Har har?

Check this out -- have fun reading this bizarre crap.

On other hand, I'm trying so hard to follow Ann Coulter's book. Somebody please tell her that there are conservative Democrats, there are liberal Republicans. Liberals do not conform to one party, for god's sake.

And as much as I support this country, I do not think we should force the students in schools to do the pledge of allegiance. It is so un-American to force others to do that.

And this morning, I saw Ann Coulter spewing her boring rhetoric rants about John Kerry. She said that John Kerry is the male version of Anna Nicole Smith. What? Well, I enjoyed watching her on her reality show two years ago -- I thought she was hilarious, opinionated and All-American girl. She was simply great!

Basically, that bitch needs to get a life. But again, so do I.

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So Much For Your National Security

Chris, Shane and I left Hanover and drove down on Interstate 91. An odd thing happened, just before the intersection of 89 and 91 ... there was a line of cars slowing down in a straight line. I was sitting in the back -- I quickly pulled the seat belt on because I saw the police cars parking by the highway.

I was wrong. It was the United States Borders Patrol!! One officer asked Chris and Shane about something else -- and they answered. That officer then turned to look at me and started to speak to me. I gestured that I cannot hear. The officer nodded and motioned Chris to go.

Suddenly, Chris and Shane turned to look at me and said, "What did you say?"

I mentioned that I just told her that I'm deaf. Shane said, "The officer said you just answered her question!!"

I asked Shane, "What was the question?"

"She asked if you're American citizen?"

I was perplexed and told Shane, "But I just told her that I'm deaf. How can I answer that question?" Shane shrugged -- I asked why did they patrol on the interstate highway -- "Probably terrorism with election? I dunno."

So much for our national security.

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Part 2 from Hanover!

See? The Mac computers are everywhere -- even in the lobby of Hanover Inn. Awesome.

Went to the D-GALA Cocktail Party. One drunkard woman came to us and asked us what "D-GALA" stands for.

Chris uttered, "Dartmouth - Gay And Lesbians Alumni" -- the woman flinched and said, "Oh, sweet God, I'm so proud of you all."

Chris broke into hysterical laughter. I met some interesting folks. One thing led to the other, we were invited to a fancy banquet -- like the ones you had at Kellogg Conference Center.

No dime was spared.

Now, we are taking Chris to bed -- because he is too fucked up to handle himself. Sigh.

I found out that Dartmouth College only has 4,500 students but I really liked this town. I'm truly impressed.

Off to loiter with ... I forgot his name. Fuck. He's cute and adorable as hell. Hope he'll like me. If not, c'est la vie.

R-

Greetings from Hanover, New Hampshire

I swear there are Mac computers EVERYWHERE in this town -- you can find it in every corner of every Dartmouth building, literally!

Dartmouth College is beautiful. Hanover is tiny, college town with no fast food restaurants in sight. Connecticut River is right there down the hill. I also learned that Hanover is on the Appalachian Trail, it mentioned that it is 534 miles away from Mt. Katahdin in Maine.

The students here at Dartmouth, especially men, are gorgeous. I think the administration screened the obese or fatty people out before getting in this school -- I swear I hadn't seen a fat guy here. I may be the only person here who has a gut sticking out. I need to go to the Equinox with Benis immediately when I get back to Manhattan.

Hanover Inn is owned by Dartmouth College, it has a tunnel to another building which contains the student union as well as the cafeteria. Plenty of eye candy for me to enjoy.

I have few minutes left to blog and tell what I am doing in this town -- like I said, the Mac computers are EVERYWHERE!

Webster Hall, one of several libraries on the campus, has a huge collection of rare books. When I entered the Webster Hall, I saw a book shelves that goes about 4 stories high -- and right outside of the book shelves has a glass encased around it -- like a fortress to preserve the rare books. It was a sight to behold.

Visiting an Ivy league school like Dartmouth College is humbling experience, I must admit. It puts Gallaudet to shame as well as RIT. LOL.

I had a great massage this morning at the "Advanced Bodywork Institute of Vermont". I got a million knots everywhere in my body. I must admit that this was the first time I got a massage that does not come with sex.

We went to Quechee Gorge this morning -- wow. It is a beautiful sight. Tonight, we will go to the Cocktail Party and ... who knows what happens next?

Cheers,

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Just Arrived

Update from Hanover, NH -- it is tiny town. Very nice. Just few seconds to tell what I think of this place.

I did not know that Hanover Inn is right across from Dartmouth College. In fact, right off the steps of Hanover Inn, there are assortments of bars that you'd find in any college-town.

And so far, I'm enjoying the sights of geeks and bullshit like that.

One thing that made me notice is that Dartmouth is pro-Mac. No place have I seen more Mac -- in fact, I hadn't seen any Windows around.

And the library is quite impressive. Will discuss more about it later -- !

All in all, Hanover seems to be a town for people who has money. Ahh!

But that's OK with me. Gotta go -- and hit the bars with Chris & Shane.

Cheers,

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Final Score: 389 to 30

In a night where almost nothing goes right for me, things seemed to right itself out in the end if you back off and let it flow on its own.

In New York, Equinox is a gymnasium reserved for people who has money. Benis is now pursued by an agency whom many regarded as the most sought after. They lavished on Benis to clean himself up a little and buff himself a little by signing him up for tanning, waxing and workout at Equinox. Benis explained to The Boss that he does not want to work out alone at a gymnasium in a new city, can he brings a friend as well? The Boss then issued one for ... me. I was speechless and surprised. Benis, we will work out together. Thanks and good luck, baby.

Later in the evening, Cyn and Benis became nervous and decided to drink Absolut Vodka with Cranberry Juice a little to alleviate the jittery of playing on Faggot Feud at XL Bar. It didn't calm their jittery. Our first choice interpreter had an emergency situation that required her to be at somewhere else. So Aaron ended up interpreting for us. It was difficult thing to handle because the lights were blaring on us and I tried the best to read his signs in the midst of heavy lights and apparently, the bar also has a fog machine which clouds the visibility for me to read the interpreter at times.

Enterainers Richie Rich and Amanda LePore pulled an interesting introduction, throwing comments against each other in an affectionate manner. Then Richie Rich said something that made me respect him even more, "For the first time in history of Faggot Feud, we will have a deaf, but not blind, deaf team competing tonight. Come over!"

Surdus, Benis, Cyn and I got on the stage -- we had some struggles with where the interpreter is to position -- because of light problems. But it eventually ironed itself out -- but Cyn kept on getting giddy and shove my left arm repeatedly without giving me a break. Tried all tricks to shut her up was not successful. I noticed that Benis and Cyn fed each other off on jitteries. That really made me bit annoyed and frustrated at times. I was the captain of the team. Amanda asked each contestant their names, their backgrounds, and few questions. She asked me how I had been doing. I shot back, "I'm good, but except that I'm annoyed with everyone else today."

Amanda cooed, "Yes, we all get annoyed all the time, but I'm sure I did not annoy you?" I giggled. She asked me if I'm top or bottom. "Top," I said. Benis interrupted that I was lying and that I was versatile. Cyn agreed. I was baffled.

Timeout: Actually, I'm probably 80% Top, 20% Bottom. If I feel comfortable and in love with someone else, I'll bottom. But otherwise, I prefer to top. Yes, that is too much information. But I had to defend myself, really.

I stared at Benis while Amanda talked to Cyn. I told Benis, "Did you realize that by telling Amanda and everyone else in the audience that I am versatile, people will think we did play together?" Benis had his hand on his mouth, "Oh. But actually, come to think of this, if we are together, you'd let me fuck you, right?" I smiled. He's right.

Then I saw Amanda asking Cyn if she's Top or Bottom -- Cyn resoundingly answered that she is versatile. The audience erupted in loud cheers and applauses. Benis was the last one to be interviewed -- as I was being distracted by Cyn's repeated shoves -- Richie Rich said that he saw Benis earlier in the day on the subway and had an instant crush on Benis. Blah, blah.

I get to play first, I was bit confused with the game rules and to stomp the light -- result is that the girl beats me to it. The hearing team messed up with the answers and left the game to us -- we answered it all right and won the first round, 64-0. In the 2nd round, we fucked it up. And they won 30 points. Then in the 3rd round, the hearing team picked many correct words but they also striked themselves out after 3rd mistake -- then they asked me to give one answer -- if I got it right, I steal their points. I am not sure which one I answered but it was correct. Then it was good enough to roll up to a 128-30 lead. Then in 4th & 5th round, we just demolished them, 389-30.

The truth is that we were dazzled, confused and bit heavy buzzed by the whole drama. Amanda and Richie tried to pull Benis pants down but he declined -- good for Benis! He's not cheap. Even Richie commented, "I like that."

At one point, we had to identify anything that we wears that starts with "S" -- I said swimming suits. They asked me, "Like Speedos, etc?" I nodded. Bingo, we won. Anyway, Amanda asked me if I liked Speedos. I said, "No." She said, "Then what do you like?" I said, "I like baggy shorts." Amanda, "Plenty for you to imagine what is in it for you?" I said, "Exactly what I liked!"

Then in the bonus round, I was too distracted by the persistent shoves and I decided to insert Surdus and Benis in the bonus round to win money out of $200 possibility. We won $178.

After that, we were deluded with congratulations, stares, free drinks and chats with Richie Rich and Amanda LePore and few others. About 15 deaf people were there as well. I think we made an impression on the audience that we can compete and wipe them off the map. Later, I thanked the XL Manager for giving us a chance to play. It was good experience.

All in all, it was great night. Crazy but fun.

Up next is a getaway from Gotham City for the weekend! Yahoo!!

Cheers,

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Food For Your Own Thoughts

Dad blames Bush for his son's death -- When the United States, Great Britain and Soviet Union crushed Germany, they were quick to set up the system where the masses can seek for food, health and so on. The result is that the Nazis did not have a chance to encourage the masses to resist and wage the cat-and-mouse games with these three nations. How? One has to plan ahead for the future right after the post-war. GW Bush and his administration, especially Rumsfeld, blundered by allowing the lootings, unable to restore electricity, unable to provide the basic necessities for several days. GW Bush and his cronies sent the Armed Forces to seize the oil industries as the primary targets instead of attending to the masses' needs. They insist that to operate the oil industry, Iraq can help its own people. Who gives a fuck about that? The first 10 days were crucial in cutting the stem of doubts whether if the Iraqi War was good or not. It is no secret that they failed miserably.

The result is frequent bombings, beheadings, kidnappings and a lot of tensions among the ethnic and religious groups. I'm sure that Eisenhower, Roosevelt, Churchill and Stalin would look at the situation in rather disappointing approach. Bush has his chance to prove it -- but he blew it when he ordered the Armed Forces to secure and guard the oil industries and ignore the lootings. People in Iraq looked at this clearly -- "They wanted our oil!" People in Baghdad still complained that there are frequent blackouts. Why is it not taken care of? Inexcusable.

Yes, Iraqis may be grateful for the removal of Saddam but they still regard us as the ones who occupied their country. Even if we already turned the government to Iraqi's hands, many still said that they are the puppets of US' whims. I really cannot blame them.

Al-Zarqawi gambled to play the cat-and-mouse games with the Armed Forces and so far, he is successful in driving people nuts. We could not find Osama bin Laden who is 6'5 tall, we could not find Muhammad Omar who has one eye and what makes Bush and his cronies that they'll find Al-Zarqawi?

Cheers to Michael Rogers for identifying another hypocritical fag in the Republican National Committee along with Jay Banning, his name is Dan Gurley, he is the Deputy Political Director and National Field Director of Republican National Committee. How can one works for a group that adopted the platform that goes against one is beyond me.

Enough about the politics, I'm going to hop on another subject -- which is close to Merritt and Delanne's heart. It was reported that Mount St. Helens is slated to erupt in the next few days. Delanne, be careful and check the sky when it happened -- be sure to take some pictures of the eruption. It should be interesting experience for you, Delanne.

Tonight is the one -- Benis, Surdus, Cyn and I will venture out to XL Bar to participate in Faggot Feud versus whoever challenged us! Hope we win! And it'll be surreal experience to observe the masses and LePore's antics. Before going to the XL Bar, I'll nap. I'm practically worn out at work -- so much things to do, so little time to do. C'est la vie. Which is good thing because this weekend, I am getting out of the city to recuperate.

For some people, why did I say Dorian Yanke is dead? Well, he is just a prick that nagged me like gnats do to a person a long time ago -- when he graduated and moved on with his life, he dissipated over the time. Nobody really cares about him. To me, he is truly dead. I do not care nor have the desire to hear what's up with his life. When someone mentioned about the twinkies, it reminded me of Dorian's freshman year. He was arrogant prick, 'nuff said. I was chatting with Nanc and he walked by and tossed the twinkies onto my lap. I personally preferred cupcakes, but this twinkies are disgusting. He said, "The machine gave me wrong one, so I figured you wanted this." I tossed it back to him and said, "No, I don't want it."

From there, he has been relentlessly calling me these names associated with twinkies. Then one day, Dorian's sister, Myra and I ended up roommates -- she is a great roommate. I enjoyed her tremendously and she also agreed with me to forbade this boy from entering our townhouse. It was a good payback as there were several times which he came by and begged and I still refused. Granted, he is intelligent and handsome but he wasted it by insulting people around him relentlessly. You know, when he took his shirt off, I thought his nipples were bit ... odd. Guys, agree or not?

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