Another Ignorant Shithead

What the fuck is wrong with people? This is highly detestable. This is some ignorant, white trash, low-life, trailer-trash shit. UNACCEPTABLE. And for the NY Post to publish this? For SHAME.

For the actual link to this derogatory sketch, please visit:
http://www.nypost.com/delonas/delonas.htm

I hope this son of a whore die of some horrible venereal disease that painfully rots his dick off slowly. Or be gang-banged by a group of faggots until his rectum is turned inside-out.

I'm out.

Sensual Association

I think it is quite interesting how our brain interprets each of our five senses; mainly, I am fascinated by my brain's association ability when it comes to my sense of smell.

I noticed that before I head over to my cologne counter each morning that, based on what I am wearing that day, I will have an exact idea of which cologne to pick. This morning, I thought about it more and more and realized that there is a common theme for each of my colognes and it's not as random as I thought.

For example - For my everyday, going to work, chino-and-button-down-shirt outfits, I immediate go for my Calvin Klein Eternity; however, if I go the chic and sophisticated route for work, then I aim for my Vera Wang. During the weekends that I go grocery shopping, a quiet stroll around the community or just anything sporty, I pick Hugo Boss.
And on the rare occassions that I do step out and attend a social event, I either go with the Man de Rocha or my Issey Miyake; clubbing and bar-hopping nights always point to my Jean Paul Gaultier.

So, as you can see, I am very specific about my cologn, but just why is that? Do I associate the scent with the outfit or do I link more of the brand to the social event? Or both? I think I may have gotten this from my mother. Growing up, her vanity is filled with more than 50 or 60 bottles of perfume, every single one lined up and dusted immaculately to showoff each display bottle. At first, I thought she liked them because of the bottle designs, but with time, I began to notice that the perfumes she wears has a pattern. For example, when she goes to work, she usually wears Elizabeth Arden's Red Door or True Love. When she attends social events and galas, she would wear her Chanel No. 5 or No. 19 and on regular shopping trips, I think Opium or Tresor by Lancome , but that I'm not sure because that depends largely on her moods, and trust me, she has many, many moods like the phases of the moon.

And now, I can see a large resemblance in my sister; she's at the age now where she cares deeply how she looks, smells...etc. and her perfume collection, in turn, is expanding exponentially.

So just what is it about our olfactory perception that plays such a huge part in our decision making, not to mention triggering certain memories? I think it is amazing what our five senses are capable of.

Random Thought #9873249

Growing up in a bi-cultural environment was tough, really tough. When kids would go out and play after school, I was being shipped to violin lessons or SAT prep classes; when kids got to spend the night at their friends' houses for sleep-overs, I had to stay home and study; when kids were applauded for getting a 95% on their quizzes and tests, I was constantly asked where the extra 5 points had gone. It wasn't easy.

Granted, growing up part Traditional Chinese did have its perks, such as great food, strict manners and red packs. Yes, the red packs made a year-long of belittling, strict disciplinary actions and harsh punishments all worth while.

After graduating high school and moving to Washington, DC., for college, I thought to myself, "finally, I can have my freedom and experience that part of childhood I have never had." While I had lived that proclamation to its fullest, I still felt trapped, but why?

Then while riding on the metro going to work today, it dawned on me. The hardest part about growing up in a multi-cultural family is not the clash of cultures we experience when we lived at home, no; the hardest part comes after that - it comes when we have entered the real world and trying to break those traditions attempting to assimilate; the time when you need to differentiate the good and the bad about both cultures and combine only the good. We can no longer only, at this point, blame our parents saying that, "they wouldn't let me do this," or "they wouldn't let me do that; therefore I am the way that I am today." No, The decision rests solely on our own judgments. We can no longer say, "I had no choice," and I believe taking responsibilities for the first time in your life is the hardest part.

But then again, you can say that about a whole lot of other stuff.

Gay Marriage

Time stamp - 9:30am and I am already bitter and angry, why? Because gays cannot be legally wed. The more I think about this issue, the angrier I get because, simply put, it is just not fair.

I started out not really caring about the same-sex marriage issue because to me, growing up in a tumultuous family, marriage is nothing more than a business transaction. I have always thought if the love is there, why get married? But now I sing a different tune and march to a different beat. I believe in marriage, any marriage, straight, bi, gay, whatever, I believe in it and I want to take the next step to the next level, but I can't. And why? Because gays can't get married officially.

I truly don't give two shits and a flying fuck about the piece of paper saying that we're married, BUT I do want to have a legal ceremony and have all the benefits automatically awarded to married couples; I want to be able to visit my boyfriend/finacee in the hospital without having to previously sign a costly Power of Attorney; I want to be able to have kids without going through a pricey joint-custody procedure. I want to be able to do all of this stuff without having to dull out more cash to Uncle Sam who does jack-shit to secure our welfare just because we're "different".

Jonathan and I have been together for a little over three and a half years and we were engaged this past January. After ten months of being engaged, I want to be married. Technically, we could get married, but that is all in our heads; only we will be able to acknowlegde the legitimacy of the marriage, nobody else....

I'm just frustrated and I'm angry. Everywhere I turn, every fuckin' hickass Tom, redneck Dick, and prostitute Sally are getting married; everyone, but us. It is just upsetting.

I guess all we can do is wait, which is, sometimes, a terrible thing.

Blind...Decorating for the seeing?

Okay, what?! So as I'm channel surfing one Sunday afternoon, I came across what seemed like an interesting design show (come on, what gay guy doesn't secretly love interior design shows on TLC?). But the more I got into the show, the more I was perplexed by the sunglasses-wearing man being led by his seeing-eye assistant pointing to this and that and feeling all around, and then it dawned on me - the entire premise of the show is about interior design by a visually challenged person. Okay, hold up.

While I respect blind people and believe that all handicaps deserve equal treatment, there are several professions that I do not believe they should be in for safety (or asthetics reasons) and grouped in a list with cab-driver, hydrolics-crane operator and neurosurgeon, is interior designer.

This whole concept is EXTREMELY foreign and strange to me. Who would trust a blind man to design their house? I mean, would you trust an armless man to carry your grocery or a paraplegic to teach you how to ride a bike? Parallel to the concept of "never trust a skinny chef", I would never trust a blind designer. If beauty is in the EYE of the beholder, and the bitch is blind......... 'nough said.

Come on TLC, I trusted you to bring me interesting shows such as Trading Spaces, and What Not To Wear, but this gimmicky crap? That is just degrading for blind people everywhere. And when I heard the blind "designer" say, "I feel a strong presence for yellow here," ooooo, I wanted to yell, "Motherfucker, I trust Ms. Cleo more with that bullshit than your lying ass; at least she's got ESP AND a set of fully functional eyes!"