Toto, I think I saw a flamin' rose of Texas running by!
:-)
R-
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Where Is His Tongue?
This should be a good warning for people who likes to make out with strangers before getting to know each other.
Now the question of the day is ... where is his tongue?
R-
Now the question of the day is ... where is his tongue?
R-
Was She Over The Line?
Few years ago, I chatted with my close friend (let's call her ... D) who is also Deaf. She mentioned about an incident where she witnessed a hard of hearing African-American guy (actually, he can speak very, very, very well and can hear very, very, very well) beating up on his girlfriend who is Deaf. That girlfriend is pretty close with D.
Of course, D is very assertive and smart woman. She intervened to protect the woman. And in the process, D became involved in a huge argument with this dude. This dude was so frustrated because D was winning the whole thing. Suddenly, he turned his voice on and stopped signing.
He turned the tables on her and berated her. Confusion ensued. He was taunting her and at the same time, making fun of her because she was not able to understand what he was trying to say. Things got ugly to a point where D got upset, she decided to do something drastic. That I thought she was brave to do that.
She went to her truck and opened her door, ready to escape ... before she could run off, she shouted to get this dude's attention. She shot a comment that caused this dude to go berserk.
"For you, I wish the slavery did not end!"
Needless to say, she left the scene.
Was she over the line?
My opinion is ... no. She did not. She was winning the arguments when the battle was fair between her and this dude. Then he decided to use his voice to oppress her. D has the right to fuck him off by throwing him off the tracks.
Few years later, a similar situation happened to me. Look at me, I'm not attractive. I'm chubby. I'm hairy. I'm 30. My English skills are not great. I try my best. Blah, blah. I did not go to a well-known school like Harvard or Yale.
I got involved in a huge fight with Awon and Benis. Awon is extremely smart, cute and articulate. He goes to a well-known school. Honestly, if Awon and I go to a gay bar, Awon will have a line of men trying to hit on him while I have no one in the line. His writing skills ... just wiped me off the map. Not that I complain. But the fights that we had with each other was purely ridiculous. After I tried my best to explain what was happening, Awon was very upset and resorted to ridicule me based on my appearance, my writing skills et al. It was escalating to a point where I wanted it to stop and it was very demeaning and hurtful.
It is enough that I already acknowledged that I'm not all that. But Awon has everything going for him and yet, he ridiculed me. I could not make fun of him based on what he looks, thinks or how he writes. He is *perfect*. I quickly remembered D's tactic and I did something that abruptly put everything to a screeching halt.
"For you, I wish Hitler finished his job."
You see, Awon is jewish. Not practicing, though. But when I said it, he was devastated. Finally, it shattered everything that we had been fighting for. Of course, over the time, we made up. Awon is one of my dearest friends. I love him to death. I will defend Awon from anything else but I think I have the right to attack him and he has the right to attack me. I'm not encouraging people to use this tactic all the time but sometimes, people needs to use this tactic as the last resort to shock one to back off and think about it.
Was I being over the line? Of course not. Yes, I was being mean. I had to do something to stop it. Do I regret saying that? Yes, of course. But I think it helped us appreciate each other more than ever. And I certainly love Awon. Why do I love Awon? Ask Beth.
Awon, love you babe! You better come to Manhattan on June 25 or Benis and I will divorce you! Mwah, mwah and one more mwah.
R-
Of course, D is very assertive and smart woman. She intervened to protect the woman. And in the process, D became involved in a huge argument with this dude. This dude was so frustrated because D was winning the whole thing. Suddenly, he turned his voice on and stopped signing.
He turned the tables on her and berated her. Confusion ensued. He was taunting her and at the same time, making fun of her because she was not able to understand what he was trying to say. Things got ugly to a point where D got upset, she decided to do something drastic. That I thought she was brave to do that.
She went to her truck and opened her door, ready to escape ... before she could run off, she shouted to get this dude's attention. She shot a comment that caused this dude to go berserk.
"For you, I wish the slavery did not end!"
Needless to say, she left the scene.
Was she over the line?
My opinion is ... no. She did not. She was winning the arguments when the battle was fair between her and this dude. Then he decided to use his voice to oppress her. D has the right to fuck him off by throwing him off the tracks.
Few years later, a similar situation happened to me. Look at me, I'm not attractive. I'm chubby. I'm hairy. I'm 30. My English skills are not great. I try my best. Blah, blah. I did not go to a well-known school like Harvard or Yale.
I got involved in a huge fight with Awon and Benis. Awon is extremely smart, cute and articulate. He goes to a well-known school. Honestly, if Awon and I go to a gay bar, Awon will have a line of men trying to hit on him while I have no one in the line. His writing skills ... just wiped me off the map. Not that I complain. But the fights that we had with each other was purely ridiculous. After I tried my best to explain what was happening, Awon was very upset and resorted to ridicule me based on my appearance, my writing skills et al. It was escalating to a point where I wanted it to stop and it was very demeaning and hurtful.
It is enough that I already acknowledged that I'm not all that. But Awon has everything going for him and yet, he ridiculed me. I could not make fun of him based on what he looks, thinks or how he writes. He is *perfect*. I quickly remembered D's tactic and I did something that abruptly put everything to a screeching halt.
"For you, I wish Hitler finished his job."
You see, Awon is jewish. Not practicing, though. But when I said it, he was devastated. Finally, it shattered everything that we had been fighting for. Of course, over the time, we made up. Awon is one of my dearest friends. I love him to death. I will defend Awon from anything else but I think I have the right to attack him and he has the right to attack me. I'm not encouraging people to use this tactic all the time but sometimes, people needs to use this tactic as the last resort to shock one to back off and think about it.
Was I being over the line? Of course not. Yes, I was being mean. I had to do something to stop it. Do I regret saying that? Yes, of course. But I think it helped us appreciate each other more than ever. And I certainly love Awon. Why do I love Awon? Ask Beth.
Awon, love you babe! You better come to Manhattan on June 25 or Benis and I will divorce you! Mwah, mwah and one more mwah.
R-
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Sssh!
I'm walking on a thin ice. My boss is enjoying this more than I do. Since it is my first time to "see" my program being audited in action, I grimace and grinned throughout the 2-hour meeting. 80% are good, 20% are horrible. That is all I can say.
But it ain't done until Friday. So I'm checking emails for few minutes then walk around -- if my pager vibrated, it could be from my boss telling me to come up to face the representative from the state for some questions.
And by the way, the interpreter is so cute. Too bad, I had a runny nose today. I probably made a fool out of myself, though.
Last night, at Nowhere Bar, one guy kept on kissing me and said I'm the best on the block -- I'm like, "fuck off". This happened right after Web, Cynthia and Benis left.
If I'm up to it, Benis and I might check the event in Times Square as what you'd describe it as "gay networking party". No big deal. I'll just bum around. But God, I need a nap.
R-
But it ain't done until Friday. So I'm checking emails for few minutes then walk around -- if my pager vibrated, it could be from my boss telling me to come up to face the representative from the state for some questions.
And by the way, the interpreter is so cute. Too bad, I had a runny nose today. I probably made a fool out of myself, though.
Last night, at Nowhere Bar, one guy kept on kissing me and said I'm the best on the block -- I'm like, "fuck off". This happened right after Web, Cynthia and Benis left.
If I'm up to it, Benis and I might check the event in Times Square as what you'd describe it as "gay networking party". No big deal. I'll just bum around. But God, I need a nap.
R-
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Insanity Rules
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-
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-
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-
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