The Price of Fame

The reports out of the District continues to make me smile. I guess, the years of experiencing petty things has accumulated to a point where you became too wise for these craps.

Apparently, someone broke in a fraternity's chapter room at Gallaudet and vandalized the chapter room. Kappa Gamma is pretty much popular at Gallaudet despite the fact that it is not Deaf fraternity, which is odd, to say the least.

Yes, it is true that many of these gentlemen are nice but wields such ego that one has to deflate from day to day.

It did not surprise me at all that someone would ransack their chapter room just to demoralize their pride. I personally do not approve of the vandalism, but I also acknowledge that in order to be on the top and all that, one has to pay the price eventually.

I find it interesting that it was our fraternity who reported the vandalism to the authorities immediately after they saw the damages. Our fraternity is not high on anyone's list, obviously, but we are pretty much dignified people with weird backgrounds.

You know, Lil Joe mentioned that Manhattan would love to have Beth here. Because the city loves people who are very proud of their breasts. Beth already named her breasts. Pride and Joy.

How can you NOT smile at that?

I met a cute guy two nights ago -- actually two of them -- one is from Dublin, Ireland. One is from Toronto, Ontario. Brian is Irish, Paul is Canadian. Brian is cute but just visiting. So screw him. ;-)

As for Paul, he has the looks that I could die for. Very hard to describe but so easy to VEE at him. So easy to make me smile and say, "he's mine, no one can have him." We started to chat right after he saw my blackberry pager, I was reading Sarah's message at that time. He came over and said you got it? So do I.

He got in law school at NYU and is here in town to look for a place to live -- is he using me as an avenue? So far, he didn't talk about the apartments or even shacking. Last night, he paged me and said, "I already learned 5 languages, so learning one more language will not hurt." I shot back, "Only if your brain is big enough to learn one more." He said, "Oh, I'm sure it is like Spanish, right?"

That is so cute, so cute enough to make me roll my eyes. Ahh, men are difficult to understand and hearing men are the worst. Oh, yeah, two nights ago, Paul asked me if I could give him my email address. I declined and said why? He said, "So I can get in touch with you for ... maybe a dinner?" I teased back, "Why? Did you know that I eat hearing men for dessert?" He was bit surprised about it. And asked, "Do you hate hearing men?" I said no, I view them as a group that I cannot live with or without -- no hatred, just leery but in a humorous way. He grinned and got my email address anyway.

Men.

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My Darkest Fear ...

Last week on Monday or Tuesday, the NY POST or NY DAILY NEWS reported that the cops found two dead bodies in Harlem bathroom after the neighbors became concerned when they saw the mails piling up on the apartment door.

Among the dead bodies are nearly 350-lb mother and a 3-year old boy. The cops said that the mother died of massive heart attack trying to give him a bath and fell on 3-year old boy, either drowned or suffocated him in the process. They were found few days later. Not only that, they had a 25-year old daughter sitting in the living room the whole time because she is autistic.

Honestly, do you think you'd find this in Cincinnati or Little Rock? Only in New York, my dear, only in New York!!

I was correct about the Internet relay service -- I was paged by a couple of friends in DC that the FBI agents are swarming at Gallaudet campus for its bomb threats.

Last Saturday night at XL, I noticed that lots of twinks, 40s-years-old guys who acted like 18 years old, muscular guys, hairy but "shaved and say that they re smooth, really!" guys were wearing black shirts. It turns out to be Black Party -- another circuit party in this town.

I hate Circuit Parties -- they were designed to allow HIV to travel much faster and quicker. Well, these guys probably deserved it, anyway.

I'm out for the day.

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Tammy Faye Messner

I forgot to mention about her. I just learned that she has an inoperable lung cancer. That really sucks. Mark, Mitch and I met her once before at DC's Gay Pride Festival. We were stucked outside of a fence while she was inside, talking to someone else. Mitch flashed her a ILY sign (whoopee!!!), she stopped talking to that dude and came over to us. I was the VEE as she tried to stick her hands through the fence. What made me VEE more is that Mitch did not reach out to her hand for few seconds, he just stared at her, perhaps did not expect her to come over. I told him to reach out to her. He snapped back to reality and reached out -- Mark was more than happy to touch her hands because he got a chance to rub on Tammy Faye's wedding ring. He probably overdid it as she started to realize that he was rubbing on her ring and she pulled off and said, "I love you guys!".

I snickered and VEE at the whole charade.

I also enjoyed seeing her on tube with the porn star Ron Jeremy and former rapper Vanilla Ice. Very modest but yet so funny.

Just for a kick, check this link. It made you smile and say, "Oh, please!"

Until then,

R-

Few Tidbits

Read this:

Washington, DC Schools Receive Internet Bomb Threat

WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Police searched all schools in Washington, D.C., on Friday after receiving a threat via the Internet that bombs had been placed in five schools.

"There was a general call that five schools have explosive devices in them," police spokesman Officer Quentin Peterson said by telephone. "The threat was received through an Internet relay service."

He said police were searching all schools in the U.S. capital, including private schools, because it was unclear which schools had been targeted.

An FBI (news - web sites) spokeswoman said there had been an Internet threat that bombs would go off at five schools at noon on Friday, but the schools and the area were not specified. She said the FBI was on standby and would assist if needed.

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Read the second paragraph carefully. Yes, it has to be a deaf person. It has to be.

Litch, I knew nobody would come up this week. It seems to me that everyone down there loves to *talk* about going but never get around to do it. Again, it took me two years to plot the return to Manhattan.

The melodrama by Witch can be ... so disturbing, considering the fact that the next article, he seems to be sane. Which is just a form of insanity by itself. ;-)

My mother can be so inane at times. She paged me and asked me if it's snowing here in Manhattan. I looked outside, it's just snowing lightly but no accumulation on the ground. My mother responded, "WEATHERMAN IS LIAR!! HE MUST BE SHOT OR FIRED!!" Whoopee!

About "The Passion of Christ", it is ridiculous to a point where I do not give a fuck about it except not to see it. Some people debated that the film is anti-semitic which I think it is. Why? They indirectly filmed on how barbaric Jews are. They panned the showings on some Jews' noses, coins et al. Did you know that in the past, many Jews are terrified of 'Good Friday' in April because of pogroms associated to that date? My hunch is that some Jews will be attacked by X-ians on that particular day.

Now Mel Gibson is talking about producing a movie called "Channukah" -- perhaps, to atone his sins for being anti-semitic. But again, he is stupid prick. He even commented that even he loves his wife, his wife is still going to Hell because she is a Protestant. Stuff like this made me roll my eyes and grimace to the blue sky above us. Only if the Age of Ridorism is here ...

Where the heck is Merritt?! I had not heard from him in ages. He normally left the snide remarks on my AIM when I dozed off. But these days, I do *not* see him leaving messages at all. How tragic.

Am pondering whether if I should go to Rock Festival in DC? The last time, I was pretty much fucked up but I also noticed the gap between me and the youngsters. So this time, it'd only wide the gap, though. Not a pleasant sight to behold, though.

St. Patrick's Day is big thing in New York City -- lots of Irish pride among the peers ... I think there is not a place in the world that consumed so much alcohol on a day like New York on 17th of March. Except Boston or Dublin, maybe.

Thank God it's Friday ... which means ... *evil grin*.

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Rejoice!!

A coordinated system of many holograms appeard all over the world as it showed a beautiful woman smiling with a chic, but conservative dress. People all over the world were startled by the sudden presence of a hologram. The hologram woman began to speak:

"Rejoice! Children of the Universe, rejoice!! For the Age of Ridorism is upon us! Your magnificent, beneficial and supreme Emperor has vanquished all countries over the world in order to unify for one goal: Globalization in the name of Ridorism.

From now on, the laws that were made in different places are invalid, therefore abolished by your magnificent supreme Emperor. These terrorists who posed a challenge to the supremacy of Ridorism and lost, shall lose their lives at public executions at a later date, decreed by the Supreme Emperor.

The new laws and decisions shall be made by your Emperor at all times. Your arguments, opinions and beliefs are all invalid. After all, it is not democracy any longer, it is the Age of Ridorism.

To balance the economy and consolidation all countries into one massive country, your Emperor decreed that there shall be one ruling class on this planet. The ruling class is reserved none other than people who are not hearies, chosen by your magnificent Emperor.

For these who are capable of hearing sounds are useful in many areas, so your Emperor also decreed that they are to be enslaved therefore owned by Him and his ruling class. It is also decreed that no hearie has the rights as your magnificent Emperor abolished these backward laws. Anyone who objects or resists the concept of a modern system shall be met with dealt in a swift and painless death.

To compensate for enslavement, each person shall be well-fed, housed and clothed as provided by the ruling class of this planet.

Remember, in this Age of Ridorism, this is the beginning of a new system -- a system where there is no such thing as an individual. Each of you are Ridorian by birth. Any religion is a thing of the past, therefore to practice these ancient beliefs go in the past as well. There shall be no observation of any special dates except for one day. That particular day which is known as the Birth of Ridorism, it shall be the world holiday where every labor of any levels shall be observe with respect by taking a half-day off from working.

Rejoice! Children of the universe, rej -- "

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Well, I woke up from a nap. Oh, god, I wish it'd be like that. *sigh*

Cheers,

R-

"GOOD NEWS, CITIZENS OF OZ!! WICKED IS DEAD!"

Last night, it snowed heavily in the region, created a lot of wet, slushy shit around the city. But did it stop me from going to see the Broadway play called "Wicked"? No.

The musical play, "Wicked" is based on the novel by Gregory Maguire. The play is directed by Joe Mantello.

When I entered the Gershwin Theatre, I was impressed with the build-up approach to the theatre, everywhere I see is green. Lights, walls -- you can feel the hype about Green. The novel talked about the most misunderstood character of all, the Wicked Witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz. It is certainly good place to VEE VEE and VEE.

Before the play started, Joe Santini and I went to the bar to get a cup of wine to pep ourselves up for the play. When we entered the theatre, I is the VEE at the stage -- it must cost nearly a million dollar to do the works.

As you know, I am dramatic person when I want (or have to). I will cause a scene if things do not look good. They provide interpreters in front of the stage, but I sit at J25, that is pretty far away from the interpreter's position. And what's even worse was that the first 3 or 4 rows was reserved for hearing ASL students, then 4th or 5th row to 15th row are for Deaf people!

My group was pissed off about this seating arrangement. My friend, Kate objected. Then the lady came over with an interpreter, Christina Turnzo-Mosleh. I told the lady in charge that it is not right that deaf people sits behind hearing people and having a difficult time seeing the interpreter (I used the term, "STRAIN OUR EYES FAR DOWN THERE!"). The lady said, "I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do at this time."

Her fatal mistake, my dear friends. As many of my close friends already knew the Truth, that line sets me off. I chortled, "That line is so insensitive." I stared at the interpreter, she stared at me whether if she should say that, I told her, "Say it to her, do it." She interpreted. She stared at me with a gasp.

Then I cracked a line, "I guess if I have a hard time seeing the interpreter from here, I will make sure that I stand up during the performance for a better view, regardless if there are people behind me who feels I was blocking their view because I paid the ticket to see and understand the play."

Christina Trunzo-Mosleh stared at me then interpreted. Joe could not believe what I said. I was tough, wicked bitch. I stared at the lady. The lady could not believe that I made such a threat, "No, no, come with me." She scrambled to transfer me and Joe down to third row and we had a great view of interpreters and the close-up of the stage.

So ... it works, my children. With a direct threat, people caved in. However, you know that I'm picky with plays. The opening minutes must, in my view, win the audience or it flops, case closed. Just an A or F, no betweens.

"Wicked" is termed as the "Best Musical of the Year" by many local papers in New York -- sure enough, the opening minutes of the play were absolutely stunning and explosive as the citizens of Oz ran around and sung, "GOOD NEWS! WICKED IS DEAD! WICKED IS LIAR! THE UGLY WITCH IS DEAD! NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!"

I was the VEE, VEE and VEE!!! I was sitting three rows away from three interpreters -- one cute guy named Alan Champion, he signed the song with a passion and inadvertently pointed at me as the wicked when he said, "THERE WICKED IS DEAD, THERE WICKED LIAR, THERE WICKED IS UGLY GREEN!" -- I turned to Joe and said, "Yeah, I am Wicked."

Idina Menzel performed as Elphaba, or the WICKED. She was absolutely GREAT. So did Laura Bell Bundy as Galinda or later known as Glinda. I need to molest Norbert Leo Butz. He is so hot.

I was mesmerized with the play. The conclusion of the play also ended with a bang. Overall, Wicked is exhilarating, feel-good and cool. It guarantees to make you smile when you emerged from the theatre.

In fact, I told Alan Champion that I was wounded that he called me the Wicked. He said he noticed later in the play that he kept on pointing at me and realized it. And grinned, profusely apologizing. Told him that I like being called that, though. I can relate to Elphaba! As Web later said, "Why must he apologize? You are wicked!"

When we came out of the theatre, we saw an amusing billboard right before exiting the building, it reads: "You Are Now Leaving Oz. Here You Enter Reality. Please Drive (Or Fly!) Carefully."

What can you do but to smile?

Let's be wicked today! After all, she is green and today is St. Patrick's Day! Let's be WICKED!

GOOD NEWS, CITIZENS OF OZ! THE WICKED IS DEAD! HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

*chuckling*

R-

911 Days

You probably heard about the commuter train explosions yesterday in Madrid, Spain. Many people were alarmed that it happened *exactly* 2 1/2 years after the 9/11 Horrors. Not only that, it also occured on 3/11. Not only that, between these dates (9/11/01 and 3/11/04), it rings up 911 days.

Oh, lord. In 300 years, someone would say that it's prophetic.

You know, after reading Larry Gonick's books, one thing that hasn't changed since the beginning of everything ... violence. And maybe prostitution. But actually, the world is always based on conquest after conquest after conquest after conquest ...

Back then, we were able to fight face-to-face with some interesting innovations that shock the people from time to time. Today, like Web said, the violence itself became impersonal. We just can fire a rocket for miles and kill 300 people. We can just toss a grenade and blow the city bus. We can just make bombs and leave it in bags or suitcases and let it explode and kill some in the process.

Come to think of this, we are going through a phase of impersonality. We do not know real enemy until it explodes in our faces. Back then, we could chase Genghis Khan or Hitler down to its core. But with Osama bin Laden, everything becomes murky and difficult to do so.

You see, I use the transit system in New York. One of the world's biggest transit system. It will *not* surprise me that a disaster like Madrid could happen here anyday. In fact, I expect it. If it does happen, shit happens. It's OK with me. I'll just die or maim somehow then move on.

To make you smile for what is worth about the history of violence, I just learned something interesting. In Constantinople before the Turks overwhelmed and changed it to Istanbul during the Dark Ages (the period where the Bubonic Plague decimated 3/4 of Europeans), the Mongols struggled to conquer Constantinople and during the wars, they lack the manpower to bury the dead bodies. To throw the Plague in, more dead bodies lying around. The Mongols decided to flung the dead bodies over the heavy & tall wall that divided the Mongols and Constantinople by using the machine that throws the rocks over -- they replaced the rocks with infected dead bodies. In Constantinople, people had to look up in the sky to see if people are flying down on them!

Even with the horrors, you have to admit that you got to snicker a little about that. I do.

*snicker*

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