Thursday, November 11, 2004

Clean Day

It was busy day at work as everyone of us organized the "Clean Day" to organize, screen and clean the office from the top to the bottom, and from the left to the right. It was absolutely riveting and exhausting day for me.

Not only that, the staff also held a surprise Birthday party for four of us. I got a gift certificate to Chapstick Boy's former workplace. Nice, nice, nice. Donna stunned me with a cool apron that she made -- along with my full name on the apron. I rolled my eyes as there is a picture of wallet on the apron. Evidently, the office workers are celebrating the death of my 18 years old wallet and the birth of a new black wallet. Ahh. Thanks! I really did not expect this at all. I thought it was just a casual lunch but sure enough, they pulled the carpet under me and I flipped out.

Thanks for everything! Now, should I take the digital pic of my newly apron that Donna made for the world to see? It is absolutely cool and stunning piece of work! She does not have to do that, though. But she did. That was really cool.

R-

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Amy, Amy, Amy -- Get A Life!

A friend IMmed me today to warn me of someone to plot a prank on me. Sure enough, Amy Kurz announced on her xanga that she is plotting a prank on me. Amy, Amy, Amy -- get a life.

I copied this message that she has on her Xanga site:

"To all other conservative & Republicans...
I did something truly wickedly harmless, yet hilarious prank towards Ridor, a.k.a. Ristard, Retard, Ricky etc...
Stay tuned!
I shall reveal what I've done in no time (perhaps ~2 months)."


Just quit when you are way behind me. You have nothing on me. You have nothing to shock me, or pull anything on me. What you are doing is childish. You are nobody but a tool of bondage, stucked under Jeff's butt all the time.

Let it be known that in college, you told me that you claimed that several well-known modelling agencies wanted to take pictures of you and Emily because you guys are pretty. I smiled but in secrecy, I snickered because you are that fuckin' ugly cow. You'd crack a fuckin' camera.

But that was then, this is now ... I thought you grew up a little. But apparently, you did not. Plotting a prank on me is merely stupid and waste of your time. Go and make use of your time in doing the invisible manuscript that you always claimed to work on.

Enough said, GET A LIFE!

R-

Why Me?

I like Desperate Housewives, it is very interesting show. But something is going on. You can tell that there is something going on. That is good way to tune you in for the next episode and the next ... *sigh*

And yeah, I caved in and did this quiz. It didn't surprise me at all.

Here is the result --

DHgabrielle
Congratulations! You are Gabrielle Solis, the
ex-model with everything she's every wanted a
rich husband, a big house and John, the
17-year-old gardener.

Which Desperate Housewife are you?
brought to you by Quizilla


R-

About Time!

I wrote about my 18-years-old wallet which I complained that I was indecisive in choosing the perfect wallet. And one of my birthday wishes were a new wallet, 'nuff said.

Here is the photo of my 18 years old wallet.



Embarrassing, is it? The faded orange used to be bright orange when Dad forced it upon me when I was a teenager. And I got used to it so much that I couldn't decide which one to buy as of now because this wallet is ready to fall apart.

Many friends cannot stand the sight of my wallet. Especially Char. And she took the action. She bought a new wallet for my birthday gift and forced me to use it -- and guess what? I liked it. I knew she'd do that because she always rolled her eyes when I pulled that wallet out.

The wallet is fabulous. It is bit stiff as of now. Takes time to get my ass to crush it and flatten it as destined to do so!

Here is the new wallet.



Thanks, Char.

R-

P.S. Thanks to LM for the digital pics, such a luxury thing!

Is Sorenson The Next One?

As many Deaf people are getting the cool equipment from Sorenson and/or Sprint to set up the videophone across the nation, I get to do that with my parents recently in Norristown, Pennsylvania.

It was nice to see my parents on the screen.

One thing that threw me off the track was when Dad said, "I met one hearing interpreter whose parents are deaf and lives in DC. She knew who you are. She is pretty and smart. Why don't you have her?"

I stared at Dad, then slowly rolled my eyes ... as if.

I knew the girl. Even if Dad does not remember her name. But I know the girl. Her name is Jen. In fact, Jen told me that she was surprised when Dad asked her if she knew me and she inadvertently nodded. Never mind the ethics, it is OK with me. But the smaller community, the grapevines can be ... like that.

I knew Jen because she is Char's close friend. Jen is also Rayni's sister-in-law. Yes, it is no secret that she is attractive, smart, and gorgeous. Hell, we agreed on a lot of things. But we also agreed that we like penises more than vaginas.

And Dad still do not understand that.

That is OK, though.

But what startled me is that Sorenson or that type may be (or already did) the next wave that surpass the speed of deaf gossips.

Sigh. So be careful with how you say things on that screen. For it may cause a headache in the long run.

Cheers,

R-

Falwell Is Ugly

Jerry Falwell has been ugly all his life. He had no choice but to embrace his evangelical belief to be somebody instead of being nobody. Honest to God, who wants to look at him?! He is awful. He looks bloated. I know him for many years, I lived in Virginia -- every Sunday morning is a morning of Terror for me. I had to endure the television broadcast of his rantings at Thomas Road Baptist Church every Sunday morning.

He siphoned money off from the poor and and built himself an empire of his own -- his church, his university, his mansion, his ugly children and his gullible wife and friends.

He tried to sue Larry Flynt who made fun of Jerry in his adult magazine -- if Jerry sued him, that means what? Jerry had to read the magazine to know why he sued Larry in the first place. That means what? Jerry probably subscribed the adult magazines, much to my chagrin!

Anyway, he popped back in the media once again, saying that he'll set up an army of "evangelical traditionalists" pertaining to morals and values, by using the evangelical voters to battle women rights, gays and minorities.

I guess Jerry wanted to go back to 1950s where women are silent when men can rape, abuse and molest women and children and nothing was being done to protect women and children back then.

That, to me, is their concept of traditional and moral values.

I say, let's move on and change the values for everyone, not theirs.

Get with the program.

R-

Cold Is Sexy

Time to confess something. I love the cold. Not that blistering cold like the Arctic climate. Just cold enough to make you put a sweatshirt, sweater or a coat on. I love it 'cuz you get to hug someone to keep warm. Just to feel the cold stiff on my ears. And to feel it un-stiff when you step inside the building is exhilarating.

So essentially, cold is sexy.

Speaking of sexy, I'm baffled that among the Top News Stories was an article about Tennis player Serena Williams saying that Maria Shaparova is sexy. That is all. And the media made it a big deal. So what? It is silly.

And honestly, what do you think of this: Lusting for Jesus -- I personally think it's nuts.

Oh, I am amused when I stumbled on a comment by Amy Kurz who wrote that I'm "an out of control guy". I'll take that as a compliment. Amy, I rather to be like that than to be your friend.

R-