Saturday, June 19, 2004

Delanne's Big Day

Delanne Woodall, congratulations.

For this special day and now on, you are now Mrs. Delanne Woodall Hamlow.

See? I am thinking of you when I am not with you. And see? I did not stand up and object when the minister says, "Anyone who objects to this union should stand up ..."

I wish I am there to witness the union for you, Delanne.

Perhaps in time, I shall see you very soon.

Enjoy the day and the days afterwards.

With tons of love,

R-

See ...

I got this from someone via email. It's cute.

R-


See Deaf People can not hear you, but you can see them.

See Deaf People have hands to sign to you,
but you can not sign to them.

That is too bad for you.

See Deaf People are not their fault for losing their hearing,
but you are at your fault for not signing to them.

See Deaf People can do anything with their jobs,
you can not trust them because of their hearing loss.

See Deaf people invent many things,
but you don't take their wonderful ideas.

That is your loss.

See Deaf people are the winner in many ways.

Listen to them carefully....

Friday, June 18, 2004

Finally, It Is Over! My Tormentor Is Done For!

Rejoice! Spread the words to the corners of the world for the audit is *over*! Now I can go back to my normal scheduling where I can hang out with Benis and others for the time being.

After three-day of auditing my program, it seemed to me that two days ago, it was 80% good, 20% bad. But it probably downgraded to 70% good, 30% bad. At least, I'm trying. I am only first-year supervisor. I shall learn and aim to improve. So the result whether how many months I shall receive in order to operate my program will not be disclosed for few weeks. But at least, the audit is *over*.

The beheadings of Americans at the hands of barbaric Islamic extremists repeated the need to return the favor in force. How? Let's grab a Muslim on the street here in the USA and chop their heads off, then announce to the world that we did it. And if they chop an American civilian's head off in Riyadh, so can we in the fuckin' United States of America!

These twerps won't give us the mercy, so will we. Let's seize a Muslim from a taxi here in Manhattan or Chicago or Los Angeles and chop their heads off. LOL. Let's start choppin'! Off with their heads!

It all boils down to who is responsible. Who?

The Saud Family. They are the responsible ones. The royal family of Saudi Arabia belonged to an Islamic sect called the Wahabbism. That sect, Wahabbism with the blessing of the Saud Royal Family, had the freedom to craft the rules in social behavior, education and governmental practices on everyone else.

That sect, Wahabbism, is largely dominated the kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Many Arabs were gullible and brainwashed by these backward Clerics who kept on criticizing the world of being infidels. That sect encouraged their people to be intolerant. That is the keyword here: Tolerance. They encouraged the intolerance.

As much as the Saud Royal Family will deny this, they support the concept of Wahabbism. How? Many Americans and foreigners that lived in Saudi Arabia for jobs, they are required to live in a compound with a 14-foot wall around them to make sure that they do not interact with anyone else. Most extremists in Pakistan came from Saudi Arabia's sect! Look at Iran, they are reasonable people, why? They renounced the sect. Look at Osama bin Laden, he is a devoted Muslim of Wahabbism sect.

So we need to cut the root of all problems. That is to wipe the Saud Royal Family out and to root and kill the Clerics who practiced the Wahabbism. That would send a huge psychological shockwaves throughout the Arabian kingdom and around the world. That Islam can live without Wahabbism.

I don't support the death penalty but in certain stances, I shall support the measures to wipe people out in order to ensure that the future generations can survive with each other.

R-

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Here Is The Flamin' Rose of Texas!

Toto, I think I saw a flamin' rose of Texas running by!

:-)

R-

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-

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-

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-