Growing up, I had always been curious about Mermaids and Extraterestrials. I searched and searched about them. I spent a lot of time in the library just to read about them. But, all I found were myths. However! Now, with the rich resources of today's internet, I just stumbled into some old documents with very reliable consistencies. I will share with you information about the Mermaids today.
In Ancient Japan, actually up until the 19th century when the Ninja practice still existed, Ninja masters took in students. Each Ninja master would choose one loyal student to accompany him everywhere he went. He would teach this student everything. In turn, the student was to obey him in every way, every demand, including sex. The students were to always assume the bottom position. When the students grew up and left the masters and became masters themselves, they would then take in their own students. They then became the tops.
However, it didn't always happen that way. Some of the new Masters loved being the bottom so much, they lied about their age and joined other groups as students. The Association of Ancient Japanese Ninjas later found out, investigated, and stripped off all the Master titles from these Ninja Masters and shipped them all to one of the Polynesian islands where they were to make flower necklaces to sell to the Ancient Greeks and Romans. When the Ancient Greek and Roman merchant ships sailed by the island, these ninjas would dress up as geishas and lured these sex-deprived men into having sex with them. They showed these men the art of gay anal sex. These Greeks and Romans loved it so much that they introduced it to their people when they returned to their homelands. They called it "bottom-me". Over time, some high-ranking Greeks with speech problems called it "soddom-me".
The ancient merchants around the world started to frequent this island. Some unknown artist without much talent drew these ninjas wearing kimonos and passed around. Through a couple of centuries and bad artists, these kimonos started to look at tails. People started to call these ninjas as Merchant Maids. Later, it was shortened as Mer-maids. Later, King Henry the XI of England took a trip to this island. It was told that he didn't have a good time, so he sent some of these Mer-maids to Hawaii.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
I am happy this morning
It's been a pretty hectic season at the clinic. We actually lost quite a number of patients due to the lack of providers. However, we have also gained quite a number of new patients from words of mouth. They are still lining up in front of the clinic every morning. I'm not complaining. I am glad of the stability my clinic has.
I finally found two PAs that seem very loyal and enjoy working with our patient population. They are not the smartest PAs, but they work as a team and, most important of all, know the limit of what they know, just like we (my sister and I) do. I am very afraid of providers who think they know too much. Another good news is that I will have another, potentially good, PA coming this March. The waiting time for my patients would be tremendously less. This will cost me tons of money, but the stress would be less for everyone. I already hired another regular staff in preparation of his coming here. This is because the more providers I have, the more interpreters I will need. More expenses...
I am very happy because I will have more time to spend with Jim. I think about that all the time. Pretty much every day now, I am exhausted with being overworked. Emotionally, I am content. Physically, I am not. To think about it, I am still OK physically, it's just that I have so many things to do with very little time. I want to enjoy life now and in the future. Getting toward that goal, I have to prepare and build up to it.
At home, I just kind of finished the koi pond in the front yard. Actually, I didn't do it. I just designed and directed and helped people do it. It looks pretty good. I still have to hide the pipes, but it's been too cold. I'll do that in April. Maybe I'll just show someone to do it for me. I don't mind doing it, but the frogs are already there. And I am afraid of them. I detest them....
I already have a group of landscapers starting to put down pavers to create a patio around the pond and on the sides of the house. It's going to be nice. I will have them put down a lot of flowers and plants. I often envision Jim and I sitting at the patio surrounding the pond, under the cherry blossoms, looking at the moon, once in a while stealing a kiss. Then, we can stroll around the garden along the pathway. The dim lights highlighting the patios will be just enough for the two of us. My garden is large enough for my family and for Jim and me to enjoy separately at the same time. This year, my goal is to have more bonfires, with Jim, of course. I will put more plants, flowers at the firepit area and along the border of the pond so when we look out into the pond there would be more than just water and the houses on the other side of the pond.
I love colors. I love plants. They make me feel happy. They make me look at the positive sides of things. And I love to share that with my loved ones: Jim and my family.
I just have a feeling that this year Jim and I will enjoy life a little more. I am so happy thinking about it.
I finally found two PAs that seem very loyal and enjoy working with our patient population. They are not the smartest PAs, but they work as a team and, most important of all, know the limit of what they know, just like we (my sister and I) do. I am very afraid of providers who think they know too much. Another good news is that I will have another, potentially good, PA coming this March. The waiting time for my patients would be tremendously less. This will cost me tons of money, but the stress would be less for everyone. I already hired another regular staff in preparation of his coming here. This is because the more providers I have, the more interpreters I will need. More expenses...
I am very happy because I will have more time to spend with Jim. I think about that all the time. Pretty much every day now, I am exhausted with being overworked. Emotionally, I am content. Physically, I am not. To think about it, I am still OK physically, it's just that I have so many things to do with very little time. I want to enjoy life now and in the future. Getting toward that goal, I have to prepare and build up to it.
At home, I just kind of finished the koi pond in the front yard. Actually, I didn't do it. I just designed and directed and helped people do it. It looks pretty good. I still have to hide the pipes, but it's been too cold. I'll do that in April. Maybe I'll just show someone to do it for me. I don't mind doing it, but the frogs are already there. And I am afraid of them. I detest them....
I already have a group of landscapers starting to put down pavers to create a patio around the pond and on the sides of the house. It's going to be nice. I will have them put down a lot of flowers and plants. I often envision Jim and I sitting at the patio surrounding the pond, under the cherry blossoms, looking at the moon, once in a while stealing a kiss. Then, we can stroll around the garden along the pathway. The dim lights highlighting the patios will be just enough for the two of us. My garden is large enough for my family and for Jim and me to enjoy separately at the same time. This year, my goal is to have more bonfires, with Jim, of course. I will put more plants, flowers at the firepit area and along the border of the pond so when we look out into the pond there would be more than just water and the houses on the other side of the pond.
I love colors. I love plants. They make me feel happy. They make me look at the positive sides of things. And I love to share that with my loved ones: Jim and my family.
I just have a feeling that this year Jim and I will enjoy life a little more. I am so happy thinking about it.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
The Homo Depot
I used to think that only the macho, straight men go to the Home Depot because straight men know how to build things. I was surprised when I found out a lot of gay men like and do fix and build things. I myself really don't.
I do not want to fix things. I do not want to build things. That's all to it! I know I can do it if I really want to, but I don't. I don't even want to get a fancy cell phone just because I don't want to learn all the functions that I will never use. Jim thought I was weird...or crazy. A little, I guess. OK, a lot.
Anyway, after hiring at least 4 different landscapers who overcharged but didn't do a decent job, I have had it. Why is it so difficult to find good servicemen? First of all, they don't look good. Second, they don't do a good job. Third, they often try to fool you. Just because we need their service, it doesn't mean we have no clue how things are done. We just don't want to do it.
Well, today, I tried to be one of those gay Homo Depot guys. I set up 3 dripping irrigation areas in my garden, and they worked! I was so happy. Now, I don't have to worry about my plants not having enough water anymore...at least in those three areas. I still have many to go. I just couldn't believe it. It was very easy...
Another project that I want to do is building another koi pond. I already have a large koi pond. However, there's an area in the front yard where I want to be the focal point. There're already a large Japanese maple, an ornamental pine tree and other plants. Now, I want to build a pond there and plant lilly pads and put some Koi down. I already picked out the big rocks that look like those mountains in the Chinese paintings. I had holes drilled in them so I could pump water through them to make waterfalls. I am going to put them in the center of the pond. I am also going to have waterfalls coming from outside the pond.
You guessed it. I am going to do it myself. Well, I am going to direct some workers that I hired to do it. I am going to buy the materials and manage the project myself. I was going to hire a company to do it. But their price was way overinflated. On the materials alone, they marked up almost double what I would pay if I had ordered myself. Their labor charge was outrageous. I can have a better looking pond with good equipment with half the price they were asking for if I overlooked the project myself. I did some research on the pump and filtration system today. I am more confident now that my plan is even more well thought.
I am very excited. I am excited because I plan to make a sitting area beside the pond. Jim and I like to look at the moon. Maybe, we can sit there to look at the moon when the project is done. Actually, I'll wait till the Spring to sit there. There's a Cherry Blossom tree there. I'd like to replace it with a purple flowered Crepe Myrtle. Maybe, Jim can do that for me. There's also a long walk-way that needs to be finished. Maybe, Jim can do that for me, too. There are so much leaves in the yard. Maybe, Jim can help me with that, too. It's about time to put up the Christmas lights, too. I have to go call Jim...
:)))
P.S. I love you, Jim
I do not want to fix things. I do not want to build things. That's all to it! I know I can do it if I really want to, but I don't. I don't even want to get a fancy cell phone just because I don't want to learn all the functions that I will never use. Jim thought I was weird...or crazy. A little, I guess. OK, a lot.
Anyway, after hiring at least 4 different landscapers who overcharged but didn't do a decent job, I have had it. Why is it so difficult to find good servicemen? First of all, they don't look good. Second, they don't do a good job. Third, they often try to fool you. Just because we need their service, it doesn't mean we have no clue how things are done. We just don't want to do it.
Well, today, I tried to be one of those gay Homo Depot guys. I set up 3 dripping irrigation areas in my garden, and they worked! I was so happy. Now, I don't have to worry about my plants not having enough water anymore...at least in those three areas. I still have many to go. I just couldn't believe it. It was very easy...
Another project that I want to do is building another koi pond. I already have a large koi pond. However, there's an area in the front yard where I want to be the focal point. There're already a large Japanese maple, an ornamental pine tree and other plants. Now, I want to build a pond there and plant lilly pads and put some Koi down. I already picked out the big rocks that look like those mountains in the Chinese paintings. I had holes drilled in them so I could pump water through them to make waterfalls. I am going to put them in the center of the pond. I am also going to have waterfalls coming from outside the pond.
You guessed it. I am going to do it myself. Well, I am going to direct some workers that I hired to do it. I am going to buy the materials and manage the project myself. I was going to hire a company to do it. But their price was way overinflated. On the materials alone, they marked up almost double what I would pay if I had ordered myself. Their labor charge was outrageous. I can have a better looking pond with good equipment with half the price they were asking for if I overlooked the project myself. I did some research on the pump and filtration system today. I am more confident now that my plan is even more well thought.
I am very excited. I am excited because I plan to make a sitting area beside the pond. Jim and I like to look at the moon. Maybe, we can sit there to look at the moon when the project is done. Actually, I'll wait till the Spring to sit there. There's a Cherry Blossom tree there. I'd like to replace it with a purple flowered Crepe Myrtle. Maybe, Jim can do that for me. There's also a long walk-way that needs to be finished. Maybe, Jim can do that for me, too. There are so much leaves in the yard. Maybe, Jim can help me with that, too. It's about time to put up the Christmas lights, too. I have to go call Jim...
:)))
P.S. I love you, Jim
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Thursday, August 2, 2012
A Store that Sells Cock Meat
Jim often said that I think everyone is gay. Not true...not at all.
How about that guy from the Chicken store? He might be a closeted gay in disguise. And all those church goers that lined up on Wednesday to get a piece of Chicken might be gay to their core, too.
Last night, in my dream:
That CEO guy used to have a gay lover. The two used to love hot dogs. All they ate were hot dogs. Big hot dogs, small hot dogs, they sucked on them at every meal. Their moms thought they should expand their horizon beyond the American hot dogs, so they stole all of their sons' hot dogs and kept for themselves and sent their boys to France for more culture.
In France, hot dogs were so expensive. So, the two became creative and turned to cheese sticks instead. Well, that didn't go well since they were, and still are to date, lactose intolerance. Diarrhea wasn't good for their sex life. Hence, they knew they had to change their diet.
"What are we going to eat now? Hmmm."
"But I like hot dogs...I want hot dogs...It's just so fulfilling...I want it!!!" the future CEO to be stumped his feet and whined at his boyfriend.
"OK, OK...I'll find something," the boyfriend tried to calm down his whiny lover.
Lucky for them, a little rooster strolled by. "A cock, a cock!!!"
So, they fried their "cock".
"I love cock meat!"
"COQ meat, you mean."
"Oui, Oui."
"I think when we go back to America, we should open a fast food chain for all of our cock lover friends."
"That's a Cock-Filling-Ass idea! I think we should name our fast food chain Cock-Filling-Ass. You know?"
"But we are church-goers; we can't say Cock and Ass...Oops, I just said it...hehehe...giggle giggle..."
"Let's settle for Chic Fil A. As long as you and I know what it means, it's satisfying enough...giggle, giggle."
"Honey, you can go ahead and giggle. You don't have to say 'giggle giggle'. It's annoying."
"I want to be the CEO. But I want my title to have something related to a cock. I just love cocks. Cocks taste good!!! How about Mr. COQ?"
"Our cock lover, oops...chicken lover...friends won't think it's becoming of you to use COQ."
"How about COO?"
"I guess."
"Give me a C...Give me an O...give a Q...Give me a COCK, COCK, COCK...Give me your COCK!!!"
A few months later, a cock meat fast food chain came out, and a lot of chicken loving church goers loved the juice of their cock meat.
...
That was my dream.
I thought only prostitutes make money on cocks.
How about that guy from the Chicken store? He might be a closeted gay in disguise. And all those church goers that lined up on Wednesday to get a piece of Chicken might be gay to their core, too.
Last night, in my dream:
That CEO guy used to have a gay lover. The two used to love hot dogs. All they ate were hot dogs. Big hot dogs, small hot dogs, they sucked on them at every meal. Their moms thought they should expand their horizon beyond the American hot dogs, so they stole all of their sons' hot dogs and kept for themselves and sent their boys to France for more culture.
In France, hot dogs were so expensive. So, the two became creative and turned to cheese sticks instead. Well, that didn't go well since they were, and still are to date, lactose intolerance. Diarrhea wasn't good for their sex life. Hence, they knew they had to change their diet.
"What are we going to eat now? Hmmm."
"But I like hot dogs...I want hot dogs...It's just so fulfilling...I want it!!!" the future CEO to be stumped his feet and whined at his boyfriend.
"OK, OK...I'll find something," the boyfriend tried to calm down his whiny lover.
Lucky for them, a little rooster strolled by. "A cock, a cock!!!"
So, they fried their "cock".
"I love cock meat!"
"COQ meat, you mean."
"Oui, Oui."
"I think when we go back to America, we should open a fast food chain for all of our cock lover friends."
"That's a Cock-Filling-Ass idea! I think we should name our fast food chain Cock-Filling-Ass. You know?"
"But we are church-goers; we can't say Cock and Ass...Oops, I just said it...hehehe...giggle giggle..."
"Let's settle for Chic Fil A. As long as you and I know what it means, it's satisfying enough...giggle, giggle."
"Honey, you can go ahead and giggle. You don't have to say 'giggle giggle'. It's annoying."
"I want to be the CEO. But I want my title to have something related to a cock. I just love cocks. Cocks taste good!!! How about Mr. COQ?"
"Our cock lover, oops...chicken lover...friends won't think it's becoming of you to use COQ."
"How about COO?"
"I guess."
"Give me a C...Give me an O...give a Q...Give me a COCK, COCK, COCK...Give me your COCK!!!"
A few months later, a cock meat fast food chain came out, and a lot of chicken loving church goers loved the juice of their cock meat.
...
That was my dream.
I thought only prostitutes make money on cocks.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
I AM BEAT!
A 65 y.o. man came to see me for the first time and asked me if I could do something for his penis. His has been getting shorter and shorter over the years, and now it's difficult to pull it out whenever he needed to urinate. Well, keep on pulling on it, I guess. If I know how to lengthen penises, I would have done it on mine years ago, though I don't think I need to... :).
Later in the day, I performed a PAP smear, and there were sperms in the vagina...Why???
Then, there was this young guy from Nepal. I diagnosed him with Rheumatoid Arthritis. He insisted on having X-Rays of his joints, a whole bunch of joints. He just stared at me when I told him I already knew what he had and didn't need to do the X-Rays. He stared at me again and again. What the heck? It took me more time talking back and forth with my interpreter, and he just stared at me. That's it! Go home and take the medicine. I am not the type who does everything patients want. I had a whole bunch of patients waiting for me, and he kept on staring at me!
Today was not a good day. I got to the office at 8 a.m., and there already were around 30 patients in the waiting area. Some had appointments; some didn't. It stressed me out when patients had to wait for a long time. It didn't help when the walk-in patients kept on complaining about the wait. Most of the time, it's the Vietnamese patients. They whined and whined and whined. They came after other people, and they wanted to be seen first. "I have to go to work." "I'm very sick." "I'm hungry." "I've been waiting for so long." Etc... Well, other patients before you had to go to work, too. They were sick, too. They were hungry, too. And they had waited longer than you. So, stop whining!
God, today was all that and more...I am beat!
Later in the day, I performed a PAP smear, and there were sperms in the vagina...Why???
Then, there was this young guy from Nepal. I diagnosed him with Rheumatoid Arthritis. He insisted on having X-Rays of his joints, a whole bunch of joints. He just stared at me when I told him I already knew what he had and didn't need to do the X-Rays. He stared at me again and again. What the heck? It took me more time talking back and forth with my interpreter, and he just stared at me. That's it! Go home and take the medicine. I am not the type who does everything patients want. I had a whole bunch of patients waiting for me, and he kept on staring at me!
Today was not a good day. I got to the office at 8 a.m., and there already were around 30 patients in the waiting area. Some had appointments; some didn't. It stressed me out when patients had to wait for a long time. It didn't help when the walk-in patients kept on complaining about the wait. Most of the time, it's the Vietnamese patients. They whined and whined and whined. They came after other people, and they wanted to be seen first. "I have to go to work." "I'm very sick." "I'm hungry." "I've been waiting for so long." Etc... Well, other patients before you had to go to work, too. They were sick, too. They were hungry, too. And they had waited longer than you. So, stop whining!
God, today was all that and more...I am beat!
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Shit Comes from Lack of Communication...
A couple of days ago, I received a message from someone with an Eastern Indian accent. It was so heavy that I couldn't understand what he was talking about. "Ju helf accjent! Wai ju wurrie Indeeung accjent?!!"
"Gay Confucius, I have no clue what you're talking about either. I thought you're gone for good!"
"Wan nook eg mee weewee?"
"NO! Get away from me!"
Anyway, this person said he was calling from some company and that there was some problem with something and I should call back at some number and refer to some ID number. I had no clue.
So many companies are now outsourcing to India. If they do that, they should at least find employees who can speak clearly. A lot of time, even when they speak a little clearly, they have no clue what they're talking about. It's like they are reading from a cheat sheet. Even when they are supposed to be the technical specialists, a lot of times they make no sense. It's so frustrating.
I still don't know what that message was about. It's very annoying because I don't know whether it was something important.
I thought I'm pretty good with understanding people who talk with an accent. I have an accent myself. Jim thinks it's exotic. I do it to humor him. I have no accent when I speak to the people in my family. At my clinic, I have patients from so many different countries. Patients who speak English are the minorities. Excluding my sister and the PA, I have 4 female Hispanic employees, 2 male Hispanic employees, 1 male Nepalese employee, 1 female Burmese, 2 male Burmese, 2 male Vietnamese, and 1 female Vietnamese. It's like an international market when my clinic is crowded with patients, which is all the time.
Anyway, I love my patients. Most of them are indigent but very nice. My overhead is very high because they don't usually speak English. A lot of time, we are like their social workers as well.
"Fook! Geg ong wee duh jstoree!"
"Hold your horses, Dear Gay Confucius!!!"
Anyway...
"Ju ang-nee-wei all duh tyme!"
"Shut up!!!"
"Ju Jut oop!! Fook! Ju lo jut up ole meng nike mee"
Anyway, 2 days ago, I saw a 17 y.o. Nepalese girl. She said she spoke English, so I didn't need my Nepalese guy to interpret. She had symptoms of a Urinary Tract Infection. So, I gave her a cup to collect some urine for me. I specifically asked her to urinate in there. She said she couldn't. I told her I needed just a little bit. A moment later, she brought back the cup with poop in it. Ew!!!
"No, no..."
"You told me to urinate," she said with an Indian-like accent.
"Yes...pee..."
"Oh, you should say pee!"
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