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Few Tidbits from Last Week

I neglect to mention that The Worm Within was shared by Tobes at Deansworld.blogspot.com. Thanks, Tobes!

I also want to mention that at NYU Grad Alley Party, Web showed me something that I nearly flipped out. There is a nutrition label on fuckin' cotton candy!! Needless to say, everything is zero except for sugar which comes in at whoopin' 30 grams.

I'm suffering from the sunburn -- will talk more later, right now is not good time. Argh. I did not attempt to get tan or anything at all. I hate tanning, I hate getting sunburn, I hate the beaches and yet, I got the fuckin' sunburn.

Argh.

R-

Few Pics To Smile or Roll Your Eyes!

This is too cute. I hope someday I'll have that ... Jayson, mind yourself! LOL!



Now Daniel is a hottie on Warner Bros TV program called Angel, too bad the show is gonna be cancelled. I always thought he was such a softie.



Now this comic shows my favorite character who is lunging at someone he hated the most, trying to kick the butt who wore the shiny gold helmet -- so you might roll your eyes that I often used this antic to challenge people.



I'm done for the weekend, have fun in wherever you go. :-)

R-

The Trip to Wildwood

I absolutely love The Worm Within by Vincent Eaton. I kept on grinning throughout the story. It is so disgusting and cute!

Had a nice conversation with Jayson Littman via emails, he is nice. I thought it was interesting that he clued on my signature in emails and blogs, I am obviously in need of a hug. Maybe it is true. I tend to be on guard of my feelings. Maybe insecurity. Which is why I tend to permit close friends to get closer to me, but not ordinary friends. Maybe ... I do not know.

My co-worker mistook Web's mother as Web's sister. I was the VEE at Frank when he realized that she is Web's mother. Come to think of this, is this supposed to be a compliment for Web's mother ... or an insult for Web?

Either way, both said that Web's graduation at NYU went very well. Currently, Web is in Wildwood, NJ to celebrate her graduation with friends. I will join with her tonight after I get off at 4:30 PM. It'd be the first time that I get out of NYC since last October when I travelled to the District.

I needed that, though. I have the plans that I will go to Richmond, Virginia on June 4. And between now and last weekend of June, I'll try to sneak to Vermont to rest up in the mountains at some gay bed and breakfast inn. I need the mountains to freshen myself up, not beach. Beaches are for twinks, fools. *spitting*

I have the link to that beheading video. I did not see it. I am contemplating whether to see it or not. Many people who saw it wished they did not see it. Decisions must be made.

Last night was bit weird -- I fell asleep 9:45 PM. The damned pager kept on ringing all night long. I was startled by that -- I even dreamed that Cynthia was talking to me -- I was the VEE ... she asked me about something -- she is currently in Wildwood! Then this morning, I read the message, she was ASKING me to bring some things! I was perplexed. Then walked to Cyn's bedroom, the bedroom is empty.

Too fuckin' bizarre.

R-

Mark and Me

I will never forget the fiasco that propelled me on the stage before the sellout crowd at Lincoln Theater with Mark, a deaf friend of mine.

It was sold out. Mark, Tabitha, Erin, Jim and I wanted to see a subtitled gay film. Mark insisted that we pretend to be volunteers and Mark gave the volunteer coordinators hard time before they bring three of us, Tabitha, Mark and me, to the back of the stage to wait for something.

Then the coordinator pushed me on the stage to give few words ... apparently, he thought we were the donors for some gay film festival. Mark said, "Hello, hello. My name is Mark. I hope you will enjoy the film tonight." Then he raised his hands to wave as in deaf applause. The crowd erupted into thousands of hands waving. I could not stop laughing. I said, "Me, too. Enjoy the movie!"

Bet you a dollar or two that the audience saw nothing but gibberish signs but it was bit a chic to wave your hands for few seconds. Then the lights went off. In the darkness, Mark fell off the stage. That was it for me. I had to run off to the bathroom to piss and cry so hard because I was laughing insanely.

Meanwhile, Erin told me that she was in the upper floor where she noticed that Jim (who is hearing) flinched at the sounds of something ... then Jim turned to see Mark and me on the stage. Jim was horrified. Jim heard my stifled laughter. Erin then paged me when I was on stage, I could feel my pager vibrating. But I refused to answer it. Later, it reads: Why are you on the stage???

Such a priceless moment by Mark and I.

Long Live the LW3!! (Lethal Weapon 3 in Keith, Mark and I)

R-

My Horoscope

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-

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-