I'm Slacking...

Yeah, I know, I'm slacking on the posts....but that's good thing, because I tend to write when I'm mad, frustrated, or simply bothered by something...like they say, "no news is good news" ("they" meaning my dad who always said that when we checked the mailbox and there was no mail in it...lol).

So, I've started playing Tennis again, and I'm loving it! [Why did I stop!?] So, I asked my dad to play last Saturday for the first time in over 2 years and I sucked at the game! {Btw....my dad is awesome at it...he plays almost everyday!} Nevertheless, my he gave me some great pointers and I think I'm finally getting better {meaning I can hit the ball over the net...lol}. Also, I'm trying to keep up w/ the whole exercise/workout thing...it's going pretty good (for now).

In other news...Memphis is having its first-ever Zombie March! Yup...it sounds kind of weird, which it is, not gonna lie, but it should be a lot of fun! Basically, you dress-up as a Zombie and pretend be one of the dead, as you march down Beale street. You can either come dressed-up, get zombified at the location (by professional make-up artists), or come in old clothes with duct tape on you, giving the zombies the green light to attack (rip your clothes and throw pour fake blood on you) you during the march, and once you are atttacked you join the march.

They have done this in other cities such as Boston, Iowa, and San Francisco. I'll try taking video of my own and posting it here this weekend. :) Check out the blog and MySpace for more info.

Oh wow....its 12:00am....and I need to up at 6:30am...fun times. Hopefully the coffee gods will help me stay awake at work. LOL. Gnite!

Stop Spreading Hate

I got the following email from a "friend"....I use that term very loosely:

MARK YOUR CALENDAR FOR NEXT SATURDAY.

As you may already know, it is a sin for a Muslim male to see any woman other than his wife naked, and that he must commit suicide if he does. So next Saturday at 4 PM. Eastern Time all American women are asked to walk out of their house completely naked to help weed out any neighborhood terrorists.

Circling your block for one hour is recommended for this anti-terrorist effort.

All men are to position themselves in lawn chairs in front of their house to prove they are not
Muslims, and to demonstrate they think it's okay to see nude women other than their wife and to show support for all American women.

Since Islam also does not approve of alcohol, a cold 6-pack at your side is further proof of your anti-Muslim sentiment.

The American government appreciates your efforts to root out terrorists and applauds your participation in this anti-terrorist activity.

God bless America.

It is your patriotic duty to pass this on.

Can I THROW-UP now!!!?? The moment I read the email I just wanted to cuss him out and perform some bodily harm on his gimp ass. However, the asshole sent that email to my work email address....yup, MY WORK EMAIL ADDRESS!!....why, I don't know, but he did, so I couldn't respond how I normally would to crap like that. All I could say was, "why are you sending stuff like that to my work email address? In fact, why are you forwarding stuff like that at all....it's just full of hate." What I actually wanted to say was, "You racist mother-f*cker, i can't believe you would actually forwarded crap like that. I KNOW you know that a mutual friend of ours is Muslim, and he helped your f*ckin-ass througout college, hell, your dumbass wouldn't have passed without his help, yet you STILL chose to forward that email...you F*CKIN HYPOCRITE! If I see your bitch ass today i'm gonna take this keyboard and shove it so far up your ass that you'll have to use your tongue to forward more crap like that! Btw..it is NOT my "patriotic duty" to forward that....it is YOUR patriotic duty to kill yourself."

Okay, I'm done, I'm calm now. I apologize for the profanity, but I hope you realize that it was called for. This guy has made racist comments in the past about other people, but I always overlooked them., but now I've had enough, and that was simply wrong. I have lost all respect for that guy.


On a lighter note...we had a shit load of people in town this weekend because of Barbecue Fest as part of Memphis in May. In a way its kind of cool b/c there are a ton of people from all over the world that take part in this.

Well, I need to go to sleep. Gnite.

P.S. For those of you that know him, Clay sent me that email.

Food & Exercise

Seeing that I haven't updated since Sunday, I'll give you a quick update on Monday, Tuesday, & Wednesday:

Monday

A group of us celebrated a friends birthday at the Melting Pot...if you haven't been there...stop reading now, shutdown your computer, grab your keys, and your ass over there! Yes, it was that amazing. For those of you that don't know about it, you get a four course Fondue dinner starting with your choice of cheese (we got the Feng Shui Cheese Fondue & Fiesta Cheese Fondue), then you choose your salad (I had the Mandarin and Almond Oriental Salad), next is your entrée (we chose the Fondue Feast which comes with Ahi Tuna, Vannamei Shrimp, Teriyaki Sirloin, Tenderloin, Panang Chicken and Potstickers) with your type of cooking style (we chose traditional Court Bouillon style & Mojo style), and lastly (the best part!) the dessert (we chose the Yin & Yang Chocolate Fondue and Chocolate S'mores Fondue). Three hours later we had all gained five pounds....so take that my dear cousin and your husband....and shove it! :) I will warn you that the place is a bit pricey ("a bit" being an understatement), but it's totally worth it. In fact, I would rather go there than Texas de Brazil any day (even though T de B has the good looking waiters w/ the accents!!!!)

Tuesday

Most of you already know what happens on Tuesdays.....The Flying Saucer! This is another unique place because it is a bar that has over 200 different types of beer from around the world. A group of us go there every Tuesday to play trivia and ummm...drink. Also, I've signed up for the UFO Club, where I have to drink 200 different types of beers and then I'll get my name put on a plate, which will go on the wall for all of eternity (okay, maybe not eternity, but for a really long time). Its pretty simple how it works....you sign-up for the UFO card ($14 for membership & a FS t-shirt) and everytime to go to the Saucer you swipe your card at the computer and it keeps up with what beers you've had and which ones you have yet to drink. Upon completion of the 200 beers you get a $100 beer tab to celebrate your victory, and then you officially become a Beer Knurd.

This Tuesday we didn't have many people show up, but its all cool b/c the guy that runs trivia bought me a beer! (No, he wasn't hitting on me...he just knows our group really well and will buy us beer and food all the time.)

Wednesday

I'm not sure if it had anything to do with what my cousins said this last weekend, but I started exercising/working-out today. I kept telling myself that I would hit the gym tomorrow, but tomorrow turned into a couple of months. Anyway, I'll trying going at least 3 times a week (I don't want to set the bar too high and not be able to keep up with it.), and see how it goes. Also, I bought a hybrid mountain/racing bike last fall, so I'll get that out and starting riding again.

Gnite!

Nashville = :)

I started writing this on Saturday 5/12/07:

First of all, I need to go ahead and apologize for my drunken rambling the other night. It made for a funny post, but I believe I left out words, punctuation, etc.....which made it difficult to read. Also, I don't normally drop the F-bomb (or other curse words) that often!

Well, we're heading back to Memphis in another hour, so I'll provide a Nashville wrap-up. I came here for my sisters friends graduation, but I'm leaving here with some new friends of my own! As I mentioned in my incoherent post the other day, we went out drinking Thursday night and met up with a bunch of people. Well, I left out one major detail...how we got there. Seeing that we're all smart and responsible adults we decided to call a taxi, but it wasn't any old taxi...it was the Party Cab! The driver (who happened to be Pakistani) had loud music playing, strobe lights flashing inside, mardi gras beads all over the dashboard, and a group of people singing "If you wanna be my lover" by the Spice Girls....hahaha! My description of the Party Cab doesn't do it justice, so I guess I'll have to show you a video:

Continued writing on Sunday 5/13/07:

In summary, I had an AWESOME time in Nashville. My sisters friends were great, I'm glad she has friends that care for her, but also like to have *responsible* fun (calling a taxi instead of driving drunk).

We got back in town Saturday afternoon and found out that my cousin and her husband from Kentucky were coming to visit. Most of you probably don't know this, but I truly despise both of them. Why you ask? Well, I think they're both self-centered, cocky, showy, annoying, full of themselves, and have little regard to the feelings of people around them. Their favorite thing to do is comment on everyone else's weight, for example they've come up to me and the first thing out of their mouth was, "You gained a little weight, haven't you? Why aren't you exercising?" >>> "Geez, it's nice to see you also!" Honestly, I don't need to here this from them, I KNOW when I've gained weight....I don't need them to specifically point it out.

Anyway, I decided to be nice and hang out with them at my parents' house, hoping they wouldn't make annoying comments. BUT, hoping wasn't enough....the husband came up to me and said, "You seem fat and happy.".....he just couldn't resist could he? At that point I wanted to take the nearest sharp object and stab him in the eye {I'm not really that violent....some people just bring out the best in me....lol.} Instead, I just laughed and moved on. Apparently the cousin said something to my sister, so we were both pretty mad the whole time they were there.

On Sunday, they wanted to go shopping with my sister and myself. We tried making up excuses as to why we couldn't make it, but they forced us and gave us the guilt trip about how we didn't spend enough time with them and blah blah blah. Because we're nice people, we decided to meet them at the mall at 2:30pm. We got there on time, but they weren't there, so we decided to get some Passion Tea from Starbucks. They showed up at 3:00pm (being late is normal for them....the Saturday night dinner at my parents' house was at 5:00pm, they showed up at 7:30pm...without apologizing). My cousin and I had wanted to buy sunglasses, so we went to the Sunglass Hut, and while we're looking "the husband" comes up to me and tell me that the glasses he has on are made by Prada and they cost him close to $300. >>>> I don't give a shit! Then he decides he wants to tell the Sunglass hut representative the same thing, and she doesn't obviously care either. We didn't find anything there, so we moved on to Macy's...and once again I see "the husband" tell the cashier about his expensive sunglasses.....WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?

After Macy's "the husband" starts complaining about coming to the mall (then why did you agree on coming in the first place asshole?) and he says he wants to get some coffee from Starbucks. My sister and I inform him that we were just there (its located outside of the mall), so we suggest a nice restaurant to grab some dessert or something. He promptly rejects the idea and persists on going to Starbucks. Once again we bite the bullet, and go along with their plan and end up at Starbucks. That hour at Starbucks had to be the worst hour of my life...nobody was talking! My sister and I would try and initiate a conversation (we're very talkative, hell, my sister is studying to be a Psychologist....she can talk to people!), but these two wouldn't talk to us normally! They gave us curt answers and just wanted to know how many calories were in our drinks, whether we were exercising, and stupid shit like that. Oh wait, I'm sorry, they did ask my sister about her research..........................but when she began telling them, they changed the topic >>>> yup, assholes. Needless to say we were soooo relieved when we left, because I was on the verge of "accidentally" dropping my mocha frap on them!

A little bit about the parents....my mom and dad didn't bring up the topic of me being gay at all....we are all normal. Actually, my mom was really nice to me, I think she thinks I'm depressed about being gay. LOL! At least she's talking to me, I know she has questions, but I guess she'll ask them in time.

Confessions of a drunk indian

So....before i begin writing this blog...i need to let you know that i'm *kinda* tipsy. i went to dinner with my sisters friends parents at a mexican place that sucked!!!....dude....how in the fuck do you get mexican food wrong...apparently La Paz (or some shit like that) did....don't EVER go there!! Well, after eating there we came back to the dorms and then went out to a place called Buffalos and it was kinda cool (2 for $5 beers made it great!!). We had beer, shots, and other drinks there. I like all of my sisters friends with the exception of red shirt....she seemed kinda bitchy....i wouldnt hit that (LOL!!!), and a couple of the friends that have annoying voice....seriously they had squeaky voices that annoyed the shit out of you.....it was like "SHUT THE FUCK UP for 2 seconds"....but whatever...my sisters friends....i'll deal with it. :)

Buffalos was fun....lots of good looking people (yes, lots of hot girls for all you str8-y's). I actually liked one of my sisters friends.....i won't say who....cuz the sis reads the blog....but i was kinda impressed.

So, funny story....apparently one of my sisters' friends had brought her parents to the bar >>>>> WHY IN THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT!!!!!!!!!???? apparently she's really cool w/ her parents who buy her shots and shit, but still.....thats just retarded in my opinion. The parents need to grow up and the daughter needs to get a life.....we will call her dumb bitch. So, dumb bitch acts all cool w/ everybody and introduces her parents to everyone and i'm no impressed...honestly...her and her family should have been thrown out of the bar. too hars, i think not.

i really shud get to sleep cuz the graduation ceremony is in another 4-5 hours (muahahha), i'll probably have a hangover tomorrow morning, but i'll end up drinking again tomorrow nite....i heart nashville. :) LOL !!!

Gnite to all and to all a peaceful night (with the exception to red shirt and girl who brought her parents of course !!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Molly Maid....come to me!

Work was normal as usual, however we did try a new place for lunch: Zoes Kitchen. I had the Grilled Chicken Pita with Chips and a side of fruit (something healthy >>> LOL). Overall, I thought the food was kind of bland (and that's not because I'm Indian and I like to eat spicy food)...maybe I was expecting too much out this place. Nevertheless, the decor and look of the place was very cool! I liked the fact that you could sit by the window and watch the trolley drive by or the multitude of people rushing from one place to another, while you sit there on a orange colored chair peacefully observing. (Hmmm...I feel so Henry Thoreau-ish....lol).


I ended up staying an hour late after work because I wanted to get out an hour earlier tomorrow to go to Nashville w/ my sis. Apparently, we're going for a friends graduation and we're supposed to meet her parents for dinner tomorrow night....that should be interesting. Graduation is Friday morning and apparently they have it outside.....this is going to be hell with all this heat & humidity!! We might go shopping at the big-ass mall during the afternoon time, and then have fun Friday night.

SOOO...when I got home today I had *planned* on cleaning my apartment, washing some clothes, and then packing my bag. Well, I got the last two done, but my apartment still looks like a shit hole....man I wish I was more organized! I hire one of those Molly Maids or something ....I'm such a lazy bastard.

I'll try updating the blog tomorrow (even though I probably have a grand total of 2 readers...lol), but it all depends on what we end up doing after dinner. Honestly, I don't know if much will be happening on a Thursday night, but I guess we'll see. I should be back Saturday afternoon.


For all you str8 guys....here's a french maid video for you (lol):

Beer Knurd

All I could think about the entire day was going to the Flying Saucer and hanging out with my friends! Work was normal as usual...do shit, check Facebook, do some more shit, check Gmail, check Facebook, do a tad more shit, and again check Facebook >>> LOL!


We had about 7.3 people there (0.3 is for someone that stayed for only 30 minutes) and we had a great time. For those of you that don't know...we play Trivia there every Tuesday....winners get either cool beer glasses, gift certificates, or t-shirts. Btw...YES, we have won many times! This night was even more special because we also got to celebrate a friends birthday...she turned 24 today...woot woot!!! In honor of her birthday, the guy that runs the trivia bought her a beer -->

Lindeman's Framboise (suggested by yours truly...lol). beerliquors.com describes it as,

"Deep opaque garnet with frothy carbonation. Sour raspberry aromas also show a hint of tart, winey character. A brisk, tart entry leads to a medium-bodied palate with a nice balance of sweetness and tart lambic character. A sweeter, though not cloying example of the lambic style." = AWESOME BEER !!! If you haven't tried it....you should! (Btw...it's a Belgium beer if you were wondering.) After the beer, I got the trivia guy to announce her birthday to the entire bar and we all sang her "Happy Birthday"....all meaning the entire bar >>> LOL!!! How awesome is that? :)


All in all, it was a great night and I'm grateful to have such awesome friends.


For those of you that couldn't show up....we're there every Tuesday!

Doubtful

“There are two ways to slide easily through life: to believe everything or to doubt everything. Both ways save us from thinking.” - Alfred Korzybski

Work was like a love-hate relationship today....I wanted to be there (to get my mind off of things), but my body and mind were so worn-out that I should have stayed at home. Aside from the lack of sleep last night, I was still thinking about what happened in the past two days. So, most of the day was pretty sluggish, but I did my best to stay awake and actually get shit done.

Later I ended up having dinner with my sister and two friends at Pei-Wei (mmm..the Teriyaki Bowl...my favorite!). While we were at dinner, my sister filled us in about my mom's situation and what was going on at the house. Apparently, my mom has majorly calmed down and feels bad for what she said to me and trying to pull that religous conversion shit...(oh you remember...the rock sugar & red powder shit). However, I was/am a little doubtful of her true motives....does she really feel remorse?...does she understand that this is NOT a disease?...will she try "curing" me when I go visit???? My sister assured me that my mom was trying understand the situation, but that I needed to help her by talking to her. Personally, I don't want to talk to her right now, I can still hear that stuff she said to me in my head, and I think I need a little time away from her. I think my parents want me to come over for dinner sometime during the week, but I'm thinking more like Saturday or Sunday...we'll see how it goes.

I really do want her to understand, I want educate her about the situation, but I'm not sure how to...do I get some videos from the library, a PowerPoint presentation (Slide 1: I'm Gay, Slide 2: I'm Still Gay, Slide 3: Guess what....I'm Gay! >> geek alert !!! lol), or maybe I just need to sit down w/ her and answer them to my best ability. In a way, it's kind of weird talking to your mom about being gay because I know she'll ask questions like, "How do you know you're gay?" or "What do you feel when you see a guy/girl?" Ughh...I hate those questions b/c you just know! Its like how you str8 people know you like someone of the opposite gender...you just know.

In the end, I will put my doubts aside and try helping her.

Gnite.

P.S. I added a music player to the site where I'll change songs every now and then - being a little FOB (Fresh Off the Boat >>> we'll leave that for another post), I'll throw in some Indian music also! Also, if you have a funny picture of a samosa...send it to me! :)

Day 2

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, they do.

In the morning it was actually really weird because my mom was talking to me normally....I was like, "holy shit...she's trying to be nice." Nevertheless, I kept my distance with her along with keeping my conversations short. The whole time I was there, I felt like someone had died in the house and we [mom, sister, and myself......dad was at work] were walking around mourning. That's when I realized I needed to leave for a while, so my sister and I went shopping for some stuff and came back around 5:00pm and started watching TV with her.

Well, 5:30 rolled around and my dad got home and we continued to watch TV, without saying much. Around 6:30 I decided to drive back to my apartment, but my mom stopped me and said we need to pray. Now, I'm freaked out....what hell the does the bitch want to pray about....is she trying to pray the gayness away?? Yet, a small part of me says she's praying for the strength to deal with this, and even though I'm not that religious, I'll do it for her. So we pray.

As soon as we're done praying she comes up to me with a bag of rock sugar and some red powder in a ziploc bag and tells me to eat some of the sugar every day and put the red shit on myself so that god can cure me >>>> WTF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????....CURE ME???? Is this a fuckin disease to her? Moreover, the bitch corners me and forces me to take the shit while I hysterically cry [why am i so fuckin emotional!!!???] I look towards my dad for support, but he tells me to go ahead and take it [i know he's just trying to pacify the situation], but I refuse and yell at them, "THIS IS NOT A DISEASE!!!" She responds by saying that she'll do anything for me including pray everyday for me to become normal. WTF ONCE AGAIN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW I'M NOT NORMAL!!! By this time, my sister comes back in the room and see the bitch literally cornering me into the room and asks whats going on, once I tell her that my fuckin "mom" is trying to "cure" me my sister starts getting mad. At this point my mom says that prayer has cured a lot of things like cancer.......OMG.....now she's comparing being gay to cancer!!! WOW! [Don't you all wish you had a caring mother like mine!???]

Now my sister is pissed and see's how obviously hurt I am and yells towards me, "You need to leave the house now, don't listen to them, they're hurting you, just leave!" My dad tries to stop me, but I run into my room and grab my shit trying to leave. Guess who follows?....Yup, the bitch follows me to my room and has the audacity to bring her rosary beads and tell me that i need to pray everyday !!!!!!!!!!! OMFG....GET THIS BITCH AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I KNOCK HER DOWN! [Yes, I am violently crying.] My sister and I grab my shit and throw it in my car, but my dad stops me from leaving. He jumps into my car, stops the ignition, and tries to calm me down. He tells me that he loves me and doesn't want me to change, he's happy with me just like I am. He wants me to come back next weekend and help my mom understand >>> THAT SHIT AIN'T HAPPENING !

Eventually, my sister followed me back to my apartment and she'll hang out with me tonight. [Btw...have I mentioned how AMAZING she is?...if she didn't help me leave, I might have gone crazy because I felt soooo trapped earlier!] Also, two of my friends [who are going to remain anonymous...they know who they are] calmed me down while I drove back to my apartment and another friend called once I got back to the APT [I also have some amazing friends!!!]

Its been an eventful two days, but we'll see how this shit plays out. Enough of this depressing shit....watch this video and laugh a little (and find out why i love youtube so much!):

The Expose

I came out to my parents yesterday afternoon. Honestly, I thought that day would never come, but I guess the support of my sister and friends helped me overcome my greatest fear. We were sitting in the computer room watching TV, we had just laughed about something, and were about to turn on an Indian movie (low-stress was very important). That's when my sister kept giving me hints to go ahead and tell them, but I was really apprehensive, so I turned on the movie, but paused it 30 seconds later and said, "I have to tell you guys something." Immediately my mom asked which one of us had a boyfriend or girlfriend, but I guess the look on my face told her it was a lot more serious than that. At that moment I asked my sister how to start and she told to just go ahead and say it...."I'm gay."

My mom responded with, "I knew it............................................but its not like something you can't change." Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the bitch just told me to change the fact that I was gay. [Of course I busted out in tears.] On the other hand, my dad got up, gave me a big hug, and told me that he still loved me no matter what. [Which led to more tears, but out of happiness.] My dad is amazing, he told me that he didn't know and he still doesn't understand it completely, but he still supports me and loves me >>>> WOW.....my dad is awesome! My sister told them that at one point I had thought about just getting married and living a lie for the rest of my life, but then I realized it wouldn't be fair for the girl I married or me. This is when my mom said, "Well, sometimes you make sacrafices for your family! Plus, you can change it!" Can you believe that shit...she would rather be happy with the fact that I was unhappily married to some girl, than be happy with a guy....yes, that is my mother. [I thought your parents always wanted your happiness...I guess not with my mom.] She also said that being gay was America's theory, and with my American attitude I would never be able to change it. ["Cry Me a River" was an understatement at this point!] My sister tried telling her that people were gay all over the world, in fact, over 80% of gay men in India are married because they were afraid to tell anybody. [Sad times.]

My dad continued to be supportive and told me that he would always be there for me, in fact, I could move back into the house if I needed his support. He also said that it would be a hard life for me, and that I would need to remain strong. [Fuck yeah, especially with people like Bush running the country!] Then my mom decided to make her final comment, "Why couldn't you tell me this after I died?" [Can someone get the crazy bitch some valium?] At this point my dad yelled at her and told her to stop saying such things to me and he rushed over to give me another hug. She left the room and hasn't talked to me since. My dad and my sister stayed with me, he had questions, and my sister and I tried to answer them in the best way possible. I could see he felt hurt, but not because I was gay....because I would have to lead a hard life, and he couldn't protect me anymore.

I'm sorry for my first post being so depressing, but I promise you they'll be a lot happier/funnier in the future. For those of you that know me, know that I always have a funny story tell.