At my psychological anthropology class, talking about the intersex movement...
Professor O'Rourke: "Jamie Curtis was intersex and had an ambiguous genitalia. They made her into a girl because...it was easy."
Ryan: "I can understand why. Excuse me if I squirm."
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
To someone who may be slightly insecure about their straightness
In El Cajon with James. Some guy calls him a 'faggot' from a distance...coward.
James: "Did someone just call me a 'faggot?'"
Ryan: "I heard it too, but hey, that word describes my kind of guy." ;)
James is straight.
James: "Did someone just call me a 'faggot?'"
Ryan: "I heard it too, but hey, that word describes my kind of guy." ;)
James is straight.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
To a cashier who takes their sweet time on you
I was preordering Dark Souls for the 360 at a Gamestop in Chino Hills. At the register, I was asked for my phone number since I was in their record, but she "forgot" it three times for...obvious reasons ;) She was friendly so I warmed up to her pretty quick.
While processing my preorder...
Cashier: "May I see your ID?" (since Dark Souls is rated M)
Is she really calling me out?
Ryan: "Yea, I put this mustache on just this morning."
We giggles and she asks for my phone number the third time which Jean-Eric, a friend, told me that was the CUE to ask for hers. Yea, if I wasn't such a lunk-head, if my favorite color wasn't 'clear' and favorite food wasn't 'mud' because that's the only food I can spell, I would have. She even "forgot" what I wanted to preorder a few times and even asked if I also wanted to preorder Rage. I paid with my debit card with the Human Rights Campaign Visa signature....probably a bad move.
I'll see her again at the release night. We'll see how it goes. ;)
While processing my preorder...
Cashier: "May I see your ID?" (since Dark Souls is rated M)
Is she really calling me out?
Ryan: "Yea, I put this mustache on just this morning."
We giggles and she asks for my phone number the third time which Jean-Eric, a friend, told me that was the CUE to ask for hers. Yea, if I wasn't such a lunk-head, if my favorite color wasn't 'clear' and favorite food wasn't 'mud' because that's the only food I can spell, I would have. She even "forgot" what I wanted to preorder a few times and even asked if I also wanted to preorder Rage. I paid with my debit card with the Human Rights Campaign Visa signature....probably a bad move.
I'll see her again at the release night. We'll see how it goes. ;)
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
To a friend being too self-conscious
Mark: "You ever send out an e-mail that gets completely misunderstood?"
Ryan: "All the time."
Mark: "I think I have upset a manager in another office."
Ryan: "Just wear a cape and hold a staff to work the next day. Your manager would be more understanding."
.......
Ryan: "Just attach a photo of yourself to every email."
Mark: "Just so they know who they are dealing with."
Ryan: "All the time."
Mark: "I think I have upset a manager in another office."
Ryan: "Just wear a cape and hold a staff to work the next day. Your manager would be more understanding."
.......
Ryan: "Just attach a photo of yourself to every email."
Mark: "Just so they know who they are dealing with."
Monday, September 26, 2011
To a coworker who is also a compulsive eBay-er
We haven't talked today until...
Ben: "49 minutes!"
Ryan: (smiles) "Auction?"
Both: "Teehee."
He eBays all the time...even for some mediocre everyday stuff. He tells me he does it for the thrill. :)
Ben: "49 minutes!"
Ryan: (smiles) "Auction?"
Both: "Teehee."
He eBays all the time...even for some mediocre everyday stuff. He tells me he does it for the thrill. :)
To a friend who is excessively suspicious about everything
The Skeptic: "You seem overly cheerful and easily amused by anything."
A Smart Person: "Different moods and attitudes leave you paying attention to certain details of your everyday life. Ultimately, you're the gatekeeper of your perception. You're missing out a lot."
A Smart Person: "Different moods and attitudes leave you paying attention to certain details of your everyday life. Ultimately, you're the gatekeeper of your perception. You're missing out a lot."
Friday, September 23, 2011
To a sadomasochistic friend who is applying for med school
texting
Ryan: "Good luck on your presentation tomorrow!"
Jasmine: "Hahaha thanks! Unfortunately, I would rather use that time for secondaries (the second step in the application process). I have 17 of them to do now. /sadface"
Ryan: "Good luck with life then!"
Ryan: "Good luck on your presentation tomorrow!"
Jasmine: "Hahaha thanks! Unfortunately, I would rather use that time for secondaries (the second step in the application process). I have 17 of them to do now. /sadface"
Ryan: "Good luck with life then!"
To a friend who sells himself short
how to turn a frown upside down...
Ryan: "Good morning, Mr. Rugged Good Looks!"
Mark: "What you say in the mirror to begin each day is none of my business."
Ryan: "Fine! My, you look like shit!!! So what's your secret?"
Ryan: "Good morning, Mr. Rugged Good Looks!"
Mark: "What you say in the mirror to begin each day is none of my business."
Ryan: "Fine! My, you look like shit!!! So what's your secret?"
The Unexpected Question
something I wrote in freshmen year of college...
The Unexpected Question
It was a day on the second week of my sophomore year in high school. I walked into one of the portables for my AP European History class. My AP teachers say they teach the courses at a college-level, but the classroom still made it feel like a high school class. There was the wooden globe on the bookshelf, the crummy, steel-welded chair desks, boxes of glue sticks and color markers, the same couple ditching class and making out in the corner outside, the P.E. students running by your room, and the random announcements interrupting the class. This is a familiar scene, yes?
Fourth period had started. Mr. Burrell stood firmly behind the straw-colored podium with his belly pressed against it. He was a tall, stocky Caucasian guy, fresh out of college, with combed, gelled brown hair and an earring on his left ear. As Mr. Burrell placed his plumpish hands on the wooden edges, he began the class with a question: “Who here thinks putting all the homosexuals on an isolated island is wrong?”
As a young adolescent, I began to be aware of my own discomfort at the use of stereotypes as a justification for isolating and alienating a targeted group of people. I realized how a discrediting social label can change the way an individual view themselves and how they are viewed by others. Whenever certain people were singled out for ridicule, I would have desires to beat the crap out of the harassers like they owed me money. Metaphorically speaking, I usually give a nice smack upside the head to the fool with the not-so-funny-after-all punch line. But then, there was a struggle in responding towards the twist and abuse to the cliché: a flamboyant, gay man. I did not know much about the demographic involved and I did not have a friend who was gay.
The class was hardly ever quiet, but seconds passed as the silence was broken only by the humming of the air conditioning. My hand raised on its own. It took me by surprise. My friend Jen sat behind me, looking down at her desk with her hands folded. With my right arm still frozen in the air, I turned to my fellow classmates. I realized my hand was the only one raised. I sat petrified. “So Ryan, why do you think it’s wrong?” he asked as he leaned over the podium. A chill started to trickle up my spine. My stomach felt like a giant thimble pinned with a thousand needles. My head shook unsteadily towards the question: Why did I raise my hand? Mr. Burrell leaned farther over the podium, waiting for an answer. His fingers closed around the wooden edges of the podium. Blood pounded thick in my head. I had to say something. I replied, “Um…I don’t exactly know why I raised my hand.” I was not prepared to give my reasons, but my heart knew it was wrong. Especially as a developmentally-challenged adolescent, I became frustrated with not knowing how to articulate my feelings towards such profound topics. My maturing heart was being tested, but its young conviction could not penetrate the reckless ignorance of an authority. A swarm of emotions unleashed a legion of internal vortices.
The fight beneath me enraged, as if I had woken to a thunderstorm. The cheeks rose on Mr. Burrell’s face as it shaped a dismaying smile. “Don’t be saying it’s wrong because your mom told you so,” he said, chuckling. His tone was intimidating. Everyone else sat still in their steel-welded chair desks. The gusty wind rolled the door open and sunlight spilled into the room. I looked above Mr. Burrell’s head, and then the Safe Zone sign loomed and the irony with it. Within me, the storm tossed me back down to the ground. My face was drained of expression. Trying to rally myself, I exhaled, slowed my breath, and crossed my arms. Seriously, he should not have asked that question so lightly. The homosexuals are still people. I held my body still until my heartbeat matched the rhythm of the air conditioner. Mr. Burrell continued to ask the class with more controversial questions. I cared less of what was going on. Muffled voices drifted through the humming of the air conditioner. The thunder has met its clear calm. I knew what was right and I was determined not to step out in his class again. But, I wanted to know more about my fellow human beings in the LGBT community.
Three years later. It was the weekend for some Nathan-and-me time. Nathan is a twenty-six year old gay man that I have become great friends with. He is the usual weekender who liberates me from being a couch potato in the dorms.
“Ryan, I’m gonna take you to my finest dining.”
The white, Dodge pick-up truck stopped at a red light.
Nathan had a grin on his face. “Taco Bell.”
“Really now? Well if you are, I think I’m gonna yell ‘kidnap’ out the window.”
“Die.”
Jerk.
Really, what was I getting myself into? I never thought I would have a friend like him.
The Unexpected Question
It was a day on the second week of my sophomore year in high school. I walked into one of the portables for my AP European History class. My AP teachers say they teach the courses at a college-level, but the classroom still made it feel like a high school class. There was the wooden globe on the bookshelf, the crummy, steel-welded chair desks, boxes of glue sticks and color markers, the same couple ditching class and making out in the corner outside, the P.E. students running by your room, and the random announcements interrupting the class. This is a familiar scene, yes?
Fourth period had started. Mr. Burrell stood firmly behind the straw-colored podium with his belly pressed against it. He was a tall, stocky Caucasian guy, fresh out of college, with combed, gelled brown hair and an earring on his left ear. As Mr. Burrell placed his plumpish hands on the wooden edges, he began the class with a question: “Who here thinks putting all the homosexuals on an isolated island is wrong?”
As a young adolescent, I began to be aware of my own discomfort at the use of stereotypes as a justification for isolating and alienating a targeted group of people. I realized how a discrediting social label can change the way an individual view themselves and how they are viewed by others. Whenever certain people were singled out for ridicule, I would have desires to beat the crap out of the harassers like they owed me money. Metaphorically speaking, I usually give a nice smack upside the head to the fool with the not-so-funny-after-all punch line. But then, there was a struggle in responding towards the twist and abuse to the cliché: a flamboyant, gay man. I did not know much about the demographic involved and I did not have a friend who was gay.
The class was hardly ever quiet, but seconds passed as the silence was broken only by the humming of the air conditioning. My hand raised on its own. It took me by surprise. My friend Jen sat behind me, looking down at her desk with her hands folded. With my right arm still frozen in the air, I turned to my fellow classmates. I realized my hand was the only one raised. I sat petrified. “So Ryan, why do you think it’s wrong?” he asked as he leaned over the podium. A chill started to trickle up my spine. My stomach felt like a giant thimble pinned with a thousand needles. My head shook unsteadily towards the question: Why did I raise my hand? Mr. Burrell leaned farther over the podium, waiting for an answer. His fingers closed around the wooden edges of the podium. Blood pounded thick in my head. I had to say something. I replied, “Um…I don’t exactly know why I raised my hand.” I was not prepared to give my reasons, but my heart knew it was wrong. Especially as a developmentally-challenged adolescent, I became frustrated with not knowing how to articulate my feelings towards such profound topics. My maturing heart was being tested, but its young conviction could not penetrate the reckless ignorance of an authority. A swarm of emotions unleashed a legion of internal vortices.
The fight beneath me enraged, as if I had woken to a thunderstorm. The cheeks rose on Mr. Burrell’s face as it shaped a dismaying smile. “Don’t be saying it’s wrong because your mom told you so,” he said, chuckling. His tone was intimidating. Everyone else sat still in their steel-welded chair desks. The gusty wind rolled the door open and sunlight spilled into the room. I looked above Mr. Burrell’s head, and then the Safe Zone sign loomed and the irony with it. Within me, the storm tossed me back down to the ground. My face was drained of expression. Trying to rally myself, I exhaled, slowed my breath, and crossed my arms. Seriously, he should not have asked that question so lightly. The homosexuals are still people. I held my body still until my heartbeat matched the rhythm of the air conditioner. Mr. Burrell continued to ask the class with more controversial questions. I cared less of what was going on. Muffled voices drifted through the humming of the air conditioner. The thunder has met its clear calm. I knew what was right and I was determined not to step out in his class again. But, I wanted to know more about my fellow human beings in the LGBT community.
Three years later. It was the weekend for some Nathan-and-me time. Nathan is a twenty-six year old gay man that I have become great friends with. He is the usual weekender who liberates me from being a couch potato in the dorms.
“Ryan, I’m gonna take you to my finest dining.”
The white, Dodge pick-up truck stopped at a red light.
Nathan had a grin on his face. “Taco Bell.”
“Really now? Well if you are, I think I’m gonna yell ‘kidnap’ out the window.”
“Die.”
Jerk.
Really, what was I getting myself into? I never thought I would have a friend like him.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
I spotted Mom reading on her bed and started jumping on it like I did when I was little...
Mom: "What do you want?" (out of petulant annoyance)
(Stops jumping.)
Ryan: "Nothing."
(I lie down on the other side of the bed.)
Mom: puts the Bible down onto her lap, turning her head towards me "You just want to bug me."
Ryan: (smirks) "You're the reason for living in a sense. Isn't that nice?"
Mom: "What do you want?" (out of petulant annoyance)
(Stops jumping.)
Ryan: "Nothing."
(I lie down on the other side of the bed.)
Mom: puts the Bible down onto her lap, turning her head towards me "You just want to bug me."
Ryan: (smirks) "You're the reason for living in a sense. Isn't that nice?"
Monday, August 22, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
I miss my mom
It was lunch time and she just returned from a trip. My mom looks into the fridge and asks...
Mom: "Son, did you make this sauce?"
(I've made plenty.)
Ryan: C'mon, Mom. You could be more specific. "Which one?"
(She pulls a bowl of sauce and shows me from a distance.)
Ryan: (smiles) "Sauce in a rice bowl? Sure, I've made one of those!" ...along with many others :P
Mom: "I think you put too much seasame oil in this one."
Ryan: "It's either 'too much' or 'too little' coming from you. You're a hard woman to satisfy."
(...though there are some good things about her pessimism. :P)
(Mom pouts and then shows her teeth at me out of petulant annoyance. )
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Creeper
"Joe": happy birthday ryan =]
youngdragon144: yea, i heard you the first time
"Joe": how old today?
youngdragon144: 23
"Joe": oooh, legal
youngdragon144: up yours
"Joe": whoa u top too?!
"Joe": <3<3<3
youngdragon144: i also provide castration services along with my escorting
"Joe": dude so hot
"Joe": count me in
youngdragon144: and chloroform rags as a bonus
"Joe": eff yeah
youngdragon144: why you always gotta bring up sex?
youngdragon144: we're just talking, ("Joe"). if it comes up, it's not my fault
youngdragon144: yea, i heard you the first time
"Joe": how old today?
youngdragon144: 23
"Joe": oooh, legal
youngdragon144: up yours
"Joe": whoa u top too?!
"Joe": <3<3<3
youngdragon144: i also provide castration services along with my escorting
"Joe": dude so hot
"Joe": count me in
youngdragon144: and chloroform rags as a bonus
"Joe": eff yeah
youngdragon144: why you always gotta bring up sex?
youngdragon144: we're just talking, ("Joe"). if it comes up, it's not my fault
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Procrastination is key to inner peace
With a good friend who is just finishing up on his MBA at San Diego University...
Ryan: "How's schooling?'
Mark: "Getting closer to finishing with each passing moment. Not because I have done some homework but because time is elapsing."
Ryan: "How's schooling?'
Mark: "Getting closer to finishing with each passing moment. Not because I have done some homework but because time is elapsing."
Friday, July 8, 2011
This memory was awhile ago, but I laughed when I recalled it...in the middle of long stares while walking on Santa Monica pier. I guess It was a quiet day at the pier now that I realize it.
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At church...
Nate: "Just thought I drop by to say 'hey.'"
Ryan: (interrupts) "Alright, your job is done."
Nate: (wipes his forehead) "Whew."
You should have seen his expression.
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At church...
Nate: "Just thought I drop by to say 'hey.'"
Ryan: (interrupts) "Alright, your job is done."
Nate: (wipes his forehead) "Whew."
You should have seen his expression.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Today's asshole is Ryan
SO I made a dick joke to someone who didn't have as much fun as I did over the long weekend. (homework vs. vegas)
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As he was telling me about his weekend been taken over by schooling...
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As he was telling me about his weekend been taken over by schooling...
Ryan: "Well, don't worry. I took the fun for you."
(dragging myself to redemption during these few seconds of silence, realizing my own stupidity)
Ryan: (internal dialogue) I have to come up with something! "Um sooo, meaning if there's ever a serial rapist chasing after us, let me stay behind."
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Win. Today's lesson: Balance the dick jokes with some relatively decent conversation...the bad with some good. Like adding some blueberries to your 100 proof Vodka.
(dragging myself to redemption during these few seconds of silence, realizing my own stupidity)
Ryan: (internal dialogue) I have to come up with something! "Um sooo, meaning if there's ever a serial rapist chasing after us, let me stay behind."
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Win. Today's lesson: Balance the dick jokes with some relatively decent conversation...the bad with some good. Like adding some blueberries to your 100 proof Vodka.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Part 2
"Joe": hey cute boy
youngdragon144: sorry the open sign between my legs isn't lit up
"Joe": oh, that must've been the sun
"Joe": never mind
youngdragon144: sorry the open sign between my legs isn't lit up
"Joe": oh, that must've been the sun
"Joe": never mind
Monday, June 20, 2011
I know I am a passive-aggressive asshole and sometimes I retort with some snarky comment or what I like to call 'wits edged with barbs of truth.' But, I generally enjoy anyone's company and being eccentric, trying to create situations out of anything...or create awkwardness and such fail...Also, I try to criticize through humor as much as possible. I believe humor is a huge achievement in reflecting your own life with a brighter outlook and being able to progress with no limits. So it's summer and I finally decided what to do with this blog (and other blogs currently in the making). Every now and then I'll share an episode with an embedded life lesson but I won't get preachy.
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On AIM with "Joe" (he's not out to everyone), an old friend and a huge flirt. We're just talking about my summer job as a logistics intern and how logisitics managers get paid like mad (median is 50-60/hour in California).
[09:00] youngdragon144: i'm only an intern
[09:00] youngdragon144: those guys are experienced
[09:01] youngdragon144: but there's A LOT of opportunity in logistics in LA
[09:06] "Joe": awesome
[09:06] "Joe": sounds like a great opportunity
[09:07] "Joe": for a cute kid like you
[09:09] youngdragon144: thanks but i take flattery very lightly from whores
[09:09] "Joe": wow
[09:09] "Joe": bye ryan
[09:10] youngdragon144: no need to say bye
[09:10] youngdragon144: you can just leave
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On AIM with "Joe" (he's not out to everyone), an old friend and a huge flirt. We're just talking about my summer job as a logistics intern and how logisitics managers get paid like mad (median is 50-60/hour in California).
[09:00] youngdragon144: i'm only an intern
[09:00] youngdragon144: those guys are experienced
[09:01] youngdragon144: but there's A LOT of opportunity in logistics in LA
[09:06] "Joe": awesome
[09:06] "Joe": sounds like a great opportunity
[09:07] "Joe": for a cute kid like you
[09:09] youngdragon144: thanks but i take flattery very lightly from whores
[09:09] "Joe": wow
[09:09] "Joe": bye ryan
[09:10] youngdragon144: no need to say bye
[09:10] youngdragon144: you can just leave
Monday, February 21, 2011
I've been busy...
Or maybe I should chalk up to my incessant laziness...School's been doing a good job keeping me mentally busy.
Since I've been bringing up all sorts of topics and randomness in this blog, I figure I should make multiple blogs having their own themes...I don't expect to attract a huge audience but I figure it'd be nice to be consistent and organize my ruminations/goodwill sharings of YouTube vids. I'll think about this more during the upcoming spring break.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Just a thought...
How is "brainwashing" different from any form of social influence and socialization?
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Speaking from experience with social anxiety disorder, fear is something you have to accept (as human nature) and can't deny, but you can channel your fear and anxiety into something creative. For example, think of something funny or witty to go beyond your bitterness into positive thinking--a witty joke can even be edged with barbs of truth...to voice a legit concern in a more positive tone. If it's about stepping out of social anxiety, think of something funny or even spontaneous to say, transitioning from self-centered thinking about your fear to relational thinking to connect with others. The hard part is to accept and sustain the consequences of your actions whether or not you 'succeed,' but it makes all the difference. Struggles don't have to be perceive as failures but rather be reminders of what you value more.
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