Saturday, August 07, 2004

Whee! Not.

I was out with lower back pains. I really needed a shotgun to shoot it. It is driving me nuts. Which is why I hadn't posted an entry in days. Too much distractions, too much pressures and I decided to back off and stayed home to recuperate. If it's not getting better, it's the Chiropractor time, baby.

Last Wednesday afternoon, I rode the Tram from 60th Street in Midtown to Roosevelt's Island! It was great seeing the Midtown's skyscrapers, despite the fact that the Tramway itself is brief ride!!

After the cookout, we went to Serendipity for its famous dessert, which is right off from the Tramway. It was great! The waiter is so cute. Mrs. W teased me that she touched him more than I do. *sigh*

Now on a serious note, I was mentioned in DC.IndyMedia.org, which is about what I said to a gay guy who wanted to be straight. Oy vey.

Anyway, I was checking the Haloscan comments and I was surprised to get an angry response from a girl named ... Licelot! Remember the name I told you guys that I thought was odd. She said that in Spanish, it should sound like "Lisalot". Honey, if it sounds like Lisalot, it should be Lisalot, not LICELOT, thank you very much and SKSK in your face.

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Wednesday, August 04, 2004

I Have No Right To Tell Them How To Live Their Lives!

Again, again and again, people needs to back off when it comes to abortions. It is woman's right to abort.

Many already proved that when it comes to the abortion, women did not do it without a major consideration. They did not abort 504 times just because. The doctors also advised that repeated abortions may have an impact on their uterus. So women are extremely careful when it comes to deciding things like that.

Men, Pope, and Bishops has no right to decide for women. Let it be a choice for women. After all, they do not get pregnant. Only women.

Ever noticed that the majority of pro-life are men. Of course, they want to control women. Wanted to tell them how to live their lives. How to do this, that and there. Because God said so. Because I said so. Because the Spirits said so. Fuck this.

It is not your business.

When I hear people saying, "I approve abortions if it was incest or rape." I'm like, whatever. Get a clue. It is not like that, the women still have the right to do whatever it wants to do with their bodies.

Until the day, men are capable of carrying babies, men has no right to decide nor talk about the abortion.

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Tuesday, August 03, 2004

My Review of Amish In The City

For a long time, I thought I was the one who can be mean when I wanted to ... until I saw Kevan and Nick's behavior towards the Amish folks. That was humiliating. Perhaps, one day, I hope I have the chance to humiliate you, Kevan and Nick.

As for the sock slapping incident, I promise you that it will be one of most memorable scenario in the history of any reality shows. It will be documented as the most bizarre thing ever. Reese is just pitiful horny faggot.

The city kids lacked the compassion and dignity for others but themselves.

I thought Mose's hairy chest was absolutely stunning. Very sexy. I think Kevan, Nick and Reese are just typical clones of Abercrombie & Fitch crap who is obsessed with vanity. Shaved his hairy chest?

Mose's terrifying experience in the oceans was something that the city kids should not make fun of. It smacked off their stupidity and childish. When I was a kid, going to the beach for the first time was an overwhelmingly experience. My sisters warned me that the waves are pretty rough. And that I should keep an eye on it. I approached it with a cautious tone. So when the waves hits my knees, I fell. Of course, I was shocked. But I was prepared for that.

The city kids never warned the Amish folks about that. To me, that demonstrated the lack of compassion and empathy.

I am rooting for the Amish folks to perform well in the next 9 showings.

God, I knew if I have a role on The Osbournes with Sharon, the government will step in to censor it because what I am capable of bringing the most outrageous people on the show that could shatter millions of people's lives. That would be nice, I can always dream ... !

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They Branded Me As ...

According to the game on the Internet, I am a Left Wing Communist, much to Kurzz's delight.

Have fun playing this game: Love In War

Anyway, here is another subject that I am not afraid to hit on -- I watched Something's Gotta Give on DVD last weekend. It is about an elderly couple who fell in love with each other, but the problem is that the male (Jack Nicholson) is used to be a womanizer with a taste for young women. At one point, the female character (Diane Keaton) was upset with the male character for doing this to her.

The male character was very honest and straightforward, "The truth is, I just ... I don't know how to be a boyfriend."

*rimshot*

That clicked with me. Honestly, I do not know how to be a boyfriend. I had been single for a long time, I dated a little. When I was in love with someone else, we were very secretive and we treated it like "best friends". It was very confusing, come to think of that experience.

So when Jonathan pursued me, I admitted that I'm flattered but at the same time, bit afraid of this because I simply do not know how to be a boyfriend.

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In Spring, 1986

When I was 12 years old, my father took me to a store named A&N in Chester, Virginia. He told me that since I am approaching 13, I need to use the wallet.

"Because you are going to be a man."

I stared at Dad and muttered, "Oh. But Dad, I tried yours one time -- when I tried to sit down, I felt out of balance because it is so thick ... it bothered me!"

Dad shrugged, "Nonsense, you will get used to it. You have to have it because someday, you will get a license, bankcard, all important stuff that you need to carry with you for a lifetime. You just have to do that."

"But I do not like the wallet! Mom has it much easier, carrying the purse then toss it away when she gets home. You do not."

Dad said, "I always toss my wallet in the bedroom, that is why you do not see it. Deanna always left hers in a place for the world to see. That is her, but not me."

I sighed. Then we pranced around to see the assortments of wallets. Some leather, some colorful, some cool, some lame ... I was purely indecisive and I was not sure what to choose.

Dad said, "Just take one -- stop wasting our times, the wallet is not meant to be show off, it will be hidden in your pocket where nobody can see it. No big deal, just take one."

I looked at him, then at wallets. I was still indecisive. Dad was impatient and grabbed one wallet that has two colors: Orange and black. Dad bought it for me and gave it to me, "You wear it from now on. Go in the minivan, now." I sighed and looked at the wallet.

Today, I still have the same wallet. It is falling apart and I am still indecisive about the next wallet.

*sigh*

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Monday, August 02, 2004

Citigroup Center

You probably heard about the possible targets of attacks on financial institutions in Washington, Newark and New York. Among the five targets is Citigroup Center.

When I first visited the Citigroup Center, I was in awe of its accomplishment in building an enormous skyscraper. You may recognize it with its strange ending on its top, but not many people knew what it looked on the bottom of the building. It is difficult to describe what it looks like at the bottom of the Citigroup Center. Perhaps, these two pictures will tell better than I do.


Looking up ...


Looking down ...


The bottom of the building contains St. Paul's Lutheran Church, several restaurants and stores on its first four levels. Is that all? Nope. It also is the hub of Lexington Ave/53rd & 54th Street Subway Station. It was reported that 57,000 commuters came through this particular station everyday. The Citigroup Center is simply beautiful.

Last Christmas, after my workplace's Holidays dinner in Midtown on 58th Street, I believe, we were in a group with James, Cynthia, Web and who else I cannot remember. I vividly recalled telling James that the Citigroup Center is most beautiful skyscraper next to my personal favorite, the Lipstick. But I also mentioned that it is also vulnerable to some kind of terrorist attacks should it happen because it is so easy to target.

Little did we know ... I expect the worst, but I hope for the best. This building is something that everyone else in the world should value and cherish. God, please leave it alone.

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The Critical Moments

How was my weekend? I get to watch some movies over the weekend. I watched Gangs of New York, Something's Gotta Give, and Matchstick Man.

In Gangs of New York, I was horrified to learn that the gangs, the Natives and Dead Rabbits, battled for the control of Five Points. The battle scene were brutal, vicious and horrifying. I think it was pitiful that guys prayed for their sins then fight (some got killed, of course) and got maimed badly. Then a gang won the control of Five Points, life goes on.

Needless to say, I was curious to know where the Five Points is since it is located in Manhattan and hello! I am in Manhattan! Char and I tried our best to find it -- apparently, it is not there any longer. According to IrishInNYC.freeservers.com, Five Points was the intersection of Mulberry, Little Water, Anthony and Orange streets along with the Paradise Square on it. It was located in the western part of Chinatown, just north of City Hall. Paradise Square has been altered and changed to Foley Square, probably to halt the repeated gangs' battles. Today, it serves the most ironic of all -- the Foley Square is littered with many courthouses, issuing the laws or rulings for the city of New York.

It was common knowledge that a clumsy tourist gets in that area is unlikely to come out alive. It was not just poor area, it was deeply impoverished to a point where people are just ... savages. Yes, Irishfolks were ruthless, barbaric and stupid. The area was clogged with too many Irish immigrants who fled the famine in Ireland -- it was not 100% Irish folks that did it, African Americans, Chinese and Italians contributed to the problem as well -- but the majority of perpetuators are Irish. Mainly because the majority of them emigrated from Ireland in a quick succession.

You have to read the history of Five Points. Suffice to say, I'm glad that it is gone. It is an embarrassing testament to Irish's barbaric activities in New York. I am 1/2 Irish. Before you could yell at me about my current name. Taylor is English, obviously. But is it really mine? No. You see, my father's parents lived in a community owned by a coal mine company in Big Stone Gap, Virginia. Back then, there were no Social Security, pensions, retirement funds et al. My grandfather was killed in an accident related to Coal Mines explosion (which is very common back then), my grandmother knew that in a short time, the company will evict her from her house because it is owned by the company. You see, the company owned the community. It is common that in a community owned by the coal mine companies, men outnumbered women. My grandmother quickly married another man whose last name is Taylor in order to have a place to live and raise my father and my aunt. It was such a hard life for my grandparents, stucked in the midst of nowhere in the Appalachian Mountains.

If not for my grandfather's death, I would be Ricky Callahan. Not bad, eh? I don't like Taylors, though.

Anyway, back to the Five Points, I was pretty embarrassed at the atrocities. The Irish gangs even hosted the betting on "bull-baiting", that is to chain the bull and let the dogs attack the bull, to see how many dogs the Bull would kill before it succumbed!

Basically, the film made me curious and dig the dirts on the 'net -- I find it very interesting. It is no secret that New York is the melting pot. The melting pot is rarely peaceful, it takes violence to become cohesive to make what New York is all about.


New York in 1940


Modern NYC in Pre-9/11


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