Monday, March 29, 2004

I didn't know you had it in you, Clifford!

I did not know that you had it in you, Clifford. I will not use your last name as per to alleviate the bashing.

What were you thinking on that night? I cannot believe that a brother of mine -- a friend of mine -- would do that to me.

Maybe you are that stupid, nitwit or naive. Maybe you were not aware of what is going on. Maybe your dick was thinking for your brain instead.

I already mentioned last Thursday that two persons, Chris Tester and Emmanuel Shwan annoyed me to no end. They think they are better than anyone else because they look hot, dress better et al. That does not mean a thing, really.

I find it disgusting that a so-called friend of mine would make out with a fool like Chris Tester at Velvet Nation last Saturday night.

Where is the sense of loyalty and support amongst the camaraderie? Chris and Emmanuel were pretty arrogant towards me and I do not appreciate it. I expect my friends to be supportive and loyal to me -- I would have done the same for them.

I guess Clifford has proved it. He is only interested in himself and only for his *needs*, not anyone else's. Well, like I mentioned before, karma will come to people like that. Facial wasting is coming soon for certain persons. And when the day comes, I shall smile.

Well, surprises, surprises -- nothing surprised me any longer.

I'd love to hear your rebuttals on this, Clifford.

R-

Sunday, March 28, 2004

Arrestingly beautiful?!

Sometimes Witch made me snicker when he tried to decorate his sentences with stuff like "arrestingly beautiful". It is so cute. Tea'd? That is a good hint. It is always nice to have words so that we can manipulate to our advantages, like it or not.

I refuse to go to a certain bar that has Underwear Nite on a particular day -- I'm so out of shape that people will look at me with disgust. I dont know what to do. Not only that, I'm so white that I probably will brighten the room in that dark, seedy, sleazy bar, thus ruining others' chances to have sex with each other.

Today, I cooked something. I was impressed with myself. I cooked pasta and mix it with tuna, blue cheese, cheddar cheese and some frozen veggies. It tasted wonderfully. Fantastic. I'm proud of myself. I am becoming a better fag, I guess.

I love collegiate women's basketball. But this year's NCAA Tournament is truly fucked up. Virginia Cavaliers, for the first time in 21 years, failed to get in the NCAA Tournament after suffering its first losing season in 26 years. You know, I love Coach Ryan at Virginia, but last year was the first time that I noticed that something was wrong. Something was amiss. So Coach Ryan was not listening to the fans, something was wrong. And this year, the team just collapsed, much to my amazement. Finished 13-16 for the season.

But look at the NCAA Tournament, few stranger things had transpired -- Tennessee, my personal nemesis, is playing every NCAA Tournament game *away* from Knoxville -- a first in 20 years!!!

The coach at UConn is definitely stupid prick -- he whined that his best player was not picked to be the First Team All-American *unanimously*. That particular player, Diana Taurasi, was chosen on 12-player First Team All-Americans but the coach was upset that it was not "unanimously" voted!!! There are over 300 college teams in Division I and you can multiply 15 players per team -- about 4,500 players. Only 12 players are chosen. And Geno Auriemma is upset that she was not voted unanimously? Oh, what a dumbfuck.

There is one fan who supported Connecticut and he always criticized anyone outside of UConn. He boasted that Stanford is not good as it is -- that its best player, Nicole Powell is not as good as Diana Taurasi. Well, Stanford is advancing to Elite Eight. They already had played three tough teams in Missouri, Oklahoma and Vanderbilt. Up next is either Tennessee or Baylor. If they win it all, I'll be more than happy to attack that fan on that mailing list.

And there is a dude from Phoenix named Barry whose passion is for Duke (which I disliked tremendously), I really liked him very much. I wish he's closer to me so that I can develop some kind of relationship with him -- but all we do online is arguing, making up, arguing, making up, arguing ... And yeah, he's hot dude but he has been working out too much, trying to be a bodybuilder for some contest -- I told him that he has to stay away from sharp things because his body would pop just like a balloon when it lands on a pin. He got annoyed when I said that.

I think I said enough for the day.

Cheers,

R-

Saturday, March 27, 2004

Burn, O Richmond, burn!

Never thought I'd see a day in my lifetime that a portion of my birthplace, Richmond -- its downtown were devastated in a huge fire -- several blocks of row homes and buildings were burnt to the ground. I grew up in the area even my parents lived 20 minutes southeast of Downtown Richmond. How, you might wonder? Well, on weekends, I go to that area because my parents are devoted members of the Richmond Club of the Deaf, Inc. And the club is located in the same area.

It is pretty sad that this particular area had gone up in flames because it was coming back. The area was riddled with problems but it was coming back -- it was fashionable to live in the area and now it's all gone. See the pics at Richmond Times-Dispatch. Such a tragedy.

Last night, I was walking to a bar in Midtown, it was pretty evening. Lots of buildings to cruise. Then I thought of a bowling ball incident. I wondered what it is like to throw a bowling ball from a taller building onto another building below. Like Citigroup building on a row home below -- wondered if the ball will ... just land on the roof of that row home or smash through the roof and floors? Inquiring mind would love to see it happen -- talked with Beth and if it happened to drop on a corporate building on a Sunday where there are no people around -- she said it probably will trigger alarms, sprinklers et al to go off. If it also punctures through the CPU's mainframe -- the damages would go in millions of dollars.

What a vivid imagination I had?

Take care,

R-

Thursday, March 25, 2004

Well, well, well ...

Sometimes I want to do something on some stupid pricks like Chris Tester and Emmanuel Shwan. They annoyed me to no end. But again, the way they acted around the town, it is a matter of time before they get the 'face wasting', if you get the hint. What comes around goes around, sluts.

Daniel Nardicio is very popular figure in this town. It is rare that one gets to chat with him freely and few days later, someone told you that that guy you just talked with is none other than NYC's famous promoter, Daniel Nardicio. He is the one who promoted these crazy events called Triple XXX event and so on. Very hot ... if Mayor Bloomberg knew ...

I saw The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King last Monday night. Such a long movie to cap the end of all. It was bit weird to see huge elephants trampling horses to its death. It is hilarious to see the Orcs being splattered by these debris.

Litch, it is correct name -- Bellevue Hospital. It is one massive hospital for all types. It has a floor reserved for mental ward. So Bellevue Hospital is what I called -- a sprawlin' hospital for all kinds. Interesting sign name from NYCers regarding the Bellevue Hospital -- you know the sign for "crazy"? Substitute it with "B". Simply put, yes, true biz. Yes, true biz.

Anyway, should I go to The Hole tonight? Or home? Hole? Home? Hole ...

Cheers,

R-

Wednesday, March 24, 2004

Want a Bowling Ball?

I forgot to add the link, enjoy one of nutty true stories in NEW YORK CITY!!!

Cheers,

R-

The Price of Fame

The reports out of the District continues to make me smile. I guess, the years of experiencing petty things has accumulated to a point where you became too wise for these craps.

Apparently, someone broke in a fraternity's chapter room at Gallaudet and vandalized the chapter room. Kappa Gamma is pretty much popular at Gallaudet despite the fact that it is not Deaf fraternity, which is odd, to say the least.

Yes, it is true that many of these gentlemen are nice but wields such ego that one has to deflate from day to day.

It did not surprise me at all that someone would ransack their chapter room just to demoralize their pride. I personally do not approve of the vandalism, but I also acknowledge that in order to be on the top and all that, one has to pay the price eventually.

I find it interesting that it was our fraternity who reported the vandalism to the authorities immediately after they saw the damages. Our fraternity is not high on anyone's list, obviously, but we are pretty much dignified people with weird backgrounds.

You know, Lil Joe mentioned that Manhattan would love to have Beth here. Because the city loves people who are very proud of their breasts. Beth already named her breasts. Pride and Joy.

How can you NOT smile at that?

I met a cute guy two nights ago -- actually two of them -- one is from Dublin, Ireland. One is from Toronto, Ontario. Brian is Irish, Paul is Canadian. Brian is cute but just visiting. So screw him. ;-)

As for Paul, he has the looks that I could die for. Very hard to describe but so easy to VEE at him. So easy to make me smile and say, "he's mine, no one can have him." We started to chat right after he saw my blackberry pager, I was reading Sarah's message at that time. He came over and said you got it? So do I.

He got in law school at NYU and is here in town to look for a place to live -- is he using me as an avenue? So far, he didn't talk about the apartments or even shacking. Last night, he paged me and said, "I already learned 5 languages, so learning one more language will not hurt." I shot back, "Only if your brain is big enough to learn one more." He said, "Oh, I'm sure it is like Spanish, right?"

That is so cute, so cute enough to make me roll my eyes. Ahh, men are difficult to understand and hearing men are the worst. Oh, yeah, two nights ago, Paul asked me if I could give him my email address. I declined and said why? He said, "So I can get in touch with you for ... maybe a dinner?" I teased back, "Why? Did you know that I eat hearing men for dessert?" He was bit surprised about it. And asked, "Do you hate hearing men?" I said no, I view them as a group that I cannot live with or without -- no hatred, just leery but in a humorous way. He grinned and got my email address anyway.

Men.

R-


Monday, March 22, 2004

My Darkest Fear ...

Last week on Monday or Tuesday, the NY POST or NY DAILY NEWS reported that the cops found two dead bodies in Harlem bathroom after the neighbors became concerned when they saw the mails piling up on the apartment door.

Among the dead bodies are nearly 350-lb mother and a 3-year old boy. The cops said that the mother died of massive heart attack trying to give him a bath and fell on 3-year old boy, either drowned or suffocated him in the process. They were found few days later. Not only that, they had a 25-year old daughter sitting in the living room the whole time because she is autistic.

Honestly, do you think you'd find this in Cincinnati or Little Rock? Only in New York, my dear, only in New York!!

I was correct about the Internet relay service -- I was paged by a couple of friends in DC that the FBI agents are swarming at Gallaudet campus for its bomb threats.

Last Saturday night at XL, I noticed that lots of twinks, 40s-years-old guys who acted like 18 years old, muscular guys, hairy but "shaved and say that they re smooth, really!" guys were wearing black shirts. It turns out to be Black Party -- another circuit party in this town.

I hate Circuit Parties -- they were designed to allow HIV to travel much faster and quicker. Well, these guys probably deserved it, anyway.

I'm out for the day.

R-