One Smart Here, There Is Always Five More Fools

Please read "Sunnygt" from a particular forum who commented:

Well, well, well....what can I say? That's stoopid. Oh for cryin' out loud! Why would anyone demand such a thing? This guy and others like him better shape up because the world as he pointed out is the hearing world and believe me they ain't gonna just drop everything and learn ASL. Get with the program or the program will get you! Psst....somebody oughta tell him that if he is polite to hearing and show them a few signs they might take a shine and be interested.

Don't be so naive. When they shined and became interested, studied ASL and decided to charge you to interpret, please tell me that you are pleased with their progress. I rather to teach them wrong signs for words so that they can walk around like little fools. I personally think it is waste of my time to make an effort to reach out to hearies -- I was not born to educate or help them. If they are interested, go to the ASL classes. I have several hearing friends, but that is it. I don't want to be a dog like you, sunnygt, to pant and brownnose for their attention. If you want to pant for some attention, be my guest.

I just learned that Deafreedom.com is a forum full of anti-ASL, anti-Deaf Culture and anti-Deaf Pride. Its forum was set up to counter another forum that deals with pro-ASL and pro-Deaf Culture. McCock is part of Deafreedom.com -- if they are anti-Deaf stuff, why bother to add "Deaf" on it -- just assimilate and be a hearie wannabe for all I care. Make us laugh, please.

Jason gave me the link to the most despicable and stereotypical article ever written by hearing person on Deaf people. Of course, there are always bad apples (Look at McCock and the Kurzs, for good example) in the barrel. But not all of us are like that. This lowlife bitch probably met wrong people and did not have a chance to meet sophisticated Deaf people. But again, not our loss, it is her loss.

Yes, the average Deaf students completed high school at 4th grade level in reading and writing. But again, look at the bright side, the average hearing students graduated high school at 12th grade level 5th grade level in reading and writing. One big fucking grade difference? What a fucking accomplishment!! My god, hearies are really THAT smart -- go and apply at Harvard for all I care.

Again, again and again, all persons (hearing or Deaf) has to earn my respect in order to be treated with courtesy and dignity. But history already proved again, again and again that hearing people always fucked it up in almost everything from the individual rights to education to employment. They have to do it a little more to prove themselves in the process if they wanted to be treated with respect and dignity. I do not condemn them but I am always cautious. Wary. Tough luck but that is my right to do so. I care less if you condemn me for doing this. Save yourself the effort from commenting on that subject -- nothing you will change my mind on that.

I am not going to brownose my way around them like a dog. If they wanted my opinion, I'll dish it out as it is. But do not expect me to brownose or pant like a dog. Because it will never happen. Never will.

My problem? No. Their problem. If you want to make it your problem, be my guest.

Another pet peeve of mine came from people who believed that being gay is a lifestyle choice. It is not a choice, you dumbfuck. If it was a choice, do you truly think I wanted to be gay, considering the risks that I have to endure the homophobic behavior perpetuated by idiotic, ignorant bigots?

But I came to accept to be like that, and I look at it as a blessing because it excluded me from being one of "them". Looking at "them" made me chuckle at times. I'm constantly amazed at their ignorance. Their persistence in believing that it is a choice is ... hilarious.

On light note:

Last night, I think I chatted with John Cusack or someone who looked like him at O.W. Bar in Midtown. He's nice fellow, though. We chatted on a wide range of subjects which was very nice. But he kept on steering back to the film subject repeatedly that made me suspect it could be John.

And don't you guys think this picture is cute? It makes me want to wipe the peanut butter off of his cheek, does it makes you want to? I know Alex is going to murder me.

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Abstinence Do Not Work

This just takes the cake.

I was checking my sitemeter and was annoyed that this fucker, mcconnell, has been talking to others about my entries at times on a forum reserved for "Republicans and conservatives".

Freedom is only good when each person respects others' liberties. But no, they cry "freedom" and trample people's rights to protect THEIR rights and interests. People who cried "freedom" made me guffaw so hard.

Abstinence do not work for millions of people. It does not. The logic is that one can abstain and wank off in the bathroom, it can be done. But will it happen *all* the time? No. People, especially teenagers, eventually will find a way to fuck.

But this mcconnell wrote the most retarded commentary of his lifetime. I look forward to read more of his retarded comments in the future because it makes me laugh so hard.

Here is what he wrote:

Abstinence does work for everyone. Period. What doesn't work is for them not to adhere to it. And for those practicing with multiple partners are simply begging for it. Pure and simple.

Nobody going to die abstaining. Doing otherwise is risking your life and comfort.

Reckless lifestyles do not deserve my sympathy. If they knew the risk and they get it, they get it. They die just like the rest of them. Don't like it? Tough. C'est la vie.

That is the whole point -- mcconnell feels that if one did not abstain, they deserved to be infected. I think abstinence does not work. It is better to provide an accurate information on how to protect yourself from getting the sexually transmitted infections. Obviously, mcconnell does not care about that. He rathers for them to be infected if they did not abstain. I don't care if they abstain or not, I rather for them to use protections at all costs. That is the difference between me and mcconnell.

Maybe mcconnell is one of these dudes who never had a chance to hump when he was in high school and finally opened his pants before some woman who wandered into his life. That poor woman who married him might find that he has less than an inch of penis. Maybe that is why he resented people who had sex before marriage, and that they had better tools to use.

Either way, his penis size is his own. Not mine, but I certainly hope that he'll see the light at the end of tunnel when his three daughters are sexually active and disregard the concept of abstinence.

I'm sick of people like that who thinks abstinence do works. Ugh.

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Chop!

Last night, I picked up the keys to The Palace of 152nd Street and Broadway. I walked down the street in light rain -- I always complained that rainy in New York is very messy. I was busy typing on my blackberry with a friend of mine, suddenly ... one deaf African-American woman tapped on my left arm to tell me that she likes my blackberry pager. I smiled and thanked her for her compliments.

"Do you have 75 cents?"

That was her second comment. I ignored her and walked away into the subway station. I hate people like that, trying to use a compliment in order to get one's attention to solicit. So wrong.

I forgot to mention that I went to The Phoenix to confront Troy, the manager about Jim the Bartender. Suffice to say, Troy apologized profusely about Jim's behavior and will have a serious talk with Jim. If Jim does it again, I'll be sure to call the Consumers Affairs to shut down the business. Jim, don't ever fuck with me!

Last night at MONSTERS, Mikey mentioned that he's not visiting, he's moving back to Manhattan. Apparently, he gave up on Los Angeles. Mikey bellowed, "That town has no culture, motherfucker! All you can see is Mexicans everywhere else! It is so fucking boring! I prefer Manhattan!"

One guy told Mikey's friend that he thought someone was cute. Mikey flinched. That someone was me. I was bit taken back by what he said and grinned before Mikey slapped my back and said, "SAY SOMETHING!"

"Thanks," That is all I can say at that moment and thought of. But who cares about that?

Ahh, time to enjoy some choppin' moment. Enjoy!

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Few Tidbits

MURVIN RETURNS: Mikey paged me today that he's back in town. I was jolted by the message. Tonight, we shall meet to loiter and catch up with the news. He said he's in town 'til 14th. That means ... partyin' time!

RIDOR IS MOVING ... AGAIN: Yes, you got it right. I got a nice place to live on 152nd Street and Broadway, between Washington Heights and Harlem. Few blocks away, I can see the massive Yankee Stadium right across the East River in The Bronx. Such a spectacular view. Perlis is going to be my roommate along with Lenny. Which is very nice because I will be able to see my friends nearby on the West Side from 55 Street to 179 Street all on one line of subway train. Now I will not have to switch to another line on several occasions just to see someone else. Only one. Very nice.

PETER & ME WILL SEE BEARCUB: Peter and I will take a timeout from hanging out at bars and see the film probably on Monday or Tuesday evening. Peter is cute. I heard a lot of positive things about the film so I'm looking forwarded to see Bear Cub. It should be fun, though.

VIRGINIA VS. OLD DOMINION: One of the nation's oldest intrastate rivals in women's collegiate basketball is Virginia-Old Dominion. Started a month after I was born in 1973, Old Dominion led the series 16-10, but since 1985, Virginia has won 7 out of 10 games. Tomorrow night, Virginia will play Old Dominion for 27th time in 31 years. Go Cavs!

VSDB TO BE CONSOLIDATED: The state, of course, ran by hearies decided that spending $70 million to renovate on my alma mater was too expensive than spending $230 million on renovating the State Capital in Richmond. So they voted and supported the plan to consolidate two schools for the deaf in Hampton and Staunton and relocate to a new campus somewhere in the state by 2007. Yes, the Republican-dominated state felt that Deaf students should mix with multi-handicapped students in one place. They feel that it is better to teach a deaf student in the same classroom with a student that has severe case of cerebal palsy or mental retardation. Says a lot about their logic. It is always weary just to educate and fight the ignorants that their idea of putting deaf students with multihandicapped students only pulled the Deaf students' potentials down. It is utterly tragic that a school in Staunton since 1839 will be abandoned and forgotten, just because the state feels it would save the money.

HEDOR IS ONE OF 'EM: According to the Staunton News Leader, they compiled a list of Area's Top All-Time Girls' Scorers. Someone nominated my sister on the list along with well-known players like Kelly Hoover, Marsha Houff, Heather Claytor, Erin Wall, Vicki Harris, Andrea Woodson, Holly Rilinger, Lisa Diefenthaler, Heidi Diefenthaler, Angela Gorsica, and Stephanie Wine. My sister played on VSDB team and one time, she scored 27 points in a game. And one time, with 2 seconds left, Maryland School f/t Deaf inbounded the ball only to be stolen by my sister who took one dribble and shot the ball towards the basket. Swish to win the game at the buzzer.

WHERE IS GREG: Back in high school days, I had a close friend named Greg Thompson. He is somewhere lost in Columbia, South Carolina. One time, we were in an automobile accident which another deaf student were blamed for speeding. As much as we tried to plead him to slow down, he refused. And suddenly, another car came in the horizons ... let's say, there it is. The heap of two cars lying apart on the road. So much drama ensued. Greg and I was transported to the hospital along with the deaf driver. As much as I was dealing with the painful injury, I was laughing so hard because Greg was incensed at the deaf driver. He 0-0-5ed at the deaf driver with everything. "You dumbfuck! I told you to fucking slow! You dumbfuck!" The EMTs tried to calm Greg down but Greg was having none of it as he held his bandage on his head which was bleeding but at the same time, Greg bellowed at the deaf driver, hurled so many insults. I was bruised and shaken but snickered all the way to the hospital as Greg bashed and bashed and bashed on the deaf driver ... I wonder whatever happened to him as of today?

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Death & Naughty Santa

I noticed two things about the Holidays. People tend to die on or around the Holidays. My Drandpa died on 24th before X-Mas some years ago. My friend's grandma died few days before Thanksgiving. Stuff like that made me wonder why people dropped on the floor died on or around the Holidays. Is it the blues that made them go?

Sarah and I discussed about the customs of Southerners at the wakes and funerals. I wonder if the Civil War left a huge psychological damage to The South to a point where many generations continue to have an odd fixture with the death itself?

Dad still has a couple of pictures that were taken at the funerals or wakes. I remembered seeing some people taking pictures of dead persons in the coffin. That made me cringe. Drandma once told Mom, "When I'm dead in whatever I am wearing, do not change my clothes. Just leave it alone. Why am I getting a nice dress just to lay in the coffin year after year? What is the point? Don't put the make-ups on me. Nothing at all. And do not open the coffin to anyone else except for the family members."

At that time, I wonder why. But now I know. It is because of these odd people who brought the cameras to the funerals and wakes, taking pictures of corpses.

Remember the odd lady who had a daughter at Kendall Demonstration Elementary School? The lady took the daughter to stand next to Chanda's coffin and took a picture. Erik and I confronted the lady, her response was: "My daughter never saw a dead body, it is her first time. I want to take a picture of her with the woman in the coffin."

Needless to say, we kicked her out.

Another thing about the Holidays, I noticed that people tend to move in or out near or around the Holidays. I guess it has something to do with the lease which is 12-month, at times.

Either way, there will be several Holiday Parties starting tomorrow evening and few more next week. A part of me is Ebenezer Scrooge, a part of me is looking forward to it. Only time will tell if I enjoy it or not.

I might go to Hopelesswell, a small town in Virginia about 20 miles southeast of Richmond for the Holidays, just to make my parents happy.

Speaking of parents, I just read the article on AOL that the parents in Enterprise, Florida are on strike, leaving their teenagers (17 and 12) on their own since the teenagers refused to do the chores, so the parents had their tent outside along with the TV set. Lots of neighbors loved the parents and the parents had to console their kids, many media are picking the story up as we speak. Very cute.

Enjoy the picture by naughty Santa.



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Mother!!

There are things in life you simply do not allow your parents to know. I happen to think that my blog is an outlet of my thoughts.

When I first set up the blog, it was for friends to read and be amused. But in a short time, I realized that there will be a time that the loved ones and enemies will find their way to my domain. Including my parents.

Today, I had a talk with my parents on the SVRS, it was nice. Blah, blah. Then Mom said, "Mary told me that you write something on the Internet, what's up with that?"

I smiled and said, "Yeah."

Mom asked, "I want to see it. What is the URL?"

"Mom, you'll piss have a heart attack if you read my blog because it is so filth, full of humors about everything else."

"Really? You talk about your gay sex?"

"Sometimes."

My eyes darted to Dad who rolled his eyes and sighed.

Mom then said, "Are you going to embarass me out there? I should castrate your damned penis!"

"Mom, you already embarassed yourself a long time ago. So why do you worry? It is my life. I can give you the URL but you have to respect what I wrote so far."

Mom smiled and said, "You crazy dumb ass."

Sure, whatever.

Here is the photograph of Hrandma. The hearing grandmother on my father's side.



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Using Voice In Front of Deaf Peers

Remember the folks in the cafeteria at Gallaudet -- these losers that tend to sit in the corner among the weirdos and with hearing graduate students. mcconnell probably hangs over there all the time. Which is why he resented Gallaudet as of today. Which is why he resented Deaf students who lambasted or attacked hearing people (or hard of hearing students, for that matters to mcconnell) for using the cell phones in the cafeteria.

Let's be realistic -- the world is 99% hearing-dominated society. It is always offensive and discouraging when a hearing person picks up the cell phone and yakked in front of us, leaving us pretty much clueless. Whereas if we chat with each other, and they can read us because they knew ASL. But when they talk with the voice, they talked because they knew that we cannot hear nor lipread what they said. Is that rude?

Of course it is.

So it is my duty to make sure that the cell phones or using the voice in a "deaf-dominated places" are discouraged. Period. If you fling at me with that bird, you can bet there will be an uproar out of Deaf people.

For once, Gallaudet is ours. Not yours. It is Deaf place, not hearing's. We have to endure these offensive behaviors of hearies outside of Gallaudet campus, but at Gallaudet, let us have these rules in our own backyard.

No cell phones or using the voice -- use ASL at ALL TIMES.

It is common courtesy, like it or not. You want to bark with that disgusting mouth of yours -- go to the bathroom but not in front of us, dickwads.

On second thought, I have a question for some Gallaudetians, did you notice that people who sits in the corner of the cafeteria by the windows tends to be very bitter, pessimistic and/or resented at Gallaudet, even years after they left or graduated from Gallaudet.

For the record, I always sit in the center of the cafeteria -- which is the hub of drama.

By that, it is blessed life to be surrounded by weirdos on the south, reclusive hearies/hard of hearing students on the east, all fraternities/sororities/SBG/TC/BnB folks on the north, and the normal folks on the west. African Americans and wiggas on the southwest. Such a variety -- often I sat with my back on hearing people -- of course, I turn 'em back.

Except for Jim McCann. He was the exception.

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