Last night, my boss ordered me to go home after I began to see the typos on my paperworks, frequently confused myself in the process. A sign of wearing out. He laughed so hard and told me to go home. I went home.
On the way home, Cynthia and I got a slice of pizza for our dinner at 11:45 PM. While munching the pizza, we saw a guy waiting for his order. He had 4-inch heavy nails inserted in his earlobes. It is heavy that you can see the lobe straining downward. I looked at Cynthia, she acted as if it's no big deal.
Wow. If it happens in Richmond or Staunton, Virginia -- he'll be an outcast, period.
Yakked with Benis who were on the road to Manhattan via the pager.
At home, Cynthia was hysterical and began to slam her hands on her bedroom door. I asked her who was in it? She said, SHEBA! I told her to get in. She said, I AM LOCKED OUT OF MY BEDROOM!!
The keys are in there? She nodded then turn back to use her back trying to break the door. I stared at her. She groaned. She can hear a little. She screamed when her dog, Sheba began to whine. Her cat, Pepe started to use his paw under the door to pick on Sheba. For a long time, Pepe picked on Sheba.
I picked up and drank Bud Ice. Not bad. Then I watched Cynthia scrambling to look for a knife and a small paint can so that she can slip the knife into the knob and bang the small paint can on the knife to gain the pressures on the knob. It snapped. The door opened.
YES! She said. And she smiled sheepishly, I THINK SHEBA CLOSED THE DOOR BY MISTAKE, I'M NOT SURE.
I was tired. I could not say much. I just grinned. Cynthia said, GUESS WHAT? I FOUND OUT THAT WE HAVE STARZZ CHANNEL!
Me stared at her. Too tired to exclaim or anything. Took a cold shower then told Benis to page me when he arrived. I fell asleep.
Woke up at 3:30 AM, being paged by Benis 11 times. Oh, fuck. Ran down to meet him outside. Hugged him and brought him home.
Benis is here. So glad but too bad, this week, he probably will feel bit left out because I'm distracted with the paperworks for the audit.
Oh, by the way -- Happy Birthday, Shane.
Add Scandia to the list since I knew him from college. That dude seems to be relatively calm and quiet, but he knew how to party.
R-
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Monday, June 14, 2004
A Quick Way To Make Fun ...
A little break to vent out from my paperworks. Argh.
My hearing co-worker told me that she cannot stand hearing Bawbawa Waltews talking because she cannot pronounce "R", she always pronounced "W" instead.
Can you imagine this, Bawbawa Waltews?
R-
My hearing co-worker told me that she cannot stand hearing Bawbawa Waltews talking because she cannot pronounce "R", she always pronounced "W" instead.
Can you imagine this, Bawbawa Waltews?
R-
Timeout For Me
I needed a little break from my paperworks. Did you know that I worked from 1 PM to 1 AM last night? I expect that I will work from this AM to 11 PM tonight.
Anyway, some people asked me why I posted the first picture of women's basketball on my right?
It is all about metaphor. I love women's basketball. Stop it, Beth, I know you rolled your eyes. But the picture shows Texas' Stacy Stephens holding her ball, protecting it from several Tennessee players. Knowing their history, the rivalry between Texas and Tennessee is much longer with no love lost in it.
Look at Stacy Stephens' facial expression. She is reacting as to tell others to back off, "It's my ball, you won't have it."
Now the metaphor is that Deaf person is like Stacy Stephens. Hearing people hawked on her, trying to grab things that belonged to Deaf people in terms of education, opportunity and rights. Deaf people tends to be very expressive with their faces. So they always shot back with these reactions like Stacy did.
Cool?
R-
Anyway, some people asked me why I posted the first picture of women's basketball on my right?
It is all about metaphor. I love women's basketball. Stop it, Beth, I know you rolled your eyes. But the picture shows Texas' Stacy Stephens holding her ball, protecting it from several Tennessee players. Knowing their history, the rivalry between Texas and Tennessee is much longer with no love lost in it.
Look at Stacy Stephens' facial expression. She is reacting as to tell others to back off, "It's my ball, you won't have it."
Now the metaphor is that Deaf person is like Stacy Stephens. Hearing people hawked on her, trying to grab things that belonged to Deaf people in terms of education, opportunity and rights. Deaf people tends to be very expressive with their faces. So they always shot back with these reactions like Stacy did.
Cool?
R-
I Am History Buff ...
I love History. I love PBS. I love Discovery. I love The History Channel more than HBO, Showtime or Cinemax.
That's me. Anyway, I have to get back to work. Only two days left before the audit. EEEK.
However, this article is something that I have to share with you all.
Little did Rasputin knew that someday HIS object would be demonstrated to the world to see ...
Har har.
R-
That's me. Anyway, I have to get back to work. Only two days left before the audit. EEEK.
However, this article is something that I have to share with you all.
Little did Rasputin knew that someday HIS object would be demonstrated to the world to see ...
Har har.
R-
Sunday, June 13, 2004
What?
I found out that JAC (Not Jennifer Ann Cook, thank you very much!) recently bore a daughter. Her name is Marissa. Beautiful name. I was stunned by that revelation. She is part of our Arkansas clique at Gallaudet. Naturally, it takes two to tango. I do not know who the father is. All I know is his name.
That means what? Time to pull out my old tricks to scourge for the information across the nation ... to Las Vegas or Little Rock if I must. *smirk*
Either way, Marissa is beautiful name. Congratulations, my dear JAC. Cherish the moments, for she will be 18 in a short time. Up next is Chlms. You know, my sister has a daughter recently, the name is Yamka. I thought it was bad decision. Even if it derived from an Indian name which means "to blossom". But that kid will suffer the insults at school as Yams! But Lily said that she can skip Yamka to Rose which is her middle name.
Oh, I forgot to mention that my nephew, Zachary is cool dude. Zach is wild and won't leave me alone. I think he was testing me -- he is hearing guy but since he has a Deaf uncle, he kept on trying to speak to me. He's 3. When I left his home, he wailed as hell. Breaks my heart.
Ahh, kids. Chlms, if nobody knocks you up, wanna me to donate some so I can observe you taking care of my kid without me interfering? My parents would *kill* me but I'd love that ... *smirk*
R-
*Preparing for Chlms' wrath*
That means what? Time to pull out my old tricks to scourge for the information across the nation ... to Las Vegas or Little Rock if I must. *smirk*
Either way, Marissa is beautiful name. Congratulations, my dear JAC. Cherish the moments, for she will be 18 in a short time. Up next is Chlms. You know, my sister has a daughter recently, the name is Yamka. I thought it was bad decision. Even if it derived from an Indian name which means "to blossom". But that kid will suffer the insults at school as Yams! But Lily said that she can skip Yamka to Rose which is her middle name.
Oh, I forgot to mention that my nephew, Zachary is cool dude. Zach is wild and won't leave me alone. I think he was testing me -- he is hearing guy but since he has a Deaf uncle, he kept on trying to speak to me. He's 3. When I left his home, he wailed as hell. Breaks my heart.
Ahh, kids. Chlms, if nobody knocks you up, wanna me to donate some so I can observe you taking care of my kid without me interfering? My parents would *kill* me but I'd love that ... *smirk*
R-
*Preparing for Chlms' wrath*
Such A Beautiful Day To Be Depressed!
I was concerned about a friend of mine that hadn't responded for 48 hours by pager. Turned out that he lost his pager somewhere in his bedroom. He found it. I'm relieved.
It is beautiful day outside. Too bad I'm at work and working my butt off. I suspected that I have a chronic depression. Not that it is bad thing. When I'm down, I'm down. Often when I am down, I cannot figure out why I am down. I just stay in a couch or in bed, wallowing in my misery for hours. Then I managed to get out and I'm back to normal. It is what I'd call it a manageable depression, I guess?
Delanne is getting hitched on June 19. I'm debating about going. I told her that I probably will not go but as time looms and friends are offering me a place to crash and a ride, to get out of the city right after the audit is done is a temptation to resist by all means. Wonder if I can bag Eric before he gets stucked with Delanne? Can I, Delanne? Just one time!
Two nights ago, I was ready to crash in my bed when I saw a professional talking about the Library of Congress in DC, he said that the original books were donated by Thomas Jefferson. He went on to say that Jefferson shaped the way of things in the library. There are three categories that all libraries should have: Memory, Reason and Imagination.
They went on to explain about three categories. It also mentioned that the comic books are part of "Imagination" category. He went on to say that the comic books are the American's foundation of imagination. Very interesting.
I saw Oprah Winfrey interviewing Brad Pitt sometimes few weeks ago, one audience member asked a question to Brad, "You have a nice butt, how do you manage to keep it that way?" Oprah intervened, "We agreed not to talk about his butt during the show." I was bit perplexed, perhaps they had an agreement not to focus on his butt.
Oh, did you see that our former President, William Clinton, was falling asleep during the Reagan's funeral services. My friend swears that she saw Hillary using her right arm to wake him up after the camera was on them, but I did not see it. Anyone else did that?
When I was a kid, I recalled being pressured and/or strongly encouraged by my teachers to write a letter to President Reagan about anything else, really. I do not recall being pressured during the Carter administration. I wondered if it was "patriotic" duty for the schools to force the students to write to White House? The reason I mentioned is that because I saw the former President G.H.W. Bush mentioned that one child wrote a letter to Ronald Reagan asking for federal assistance to clean up his bedroom because his parents are forcing him to clean up the bedroom. It was funny but it reminded me about my experiences as a child. I personally think it is not appropriate to encourage children to write to White House. I mean, they have better things to do than to deal with children, really.
Later,
R-
It is beautiful day outside. Too bad I'm at work and working my butt off. I suspected that I have a chronic depression. Not that it is bad thing. When I'm down, I'm down. Often when I am down, I cannot figure out why I am down. I just stay in a couch or in bed, wallowing in my misery for hours. Then I managed to get out and I'm back to normal. It is what I'd call it a manageable depression, I guess?
Delanne is getting hitched on June 19. I'm debating about going. I told her that I probably will not go but as time looms and friends are offering me a place to crash and a ride, to get out of the city right after the audit is done is a temptation to resist by all means. Wonder if I can bag Eric before he gets stucked with Delanne? Can I, Delanne? Just one time!
Two nights ago, I was ready to crash in my bed when I saw a professional talking about the Library of Congress in DC, he said that the original books were donated by Thomas Jefferson. He went on to say that Jefferson shaped the way of things in the library. There are three categories that all libraries should have: Memory, Reason and Imagination.
They went on to explain about three categories. It also mentioned that the comic books are part of "Imagination" category. He went on to say that the comic books are the American's foundation of imagination. Very interesting.
I saw Oprah Winfrey interviewing Brad Pitt sometimes few weeks ago, one audience member asked a question to Brad, "You have a nice butt, how do you manage to keep it that way?" Oprah intervened, "We agreed not to talk about his butt during the show." I was bit perplexed, perhaps they had an agreement not to focus on his butt.
Oh, did you see that our former President, William Clinton, was falling asleep during the Reagan's funeral services. My friend swears that she saw Hillary using her right arm to wake him up after the camera was on them, but I did not see it. Anyone else did that?
When I was a kid, I recalled being pressured and/or strongly encouraged by my teachers to write a letter to President Reagan about anything else, really. I do not recall being pressured during the Carter administration. I wondered if it was "patriotic" duty for the schools to force the students to write to White House? The reason I mentioned is that because I saw the former President G.H.W. Bush mentioned that one child wrote a letter to Ronald Reagan asking for federal assistance to clean up his bedroom because his parents are forcing him to clean up the bedroom. It was funny but it reminded me about my experiences as a child. I personally think it is not appropriate to encourage children to write to White House. I mean, they have better things to do than to deal with children, really.
Later,
R-
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Trash Comments
Today, I had been working all evening on the paperworks for the audit -- then I got to chat with friends online from DC area. I must admit that I am pretty down because I'd love to see what Brooklyn Gay Pride Parade and Festival has to offer. But I have to do this job first.
Not only that, I'm concerned about someone else because he hasn't been responsive. He normally is heavy talker. But suddenly, something stopped.
The weather in New York is very brisky and cool even on June 12th. Wow.
Did you realize that I have been a resident of New York City for a year and 10 days? Time flew so fast.
A friend of mine in DC was sick with meningitis. I was astonished. I'm appalled that Darlene did not notify me that someone else was sick and sent to the hospital -- Darlene, you BAD BAD BAD! LOL!!
But again, this particular girl who got sick with meningitis admitted that in the last two years, she has been on 100-mph with her academic career and her personal life became haywire, thanks to that dofus bag called Dusan! When she said she was admitted to the hospital, the worst part is that her temperature was 104, she was having a fever and ... having a fuckin' period! Poor gal.
The reason I wanted to mention about her is that she has a twisted sense of humor like I do. She is fine and still recuperating. She mentioned that her mother flew in from Arizona to help out with her health. The first thing she uttered to her when she came in the hospital was: You finally crashed! I was waiting for this!!
Now I know where she got a twisted sense of humor.
I wondered who did I get it from? Certainly not my parents.
A friend of mine told me that Darlene sometimes wailed that she wished to be mentally retarded. Because information goes through them and they know nothing. Their lives seem to be pampered and taken care of. I can empathize sometimes. Sometimes I want to be the one so that people can leave me alone. Don't preach to me that their lives are hard, I know it is not easy being one but all I said is that it seems to be easy.
I should mention that I added three new blogs on my list -- they are old friends from college. I was delighted to see them setting up the blogs where they can spew the funniest comments about anything else in particular. They are none other than
Darlene, Amy and Jeff.
You did not hear this from me, after reading and watching Nancy Reagan's stoic approach and grief for Ronnie the whole week, I would not be surprised that she'll die shortly of heartbroken. It is often that many couples who devoted to each other for more than 30 years tends to die within few weeks or months of each other. Especially for the ones who are deeply devoted to each other so badly that one cannot function without the other. It may sound ominous but I'm speaking from my observations in different cases.
On another hand, I found some interesting stuff that happened on my birth date.
More General Interest
1906 Roosevelt travels to Panama
1923 Nazis suppressed in Munich
1956 Sartre renounces Communists
1965 The Great Northeast Blackout
Automotive
1960 Robert McNamara Named Ford President
Civil War
1862 : Burnside assumes command
Cold War
1989 East Germany opens the Berlin Wall
Crime
1971 A Sunday school teacher murders his family and goes undercover for 18 years
Entertainment
1961 Brian Epstein meets the Beatles
Literary
1928 Poet Anne Sexton is born
Old West
1875 Followers of Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse identified as hostile
Vietnam War
1967 Captain Lance Sijan shot down over North Vietnam
WALL STREET
1988 Brief Life for Bush Dollar
WORLD WAR II
1938 "The Night of Broken Glass"
Interesting? Want to know yours? Go to the History Channel. Enter at your own risk.
Cheers,
R-
Not only that, I'm concerned about someone else because he hasn't been responsive. He normally is heavy talker. But suddenly, something stopped.
The weather in New York is very brisky and cool even on June 12th. Wow.
Did you realize that I have been a resident of New York City for a year and 10 days? Time flew so fast.
A friend of mine in DC was sick with meningitis. I was astonished. I'm appalled that Darlene did not notify me that someone else was sick and sent to the hospital -- Darlene, you BAD BAD BAD! LOL!!
But again, this particular girl who got sick with meningitis admitted that in the last two years, she has been on 100-mph with her academic career and her personal life became haywire, thanks to that dofus bag called Dusan! When she said she was admitted to the hospital, the worst part is that her temperature was 104, she was having a fever and ... having a fuckin' period! Poor gal.
The reason I wanted to mention about her is that she has a twisted sense of humor like I do. She is fine and still recuperating. She mentioned that her mother flew in from Arizona to help out with her health. The first thing she uttered to her when she came in the hospital was: You finally crashed! I was waiting for this!!
Now I know where she got a twisted sense of humor.
I wondered who did I get it from? Certainly not my parents.
A friend of mine told me that Darlene sometimes wailed that she wished to be mentally retarded. Because information goes through them and they know nothing. Their lives seem to be pampered and taken care of. I can empathize sometimes. Sometimes I want to be the one so that people can leave me alone. Don't preach to me that their lives are hard, I know it is not easy being one but all I said is that it seems to be easy.
I should mention that I added three new blogs on my list -- they are old friends from college. I was delighted to see them setting up the blogs where they can spew the funniest comments about anything else in particular. They are none other than
Darlene, Amy and Jeff.
You did not hear this from me, after reading and watching Nancy Reagan's stoic approach and grief for Ronnie the whole week, I would not be surprised that she'll die shortly of heartbroken. It is often that many couples who devoted to each other for more than 30 years tends to die within few weeks or months of each other. Especially for the ones who are deeply devoted to each other so badly that one cannot function without the other. It may sound ominous but I'm speaking from my observations in different cases.
On another hand, I found some interesting stuff that happened on my birth date.
More General Interest
1906 Roosevelt travels to Panama
1923 Nazis suppressed in Munich
1956 Sartre renounces Communists
1965 The Great Northeast Blackout
Automotive
1960 Robert McNamara Named Ford President
Civil War
1862 : Burnside assumes command
Cold War
1989 East Germany opens the Berlin Wall
Crime
1971 A Sunday school teacher murders his family and goes undercover for 18 years
Entertainment
1961 Brian Epstein meets the Beatles
Literary
1928 Poet Anne Sexton is born
Old West
1875 Followers of Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse identified as hostile
Vietnam War
1967 Captain Lance Sijan shot down over North Vietnam
WALL STREET
1988 Brief Life for Bush Dollar
WORLD WAR II
1938 "The Night of Broken Glass"
Interesting? Want to know yours? Go to the History Channel. Enter at your own risk.
Cheers,
R-
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