Shamelessly plucked from Deansworld.blogspot.com to analyze myself a little so you can be amused.
NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciates praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.
Nearly all of them reflects who I am. Good one, Tobes.
R-
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Few Things to Vent Out
Yesterday, I checked gmail.com and saw that Tricoli calling me lots of things. He also said that I am "pure evil". Whatever. Later, I saw the NY POST's headline, it reads: PURE EVIL. A-ha! That guy also has no creativity. Plucking a headline from a local tabloid to call me that. How interesting.
Speaking of creativity, Tricoli should call himself "HIV Boy" because in his last 20 entries, 65% of his rantings are all about HIV. Such a bore. Waiter! Check, please!
Now on that Monceaux guy, he took an opportunity to criticize the US Army in his blog about the prison abuses but he also fell silent about the barbaric beheading of Nick Berg.
These things made me roll my eyes from time to time.
Yesterday, I went to NYU's Grad Alley Party with Web. Before we arrived, we walked through the East Village, we saw a guy carrying the clothes from the dry cleaning store. Among his stuff was a plastic cover over the faded blue jeans. Jeans? Web and I slowly stared at it then looked at each other and said, "Jeans?" at the same time. Perhaps next time, we shall see a plastic cover over the jockstrap. Irrationality rules in this town.
Anyway, the NYU Grad Alley Party is interesting and nice. Very mellow. We saw the fireworks, it is small, we did not realize that we were standing right below the fireworks. We actually had to look at the whole thing right above us. Some bits of Fireworks get in my eyes. Ugh. Should I pretend that I was injured and in the process, sue them?
Went to the NYCASLCLUB, I think Emerson is charming. Perhaps sometimes we might go out and see how it goes -- I asked him, he said to make some plans with him by e-mail. Anyway, at the GLBT Center, I chatted with Ryan and felt bad for Ryan when he pointed at a certain guy, "He kiss very good, I like him." I turned to see him, and groaned. But I did not say anything about the guy over there to Ryan because it is always awkward for me to talk about guys who used to be gals. So I say SYL to the whole drama.
Emerson and I had a nice chat at the corner of 14 Street and 8 Avenue, too bad we did not make out (but again, I would not permit it, anyway) before we parted for the night.
Just saw the NEXT Magazine, looked through it -- was amused by one advertisement. Since there is no advertisement on its website, I'm writing it down. It is about Mother's Day.
* * * * *
"Dear Mom,
I love New York City. I've made a lot of great friends. We like to party with Crystal Meth, and I've even become addicted.
Happy Mother's Day. You mean the world to me.
It's not so bad. The suicidal thoughts, depression, paranoia and guilt about missed work go away with one little bump. So does my fear of HIV.
Happy Mother's Day
Love, Ricky"
* * * * *
Me? Me snorting meth? Please. The last time I snorted meth was in Seattle back in 2001 and I did not like it at all -- will never do it again. But that was funny advertisement.
Someone talked about John F. Kennedy Jr today to me and I quickly thought about what I told Carl Denney a long time ago and he broke into a wide grin. As you might know, JFK Junior was killed along with his coke-snorting wife and sister-in-law in a plane crash en route to Martha's Vineyard.
I told Carl, "At least, this is the first time I heard of luggages that arrived BEFORE the plane did anywhere else in the world." I was talking about the dead victims' luggages found on the coast of the island not far from the plane crash.
Sick joke, yeah. That is me.
If I die, Merritt, Kekua, Manny are required to dress up in drag to weep and be like Tammy Faye Messner's make-up. That would be a sight to behold! And party hard -- be like my great aunt who is 4'11 and once stood on a chair, flicked the lights to get everyone's attention and stomped her left hand on the coffin of my great grandmother twice and bluntly in ASL, "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" -- she pointed at a certain person in the audience. All hell broke loose. This happened in 1970s, my mother told me about it. All it took is a 4'11 woman to get everyone's attention to start a drama.
But my funeral should be fun, dramatic and plenty of laughs. I still remember Larry's drunken moments as Drag Queen where he never realized that his wig was fucked up all night long. That was so funny.
Cheers,
R-
Speaking of creativity, Tricoli should call himself "HIV Boy" because in his last 20 entries, 65% of his rantings are all about HIV. Such a bore. Waiter! Check, please!
Now on that Monceaux guy, he took an opportunity to criticize the US Army in his blog about the prison abuses but he also fell silent about the barbaric beheading of Nick Berg.
These things made me roll my eyes from time to time.
Yesterday, I went to NYU's Grad Alley Party with Web. Before we arrived, we walked through the East Village, we saw a guy carrying the clothes from the dry cleaning store. Among his stuff was a plastic cover over the faded blue jeans. Jeans? Web and I slowly stared at it then looked at each other and said, "Jeans?" at the same time. Perhaps next time, we shall see a plastic cover over the jockstrap. Irrationality rules in this town.
Anyway, the NYU Grad Alley Party is interesting and nice. Very mellow. We saw the fireworks, it is small, we did not realize that we were standing right below the fireworks. We actually had to look at the whole thing right above us. Some bits of Fireworks get in my eyes. Ugh. Should I pretend that I was injured and in the process, sue them?
Went to the NYCASLCLUB, I think Emerson is charming. Perhaps sometimes we might go out and see how it goes -- I asked him, he said to make some plans with him by e-mail. Anyway, at the GLBT Center, I chatted with Ryan and felt bad for Ryan when he pointed at a certain guy, "He kiss very good, I like him." I turned to see him, and groaned. But I did not say anything about the guy over there to Ryan because it is always awkward for me to talk about guys who used to be gals. So I say SYL to the whole drama.
Emerson and I had a nice chat at the corner of 14 Street and 8 Avenue, too bad we did not make out (but again, I would not permit it, anyway) before we parted for the night.
Just saw the NEXT Magazine, looked through it -- was amused by one advertisement. Since there is no advertisement on its website, I'm writing it down. It is about Mother's Day.
* * * * *
"Dear Mom,
I love New York City. I've made a lot of great friends. We like to party with Crystal Meth, and I've even become addicted.
Happy Mother's Day. You mean the world to me.
It's not so bad. The suicidal thoughts, depression, paranoia and guilt about missed work go away with one little bump. So does my fear of HIV.
Happy Mother's Day
Love, Ricky"
* * * * *
Me? Me snorting meth? Please. The last time I snorted meth was in Seattle back in 2001 and I did not like it at all -- will never do it again. But that was funny advertisement.
Someone talked about John F. Kennedy Jr today to me and I quickly thought about what I told Carl Denney a long time ago and he broke into a wide grin. As you might know, JFK Junior was killed along with his coke-snorting wife and sister-in-law in a plane crash en route to Martha's Vineyard.
I told Carl, "At least, this is the first time I heard of luggages that arrived BEFORE the plane did anywhere else in the world." I was talking about the dead victims' luggages found on the coast of the island not far from the plane crash.
Sick joke, yeah. That is me.
If I die, Merritt, Kekua, Manny are required to dress up in drag to weep and be like Tammy Faye Messner's make-up. That would be a sight to behold! And party hard -- be like my great aunt who is 4'11 and once stood on a chair, flicked the lights to get everyone's attention and stomped her left hand on the coffin of my great grandmother twice and bluntly in ASL, "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" -- she pointed at a certain person in the audience. All hell broke loose. This happened in 1970s, my mother told me about it. All it took is a 4'11 woman to get everyone's attention to start a drama.
But my funeral should be fun, dramatic and plenty of laughs. I still remember Larry's drunken moments as Drag Queen where he never realized that his wig was fucked up all night long. That was so funny.
Cheers,
R-
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Here Is Psychococa!!
I kept on forgetting to include Psychococa on my Friends Blog. She is from Chesapeake -- I knew her through Benis. Now she's part of the family.
R-
R-
Homeless Dude
During the lunch break, I walked to Subway Restaurant to order and munch a 6-inch (That Tricoli fool must be so happy!!) submarine. Before I walk into the shop, I saw one young guy sitting next to the Subway with a cardboard that reads: "Jobless, Homeless, Please Spare A Change. God Bless."
I quickly scoped this young man. This man has a tattoo all over his face. It's everywhere on his face -- forehead, cheeks, chin, nose and neck.
I was thinking, "Did he thinks of consequences when he gets his face tattooed?"
Oy vey.
R-
I quickly scoped this young man. This man has a tattoo all over his face. It's everywhere on his face -- forehead, cheeks, chin, nose and neck.
I was thinking, "Did he thinks of consequences when he gets his face tattooed?"
Oy vey.
R-
A Correction To Make and To VEE!!
I made an error in typing that Chris Lambert had two HUGE dogs. Actually, he had one HUGE grey dog and a tiny beagle dog, which made me watch with curiosity at how both dogs interacted with each other.
Had a brief conversation with Keith last night regarding Morganton, himself and his sister. Blah, blah, blah. Realized that I do miss his company. I look forward to the day he gets here.
Another thing to VEE: Web told me that she has a graduation party sponsored by NYU tonight. We talked a little about it and she mentioned, "And yeah, there will be fireworks at 8 PM. Look at this." She pointed at the invitation card. Fireworks for NYU's graduation party? Gallaudet is so cheapskate. Too bad, the fireworks are not for that Tricoli fool.
Guess what? There was not even a big outcry about the beheading of American in the Arab World -- it was largely muted by the Arab Media. See? I rest my fuckin' case. Let's do what Count Dracul did to make his own terror -- why do you think he is known as the Dracula? It is because he beheaded thousands of Islamic fighters and sticked their heads in the wood poles by the roads in Romania and the result is that these fighters are *still* afraid of Romanian folklore.
On another subject, I is the VEE big time when I check the comments and guess who commented on my "Free Hugs?" entry. Jayson Littman! THAT dude who does these things at Washington Square Park every Sunday from 1 PM to 4 PM. Very nice comments. Read what he said:
Hi R-
This is Jayson Littman - the hugger in Washington Square Park. Dont observe from afar, come on over and get a hug. I know you need one.
spread the love,
jayson
I'll consider his offer.
To smile and laugh, I found this on some deaf blogsite and took it ... so enjoy. I always loved this one. Gary Larsen is genius! He found a way to make Deaf people laugh at themselves without degrading Deaf people's language and culture.
Cheers,
R-
Had a brief conversation with Keith last night regarding Morganton, himself and his sister. Blah, blah, blah. Realized that I do miss his company. I look forward to the day he gets here.
Another thing to VEE: Web told me that she has a graduation party sponsored by NYU tonight. We talked a little about it and she mentioned, "And yeah, there will be fireworks at 8 PM. Look at this." She pointed at the invitation card. Fireworks for NYU's graduation party? Gallaudet is so cheapskate. Too bad, the fireworks are not for that Tricoli fool.
Guess what? There was not even a big outcry about the beheading of American in the Arab World -- it was largely muted by the Arab Media. See? I rest my fuckin' case. Let's do what Count Dracul did to make his own terror -- why do you think he is known as the Dracula? It is because he beheaded thousands of Islamic fighters and sticked their heads in the wood poles by the roads in Romania and the result is that these fighters are *still* afraid of Romanian folklore.
On another subject, I is the VEE big time when I check the comments and guess who commented on my "Free Hugs?" entry. Jayson Littman! THAT dude who does these things at Washington Square Park every Sunday from 1 PM to 4 PM. Very nice comments. Read what he said:
Hi R-
This is Jayson Littman - the hugger in Washington Square Park. Dont observe from afar, come on over and get a hug. I know you need one.
spread the love,
jayson
I'll consider his offer.
To smile and laugh, I found this on some deaf blogsite and took it ... so enjoy. I always loved this one. Gary Larsen is genius! He found a way to make Deaf people laugh at themselves without degrading Deaf people's language and culture.
Cheers,
R-
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
HOw Do I Feel Today?
(Thanks to Gus for sending me the picture!!)
That is how I feel today.
Tommy Tricoli annoyed me to no end.
And I found out that a murder took place in Morganton, North Carolina -- the town where my mother, grandmother and uncles attended at North Carolina School for the Deaf. Not only that, my beloved friend, Keith also went to NCSD.
The murderer is none other than Chris Lambert! That dude who has two HUGE dogs at Gallaudet few years ago with a dominant girlfriend who works at Campus Activities. They hadn't identified the deceased female body but I suspect it was that dominant girlfriend, Tallie.
This occured when I said not many deaf people killed the other like hearing people do with each other. Boom, it pops up in my face. AS usual. But my argument still stands, bitches.
C'est la vie!
R-
Hearies, Hearies, Hearies
Two words: LIGHTEN UP!!
This entry is dedicated to hearing persons who mistook me as "angry, self-hating cocksucker" who often lashed out at hearies for something that might happen to me in the past.
Such a silly theory. But that is OK. Maybe my comments are often perceived to be somewhat "anti-hearing", but it is not. It is more of "Oh, fuck, here I go again."
I am not a person who you can come to and say "M..... Y...... N...... A........ M......... E......... I.......S (PAUSE THEN SHRIEK) T........ O......... M......... M........Y!!!"
You get the idea why I say, "Oh, fuck, here I go again with this idiot."
As many of you knew, I am Deaf by birth from a long line of Deaf families in The South. English is not my strongest skill. I try my best all the time to express my thoughts. I always try to improve my writings. But there are people like Tommy Tricoli who took the time to disparage my comments just because I am not good at English.
Come to think of this, the blogger.com was not designed for perfect English.
Who is Tommy Tricoli? Here are his pictures.
Ain't he pretty? Ugh. Not my type. I may be fat but I can lose weight while you'll be like that for the rest of your life. I can cut my hair, and I like my hair chest. I do not have problems with the way I look, but I try to improve myself anyway for better health & sanity (ha! Maybe to make that ugly freak happy as well).
You know, my former houseparent, Bobbie once told me that people who made fun of others are often the ones who has the problems with himself. Go and pop some extra anxiety pills.
This gentleman wrote a blog and stole my pictures and posted on his blog to make somewhat a threat on me. You know ... I find it offensive and flattering.
Tommy Tricoli also accused me of being the one with "NYCAttitudeLady" whereas it was my friend whom I shared the link to her about the cat being killed in that stupid commercial. She was incensed and threw Tommy few of her words -- Tommy thought it was me. Oh, lord.
All in all, Tommy Tricoli reminded me of Dorian Yanke. This is something I am *so* used to it.
I have two hearing siblings, I have some hearing relatives, I also forged a close friendship with 5 or 6 hearing persons in New York. I had two hearing ex boyfriends. I dated a number of hearing guys. I fucked many hearing guys than deaf guys. Am I anti-hearie? You decide.
Apparently, Tommy Tricoli is one stupid biased guy to start with. All of this tug-of-war continued because I made a comment to a guy that I do not approve the relationships where you play around with other guys. That would defeat the whole purpose of marriage, really.
A certain person attacked my beliefs more than the argument itself. Then hell broke loose. I told him that there are people who deserved to be infected with the virus and die with it. Because they played the russian's roulette and it misfired.
That's when Tommy Tricoli jumped in the fray and attacked me of my appearances, made a threat to push me on the speeding bus that might come up my way in East Village where I work and live. A threat that I find it scary.
So from time to time, I shot back with a comment like, "I'll buy fireworks when you're expired." He said to stuff it up my ass. I told him that I'll stuff it and match it and let it fire into his coffin.
It is stupid and silly that continues to cycle from day one. I'm willing to let it go as long as you do the same. But you continue to be like that.
I may be deaf, but you're hearie. What you said is so atypical. I'm fat, you're ugly. What next? I'm hairy, that's what I was born with. So do you but you had to shave in order to sell yourself. To me, it says a lot. But again, it is your life.
R-
This entry is dedicated to hearing persons who mistook me as "angry, self-hating cocksucker" who often lashed out at hearies for something that might happen to me in the past.
Such a silly theory. But that is OK. Maybe my comments are often perceived to be somewhat "anti-hearing", but it is not. It is more of "Oh, fuck, here I go again."
I am not a person who you can come to and say "M..... Y...... N...... A........ M......... E......... I.......S (PAUSE THEN SHRIEK) T........ O......... M......... M........Y!!!"
You get the idea why I say, "Oh, fuck, here I go again with this idiot."
As many of you knew, I am Deaf by birth from a long line of Deaf families in The South. English is not my strongest skill. I try my best all the time to express my thoughts. I always try to improve my writings. But there are people like Tommy Tricoli who took the time to disparage my comments just because I am not good at English.
Come to think of this, the blogger.com was not designed for perfect English.
Who is Tommy Tricoli? Here are his pictures.
Ain't he pretty? Ugh. Not my type. I may be fat but I can lose weight while you'll be like that for the rest of your life. I can cut my hair, and I like my hair chest. I do not have problems with the way I look, but I try to improve myself anyway for better health & sanity (ha! Maybe to make that ugly freak happy as well).
You know, my former houseparent, Bobbie once told me that people who made fun of others are often the ones who has the problems with himself. Go and pop some extra anxiety pills.
This gentleman wrote a blog and stole my pictures and posted on his blog to make somewhat a threat on me. You know ... I find it offensive and flattering.
Tommy Tricoli also accused me of being the one with "NYCAttitudeLady" whereas it was my friend whom I shared the link to her about the cat being killed in that stupid commercial. She was incensed and threw Tommy few of her words -- Tommy thought it was me. Oh, lord.
All in all, Tommy Tricoli reminded me of Dorian Yanke. This is something I am *so* used to it.
I have two hearing siblings, I have some hearing relatives, I also forged a close friendship with 5 or 6 hearing persons in New York. I had two hearing ex boyfriends. I dated a number of hearing guys. I fucked many hearing guys than deaf guys. Am I anti-hearie? You decide.
Apparently, Tommy Tricoli is one stupid biased guy to start with. All of this tug-of-war continued because I made a comment to a guy that I do not approve the relationships where you play around with other guys. That would defeat the whole purpose of marriage, really.
A certain person attacked my beliefs more than the argument itself. Then hell broke loose. I told him that there are people who deserved to be infected with the virus and die with it. Because they played the russian's roulette and it misfired.
That's when Tommy Tricoli jumped in the fray and attacked me of my appearances, made a threat to push me on the speeding bus that might come up my way in East Village where I work and live. A threat that I find it scary.
So from time to time, I shot back with a comment like, "I'll buy fireworks when you're expired." He said to stuff it up my ass. I told him that I'll stuff it and match it and let it fire into his coffin.
It is stupid and silly that continues to cycle from day one. I'm willing to let it go as long as you do the same. But you continue to be like that.
I may be deaf, but you're hearie. What you said is so atypical. I'm fat, you're ugly. What next? I'm hairy, that's what I was born with. So do you but you had to shave in order to sell yourself. To me, it says a lot. But again, it is your life.
R-
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