out of White House. The Republicans are capable of doing this -- check this with Ronald Reagan who did it with the Iran hostages and millions of dollars.
Speaking of that stupid prick in White House, he said that Saddam Hussein should be exterminated. I disagreed. We could not catch Adolf Hitler and Josepf Stalin and understand how they could order the millions to their deaths without any remorse. Saddam Hussein is our first-time ever to catch a leader who ordered the killings. It is our chance to study him and understand why there are people like that. I have a solution -- there is The National Zoo in DC, it is seriously underfunded by the government. Set up a glass-encased cage for Saddam Hussein. Charge each person $5 for an admission. I guaranteed you that there will be several miles of long line to see Saddam. Saddam is better off alive FOR US, than DEAD.
My eldest brother, Billy Jr, who is CODA, can be so stupid -- one proof? He is a Republican. He thinks President Bush is a god's gift to the American society. He refused to visit or let his kids visit me in New York. That says a lot. Such a stupid prick.
Speaking of stupidity, I saw Sabrina Lankenau on ringo.com and it is interesting to note that long time ago, we were pretty good friends. Until she figured that the main reason why she could not get in Phi Kappa Zeta was because of me. To her, I was "bad news". So she just cuts me off. It is ridiculous. She thinks she's better than many. When she claimed that she died for three minutes, I snickered. She got mad. When my friend called her mother a golddigger, I snickered. she got furious. Fuck her. She is at Gallaudet for a decade and counting more. The more she stays at Gallaudet, the more stupid she becomes. What a stupid, stinky chopped liver!
The first Christmas card I received this year goes to ... Larry Gray and Kevin Taylor. Thank you so much! MWAH!!
Last Wednesday night, I went to Nowhere Bar because it has 2-hours of free drinks to celebrate the Holidays. I saw a guy who looks like Ben Vess. I stared at him ... then ignored him when ... whatever. I also saw a guy who looks like Rob at The Cock last Saturday night.
Was reading Beth's blogs. So funny and I agreed about one guy who said that many people are not taking our language seriously. "They" only wanted to learn our language because it is "fun", or "cute". I hate these mentality -- I want to rip them apart. Sometimes when one says that to my face, I stare at them with utter disgust.
This reminds me of Mordru. Many people do not understand why I love Mordru. He is just a comic book character. I know, I understand what you meant. It is because Mordru tends to attack, kill and destroy things and let the world deal with the ramifications afterwards. If he was going to lose the battles, he will take something away from us. For instance, in one book, Mordru refused to be buried alive as one team attacked and struggled to bury him. The explosions were all around the team and shortly after, the members of one group stood around, they tried to console each other and make sure that everyone else is OK. Mon-El was looking for his fiancee who was using her powers to push Mordru into the ground. Mon-El found her lying on the ground, burnt to death. With her death, Mon-El's future is shattered. I love Mordru. *maniacal laughter*
Know what? I moved to NYC last June 2nd. And I already got myself in a popular magazine in New York! The magazine, Time Out New York, page 167 -- it has a picture of me in the center and few comments about what I think of NYC related to deaf gay community. It's nice. No big deal.
At my work's Holiday party, I won "Guess how much it is" bag filled with money. I guessed $67. It was $68. Nice. We had an exchange gift with each other, it was agreed that no Christmas theme be part of the gift -- I absolutely hate to get a gift that I cannot use in July.
My boss, Big Joe, got me a stupid Santa Claus jar. Some people ...
Later,
R-
You hear this first from me -- I will *not* be surprised that President Bush will announce the capture of Osama bin Laden during the election year. That would devastate Howard Dean's chances to dethrone this filthy fool out of White House. The Republicans are capable of doing this -- check this with Ronald Reagan who did it with the Iran hostages and millions of dollars.
Speaking of that stupid prick in White House, he said that Saddam Hussein should be exterminated. I disagreed. We could not catch Adolf Hitler and Josepf Stalin and understand how they could order the millions to their deaths without any remorse. Saddam Hussein is our first-time ever to catch a leader who ordered the killings. It is our chance to study him and understand why there are people like that. I have a solution -- there is The National Zoo in DC, it is seriously underfunded by the government. Set up a glass-encased cage for Saddam Hussein. Charge each person $5 for an admission. I guaranteed you that there will be several miles of long line to see Saddam. Saddam is better off alive FOR US, than DEAD.
My eldest brother, Billy Jr, who is CODA, can be so stupid -- one proof? He is a Republican. He thinks President Bush is a god's gift to the American society. He refused to visit or let his kids visit me in New York. That says a lot. Such a stupid prick.
Speaking of stupidity, I saw Sabrina Lankenau on ringo.com and it is interesting to note that long time ago, we were pretty good friends. Until she figured that the main reason why she could not get in Phi Kappa Zeta was because of me. To her, I was "bad news". So she just cuts me off. It is ridiculous. She thinks she's better than many. When she claimed that she died for three minutes, I snickered. She got mad. When my friend called her mother a golddigger, I snickered. she got furious. Fuck her. She is at Gallaudet for a decade and counting more. The more she stays at Gallaudet, the more stupid she becomes. What a stupid, stinky chopped liver!
The first Christmas card I received this year goes to ... Larry Gray and Kevin Taylor. Thank you so much! MWAH!!
Last Wednesday night, I went to Nowhere Bar because it has 2-hours of free drinks to celebrate the Holidays. I saw a guy who looks like Ben Vess. I stared at him ... then ignored him when ... whatever. I also saw a guy who looks like Rob at The Cock last Saturday night.
Was reading Beth's blogs. So funny and I agreed about one guy who said that many people are not taking our language seriously. "They" only wanted to learn our language because it is "fun", or "cute". I hate these mentality -- I want to rip them apart. Sometimes when one says that to my face, I stare at them with utter disgust.
This reminds me of Mordru. Many people do not understand why I love Mordru. He is just a comic book character. I know, I understand what you meant. It is because Mordru tends to attack, kill and destroy things and let the world deal with the ramifications afterwards. If he was going to lose the battles, he will take something away from us. For instance, in one book, Mordru refused to be buried alive as one team attacked and struggled to bury him. The explosions were all around the team and shortly after, the members of one group stood around, they tried to console each other and make sure that everyone else is OK. Mon-El was looking for his fiancee who was using her powers to push Mordru into the ground. Mon-El found her lying on the ground, burnt to death. With her death, Mon-El's future is shattered. I love Mordru. *maniacal laughter*
Know what? I moved to NYC last June 2nd. And I already got myself in a popular magazine in New York! The magazine, Time Out New York, page 167 -- it has a picture of me in the center and few comments about what I think of NYC related to deaf gay community. It's nice. No big deal.
At my work's Holiday party, I won "Guess how much it is" bag filled with money. I guessed $67. It was $68. Nice. We had an exchange gift with each other, it was agreed that no Christmas theme be part of the gift -- I absolutely hate to get a gift that I cannot use in July.
My boss, Big Joe, got me a stupid Santa Claus jar. Some people ...
Later,
R-
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