I've decided that I'm going to explore the possibilities of launching a business on my own -- I'm going to figure out a way to set up my private bed and breakfast inn, perhaps somewhere in Northeastern Pennsylvania.
I'd like it to be cozy, beautiful and friendly-accessible to everyone else. Perhaps I can check out the possibilities of locating a nice home in or near New Hope, Pennsylvania. Why Pennsylvania? Because it is kinda central to every major city: Philadelphia, Harrisburg, New York, Baltimore and Washington.
Yeah, that is it.
I'm going to explore the chances.
Why? I am not looking to be a millionaire. I am looking for some kind of stability. Some kind of content. Some kind of pride. I loved the idea of BnB.
What else would I enjoy to chat and host the friends all over the world on every weekend? The BnB is the "that".
Cheers,
R-
Monday, October 25, 2004
Some Pics From The House Party
Sorry, guys. I know. I am ugly. That "fugly". But that is me.
R-
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Ben Kennedy is hot. Last night, I surfed the site meter and came across to his blog. He's my type. But again, I probably freak him out if he ever comes across my blog once again. Maybe it is my loss, maybe not. Who is he? Well, surf it away and find him. Remember this -- I saw him 1st.
Some people wanted to know why I preferred Kerry over Bush. It is all about common sense. Lambykins wondered why I preferred Kerry over Bush in terms of the long-term goals. Two words: Supreme Court.
It is no secret that three judges are contemplating about retiring in the next four years. It is imperative and critical that we have reasonable judges to rule the decisions that affected the individuals and groups' rights. We cannot permit Bush to install the conservative judges that supported his right-wing views. That is utterly unfathomable thing to do. By permitting Bush to do this, we set our country 50 years back in the past, especially with the minorities' rights.
We need to put the so-called "activist" (whom Bush once called the Massachusetts Supreme Court) judges on the panel where they can rule the decisions based on what the Constitution is all about, not these right-wing zealots' desires or fantasies. My rights are not my privileges. It shall not be taken away by these people like Bush. By putting Kerry in White House, the common sense shall prevail, especially when it comes to install the judges on the Supreme Court.
R-
Some people wanted to know why I preferred Kerry over Bush. It is all about common sense. Lambykins wondered why I preferred Kerry over Bush in terms of the long-term goals. Two words: Supreme Court.
It is no secret that three judges are contemplating about retiring in the next four years. It is imperative and critical that we have reasonable judges to rule the decisions that affected the individuals and groups' rights. We cannot permit Bush to install the conservative judges that supported his right-wing views. That is utterly unfathomable thing to do. By permitting Bush to do this, we set our country 50 years back in the past, especially with the minorities' rights.
We need to put the so-called "activist" (whom Bush once called the Massachusetts Supreme Court) judges on the panel where they can rule the decisions based on what the Constitution is all about, not these right-wing zealots' desires or fantasies. My rights are not my privileges. It shall not be taken away by these people like Bush. By putting Kerry in White House, the common sense shall prevail, especially when it comes to install the judges on the Supreme Court.
R-
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Morgan Spurlock Is The One
I watched the DVD film this morning, "Super-Size Me!" Interesting film. Yeah, the documentary film is riveting, to say the least. But Morgan Spurlock is cute, charming with beautiful eyes. Very easy to look at. In fact, when he smirked and stared at the camera, I go insane. Loved his All-American underwear. The way he smiles, it made me want to hump him right now. Oh, man.
Last night was great. Merritt and I went to Titan Bar and the place had Deafies outnumbered the hearing customers all night long. It was fun. Several dramas ensued, of course. Guess who I saw at the Titan Bar? Berna(rd)! Rosey! Larry! Cliff! Billy!
Suffice to say, I nearly caused a pandemonium in the bathroom with Rosey witnessing after tossing a wet paper towel into the bathroom stall with two guys inside. Let's leave this at that.
Shortly, Merritt and I sneaked to a new bar called Halo which I heard that it is very popular in DuPont Circle, the only bar in the District that does not allow smoking at all. The bar rocks. I was impressed.
Later, some guys went to Velvet. Not my thing. Did not want to pop an X and go on a trip. Nah.
Now, it's time to head back to Manhattan.
I had been thinking a lot about few things, especially with the long-term goals. I am determined to do something interesting. Will follow up on this subject sooner than you think.
Cheers,
R-
Last night was great. Merritt and I went to Titan Bar and the place had Deafies outnumbered the hearing customers all night long. It was fun. Several dramas ensued, of course. Guess who I saw at the Titan Bar? Berna(rd)! Rosey! Larry! Cliff! Billy!
Suffice to say, I nearly caused a pandemonium in the bathroom with Rosey witnessing after tossing a wet paper towel into the bathroom stall with two guys inside. Let's leave this at that.
Shortly, Merritt and I sneaked to a new bar called Halo which I heard that it is very popular in DuPont Circle, the only bar in the District that does not allow smoking at all. The bar rocks. I was impressed.
Later, some guys went to Velvet. Not my thing. Did not want to pop an X and go on a trip. Nah.
Now, it's time to head back to Manhattan.
I had been thinking a lot about few things, especially with the long-term goals. I am determined to do something interesting. Will follow up on this subject sooner than you think.
Cheers,
R-
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Our Thoughts
I had a long dinner with Nanc last night about things in life. Basically, we laughed, laughed and laughed -- in fact, we were talking about a deaf guy who was arrested and prosecuted for sexual assault. I mentioned that he also has a photo of himself on state sex offender's list. Then few minutes later, the same guy we were talking about entered the restaurant.
We were horrified that we were talking about the same person! They sat right next to us. The fates can be so cruel, sometimes. Regardless of what happened, Nanc and I had a good conversation. Caught up with everything else.
Saw many old friends at Gallaudet. But I must admit that there are so many unfamiliar faces which is sad. It is a sign of changes. Time changed. People changed. Life moves on. Oh, I must add that the neighborhood is no longer considered as a ghetto. The area is very vibrant. Very alive.
Merritt is right. He snapped, "Did you notice that many deaf gay guys who are very good-looking tend to be uneducated, stupid and pathetic?" I thought about it -- he was right. In general, I also noticed that as well. I also mentioned to him that hearing gay guys tend to chase after these guys because the uneducated deaf guys tend to be passive, thus making it much easier for the hearing guys to intimidate and control. He nodded, we sighed.
We went to the house party hosted by gay guys -- had a good time. Blah, blah, blah and blah. I ended up getting drunk. Had to retch outside. There were few dramas -- few deaf straight guys were escorted out of the party after making a loud, raucous homophobic statements. Much has changed, so much has remained the same.
Tonight, as I am waiting for Merritt to complete his hour-long (or two?) make-up to get ready for the Eye Party at Titan Bar. I look forward to see old friends as well as few enemies. Chalk it up for another night of drama in Washington.
Oh, one funny thing ... Mark, being drunk and aloof at the same time, delivered the funniest word last night by accident. Mark was wondering where Berna is, as he asked me, "Where is Bernard?"
I flinched and nearly shot the beer out of my nose.
R-
We were horrified that we were talking about the same person! They sat right next to us. The fates can be so cruel, sometimes. Regardless of what happened, Nanc and I had a good conversation. Caught up with everything else.
Saw many old friends at Gallaudet. But I must admit that there are so many unfamiliar faces which is sad. It is a sign of changes. Time changed. People changed. Life moves on. Oh, I must add that the neighborhood is no longer considered as a ghetto. The area is very vibrant. Very alive.
Merritt is right. He snapped, "Did you notice that many deaf gay guys who are very good-looking tend to be uneducated, stupid and pathetic?" I thought about it -- he was right. In general, I also noticed that as well. I also mentioned to him that hearing gay guys tend to chase after these guys because the uneducated deaf guys tend to be passive, thus making it much easier for the hearing guys to intimidate and control. He nodded, we sighed.
We went to the house party hosted by gay guys -- had a good time. Blah, blah, blah and blah. I ended up getting drunk. Had to retch outside. There were few dramas -- few deaf straight guys were escorted out of the party after making a loud, raucous homophobic statements. Much has changed, so much has remained the same.
Tonight, as I am waiting for Merritt to complete his hour-long (or two?) make-up to get ready for the Eye Party at Titan Bar. I look forward to see old friends as well as few enemies. Chalk it up for another night of drama in Washington.
Oh, one funny thing ... Mark, being drunk and aloof at the same time, delivered the funniest word last night by accident. Mark was wondering where Berna is, as he asked me, "Where is Bernard?"
I flinched and nearly shot the beer out of my nose.
R-
Friday, October 22, 2004
What A Thursday!
I arrived in The District's Chinatown section at 9:20 PM. Thank God for these little pagers, be it sidekick, blackberry et al -- they practically helped me and Deafies tremendously in communicating to work out the last-minute changes.
Off to Green Lantern with Manny, Joey and Mike -- it was good to be back. Saw some familiar guys -- don't they ever leave the town? Darn, I hadn't seen the fool, Rob. I'd LOVE to 005 him. Oh, well. I get to see many old friends and familiar faces. Toby, Masa, Lee, Mark, Vic, Richard and many more. I was bit stunned when I came to the counter -- the bartender still knew my drink after a year of absence at Green Lantern! Some old things never change.
Buck bolted in the bar and saw me, he rolled his eyes and said, "My god! Ricky Never Dies!" That was funny line. Thanks, Buck.
After we took advantage of free drinks at Green Lantern, I was bit buzzed -- I was talking to Manny, I think. Then during the 'talk', my hand knocked the Bud Lite bottle off the table. It was smashed completely. Ahh, time to flee the bar -- the group emigrated to Apex where I used an old college ID to get in for free. So typical of a cheapskate, is it?
I ran into Kiki, he looked fabulous. I ran into some people that I knew but do not know their names. There were about 80 to 100 Deaf people running amok the bar/club.
After that, we dominated SoHo. I was famished -- then crashed at Merritt's palace. God, I am still famished. I'm heading down to Metro and ride the red line to the new station -- New York Avenue / Gallaudet Metro Station. That is something to see, is it?
Cheers,
R-
Off to Green Lantern with Manny, Joey and Mike -- it was good to be back. Saw some familiar guys -- don't they ever leave the town? Darn, I hadn't seen the fool, Rob. I'd LOVE to 005 him. Oh, well. I get to see many old friends and familiar faces. Toby, Masa, Lee, Mark, Vic, Richard and many more. I was bit stunned when I came to the counter -- the bartender still knew my drink after a year of absence at Green Lantern! Some old things never change.
Buck bolted in the bar and saw me, he rolled his eyes and said, "My god! Ricky Never Dies!" That was funny line. Thanks, Buck.
After we took advantage of free drinks at Green Lantern, I was bit buzzed -- I was talking to Manny, I think. Then during the 'talk', my hand knocked the Bud Lite bottle off the table. It was smashed completely. Ahh, time to flee the bar -- the group emigrated to Apex where I used an old college ID to get in for free. So typical of a cheapskate, is it?
I ran into Kiki, he looked fabulous. I ran into some people that I knew but do not know their names. There were about 80 to 100 Deaf people running amok the bar/club.
After that, we dominated SoHo. I was famished -- then crashed at Merritt's palace. God, I am still famished. I'm heading down to Metro and ride the red line to the new station -- New York Avenue / Gallaudet Metro Station. That is something to see, is it?
Cheers,
R-
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Off to the District! Be afraid, be very afraid.
Just finished the paperworks at work, am heading back home to pick up the bag -- then off to Chinatown for the bus en route to Washington. As someone would say, "Onward, Lord Emperor!"
I feel I should include something about my Hrandparents. When I was 4 or so, my parents took us all to Big Stone Gap (Trudy, try to find the town), Virginia -- a tiny town of 4,000 pocketed deeply in the mountainous region of the Appalachian mountains. When we arrived very late, I saw an elderly woman with white hair standing on the proch, inhaling the cigarette. Who's that freak, I wonder.
My mother said, "That is your grandma!"
"But my grandma is deaf, she is in Richmond -- not her!"
"you got two -- all grandchildren has two sets of grandparents."
I stared with wary. Oh, fuck. She cannot sign. She only talked with her voice. In the kitchen, I could feel the vibrations where she boomed with her voice, yelling at my father who nodded. Then she grabbed my chin and made me look at her while she talked to me. I didn't understand what she was trying to say.
Mom stood behind her and said, "Just nod, just nod."
I nodded, she lets me go. That Hrandma is total weirdo and bitch.
Later, she walked around the house (I just visited the home few years ago -- it's so fuckin' tiny!) -- and I followed her around. Later, she was in the bathroom staring at the mirror. I crept in and looked at her with curiosity.
Then I saw her pulling her teeth out.
Oh, fuck. I wailed and ran to my mom's arms, terrorized by the fact that my Hrandma pulled her teeth out in very casual way. Mom frantically explained that Hrandma has dentures. Dad was laughing hysterically. Hrandma was horrified and hurt that I freaked out by that.
Oh, I was only 4. Give me a break!
R-
I feel I should include something about my Hrandparents. When I was 4 or so, my parents took us all to Big Stone Gap (Trudy, try to find the town), Virginia -- a tiny town of 4,000 pocketed deeply in the mountainous region of the Appalachian mountains. When we arrived very late, I saw an elderly woman with white hair standing on the proch, inhaling the cigarette. Who's that freak, I wonder.
My mother said, "That is your grandma!"
"But my grandma is deaf, she is in Richmond -- not her!"
"you got two -- all grandchildren has two sets of grandparents."
I stared with wary. Oh, fuck. She cannot sign. She only talked with her voice. In the kitchen, I could feel the vibrations where she boomed with her voice, yelling at my father who nodded. Then she grabbed my chin and made me look at her while she talked to me. I didn't understand what she was trying to say.
Mom stood behind her and said, "Just nod, just nod."
I nodded, she lets me go. That Hrandma is total weirdo and bitch.
Later, she walked around the house (I just visited the home few years ago -- it's so fuckin' tiny!) -- and I followed her around. Later, she was in the bathroom staring at the mirror. I crept in and looked at her with curiosity.
Then I saw her pulling her teeth out.
Oh, fuck. I wailed and ran to my mom's arms, terrorized by the fact that my Hrandma pulled her teeth out in very casual way. Mom frantically explained that Hrandma has dentures. Dad was laughing hysterically. Hrandma was horrified and hurt that I freaked out by that.
Oh, I was only 4. Give me a break!
R-
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