For Who Is Wondering About The State of Mind I Am In

My state of mind is akin to the lady in this picture.

I am free. I am me, take it or leave it.

Amethyst In Its Final Glory

Of course, I'm not going to die. Just that I'm free.

Tonight, I'm on a date with kaybee to that party hosted by Ridloff on 24 Street and 5 Avenue. Should be interesting to VEE-VEE at folks including the potential first-timer in meeting a blogger, Key Lime Pie Lover, and to practice on my BSL skills with these great folks from the United Kingdom.

God Save The Queen!

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For Trekkies ... !

A certain blogger that I enjoyed reading from time to time, John Aravosis of AMERICAblog met an actor of Star Trek: Enterprise -- he said that the cancelleation of Start Trek: Enterprise was not because of its "popularity", it is politics. After all, it was 2nd rated show on UPN.

Check the picture of John fawning over Dominic.

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Mission Accomplished -- American Dollar Plummets

With the wars going on in different parts of the world, Bush's incessant promotion of global war on terrorism and in the process, alienated many countries as well.

The economy has gone pretty steady downhill. Even in New York, we try to keep the economy going and going. But sometimes, it is silly. The inflation is low, but it could jerk itself -- I'm not good with economics, though.

With the news reports coming out about Wall Street, it is certainly not surprising.

Drilling in Alaska will not solve the oil prices. The oil prices will continue to rise as predicted. Not even you or me can stop it. GW Bush and his administration does not care about it at all. Because the common people does not matter to him.

I will not preach more about the woes of American economy, but I will provide a good example of what Melly told me yesterday at the bar, she squealed with excitement and said, "I love America! Its Dollar keeps going down against the Pound! I can bring 500 Pounds into New York and convert into roughly $950 and shop these clothes down in Soho -- America can be so dumb!"

I smiled and nodded, "I agreed -- but New Yorkers did not do this -- the idiots in Midwest and in the South did."

Melly laughed and nodded -- Melly's boyfriend, Ahmed asked her to translate what we talked about. Ahmed shoved on my left arm and said, "Yes! Easy to buy here! Me rich here!"

So much for our American Dollar. It plainly sucked, my American idiots. If you travel to Europe or the United Kingdom, you'll be broke in a short time.

Go figure.

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Married Men Do Cheat

After the DIRC Meeting, I thought of getting a drink at PIECES Bar which is neighborhood bar in Greenwich Village. The bartender and I occasionally chatted, mainly because he is cool. He can sign a little. Anyway, he told me that he cannot understand why some younger men are into older men. I did not understand why he mentioned it, he pointed to the couple behind me -- I turned to see a younger hispanic guy making out with a guy in his 60s.

I smiled sheepishly and said, "Amazing, is it?"

The bartender nodded and said in ASL, "Old man married, look at his ring."

I turned to see his gold ring. And grinned ... and asked him how did he know if he's married or not?

The bartender laughed and said, "They are regular here. I know 'em. They told me."

Oh.

Prior to the visit at the PIECES Bar, I was at DIRC with Sarah, kaybee and few familiar faces. It was interesting and fun. I did not realize that a certain person who had an interest in me for a long time was pretty upset or disappointed that I did not make an effort in reaching out to him in order to ... whatever it means.

The way he expressed his frustrations with me about my lack of efforts to do stuff with him indicated that he has/had a genuine thing for me. I'm not sure whether if I'm ready to do this. With him. Or with anyone else.

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Few Thoughts

Few things to say before I head off to the DIRC thing with Sarah.

Amityville Horror: When I was a kid, I was terrified of that white house. And now there is a remake of the film about it. I'd like to see it. I am sucker for these ghost stuff. In my opinion, when I was a child, I thought its Amityville Horror's poster advertisement was the best for horror films.

A-Rod Saves A Kid: This is cool. Multimillionaire baseball star in Alex Rodriguez, often the subject of Boston Red Sox's taunts, saved the boy's life in Boston when the truck sped by and Alex plucked the boy aside. Apparently, this particular boy was stunned that it was none other than his favorite player in the whole wide world. Very cute.

And I'm sick of hearing people like Eva Young for behaving like they are much better than the rest. Shame on him. I expected him to be better than that. Guess I was wrong this time around. Dan of FagPatriotWest is stupid prick. Know why? He muted about Arthur Finkelstein's antics, but cried about Clinton's remarks on Finkelstein's self-loathing Roehmosexual. Perhaps, Dan is Roehmosexual as well. Same with ND30 and Eva Young.

I'm off to the DIRC thing where I can enjoy VEE-VEE'ing at the folks who shared their CODAs experiences. Something that McCock and ThePC cannot relate to. Speaking of that nut, McCock, he still denied that he copied my topics for his blogsite. That boy knew how to lie -- but remember this, married men knew how to lie a lot.

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Lesbian Fired Just For Being Lesbian -- Only In Texas!

There is an article in The New York Times about a successful coach who led the high school in a small town to the area, district and regional championships and barely missed the state championship game by one game.

It was evident that Coach Stephens is an excellent in what she does but it does not matter to a town named Bloomburg. She is a lesbian, period. The abandoned town of Bloomburg did not demonstrate their appreciation for Coach Stephens who worked hard to bring the local high school girls basketball team out of its obscurity.

All because it goes against their morals and their Christian beliefs despite the fact that this same town celebrated the County Fair to commerate the townsfolk's murder of an infamous outlaw which they poisoned the whiskey, shot him dead and dragged him across the town. Apparently, they think barbarism is to be celebrated, and to fire a coach for being lesbian is good for the town of Bloomburg!

Only in Texas, folks.

Deaf World Too Small

Sarah warned that she did not cook very well which she blatantly lied. It was delicious, enough to knock me, her and kaybee out for an hour of nap at their place! Whee! Thanks for the din-din!

Then we went to McAller's Pub by 80 Street to meet the Deaf folks from the United Kingdom. When we entered the pub, I saw few familiar faces -- greeted some. But somehow, I was introduced to one of eight Deaf Britons -- Oliver.

Oliver is fucking sexy as Hell! But he is straight as things goes. It was quite difficult to talk in British Sign Language -- I knew very little but tried my best to communicate using both the BSL and ASL. I knew some BSL signs mainly because I went to London and had few friends from London, though. Then Oliver introduced me to the birthday boy, Ahmed.

Apparently, turning 30, Ahmed's friends decided to take a trek to New York to celebrate his birthday. Which is very cool. Ahmed, then introduced me to his girlfriend, Melly. As she asked me for my name, I responded with full name and sign name.

She said, "You are RT?!"

I nodded, got puzzled a little.

"I heard a lot about you! From Veronica!"

I chuckled. Veronica is one of my close friends from the college days, we used to live right next to each other in that shitty apartment. So much memories! So much drama! So much ...

"I stayed with Veronica in Los Angeles for three months -- you know Brezinski?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Rachella?!"

I nodded and said, "You knew everything about me and I do not know you!"

Melly laughed and said, "Deaf World Too Small!" Ahmed nodded in agreement. I asked Melly where she originally came from? She said, "Melbourne, Australia."

I asked her if she knew Drew? She flashed his sign name, I exclaimed with a vigorous "Y-E-S !!"

Melly laughed and said, "He and I am good friends!"

Melly asked me why I brought his name up, I smiled and explained about my impressions of Drew. Drew was travelling around the United States a year before the 9/11 occurred. In fact, when he arrived at Gallaudet, there was a murder on the campus -- he was not permitted to stay in the dormitories. I was the Resident Advisor, I sneaked him in my bedroom. He was straight but very open-minded and sweet guy. Very god-damned flirtatious.

One time in the cafeteria, the group of us were yakking about things related to the murders and how sick we were to hear about it on a daily basis. Drew decided to change the subject and asked me, "Ever kissed an Australian?"

I shook my head and said, "Not yet, I never did -- but someday, I hope I do!"

Drew leaned and landed a sweet kiss right on the lips, stunned me and others on the table -- he went back to the chair and said, "Now I'm your first Aussie!"

I grinned and was flabbergasted. I was mighty impressed with his carefree attitude and easygoing, laid-back attitude.

Melly smiled and said, "That is so Drew. That is his character, always enjoy life -- he is in school not far from Melbourne -- still volunteers for a firefighter in that town."

The whole night was absolutely wonderful -- I was able to converse and learn some BSL signs. Oliver and Ahmed conversed in BSL with grace. I got lost so fast when I attempted to read what they said. Later, they said they were talking about the KKK and Jew images on the cigarette pack of Marlboro. Then they showed it to me why it has the images -- it was absurd -- I'm not going to explain to the readers unless one begged me to.

Overall, it was good to see Veronica's friend, Melly and to know that Drew is still doing great in Australia.

One funny moment occurred when nearly all Americans left except for me and Gabe, one hearing person approached one Briton and tried to fingerspell in ASL to her. She turned to look at me because she could not understand ASL, I chuckled and stayed out of it. Gabe was able to let the person know that they are Deaf but they converse in different form of fingerspelling.

Happy birthday, Ahmed. Thanks, Gabe, for extending the invitation for me to meet these great folks. Melly, you rock!

And the rest, enjoy your stay in New York.

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