Tuesday, May 28, 2002

- mild seven -

I think Tina Fey has a point. No matter how many anti-smoking ads they run, and no matter how well-aware people are about the ill-effects of smoking, they'll never take away the fact that smoking is cool. Case in point: Sarah Jessica Parker in Sex and the City. While watching the 3rd season on DVD this long weekend, I had such a craving for a cigarette. It's weird -- I mean, I was never more than a social smoker and I've never had the need for the so-called nic-fix even when I was up to almost a pack a day. I think quitting smoking is so hard because I genuinely *enjoy* smoking. There's just something so relaxing about lighting one up and inhaling that nasty, deathly fume, you know? So, did I cave and break out my emergency stash? Of course not. I had 2 pints of Häagen-Dazs instead.

Friday, May 24, 2002

- cinemania -

Added two more flicks to my already busy SIFF schedule:

5/26: Lovely and Amazing
6/15: Dark Water

Thursday, May 23, 2002

- they are running out of shrimps -

"I was walking down the street the other day and this guy called me a chink. I was so offended! My family are from Korea. I'm a gook! I mean, can't the guy get himself a redneck-to-English dictionary or something? If you are gonna be a racist, at least get the terminology right."

- Margaret Cho

Wednesday, May 22, 2002

- yeah, totally -

"He already dresses better than I do -- what would I bring to the relationship?"

- Cher, Clueless

Monday, May 20, 2002

- siff -

Yep, it's that time of the year again. I've decided not to volunteer this year though -- I really want to, but I just don't have the time or the energy for it... BTW, if you ever want to volunteer for SIFF, I suggest you work at the Broadway Performance Hall. It's the only venue that doesn't allow food/drinks, so you don't have to clean up afterwards. The house manager is a bit of a freak though.

I've gotten tix to 13 movies so far:

5/24: Teenage Hooker Became Killing Machine in Daehakroh
5/27: Take Care of My Cat
5/27: The Last Wedding
5/31: Cinemania
6/01: Family Fundamentals
6/04: Tadpole
6/06: All About Lily Chou-Chou
6/08: Daddy and Papa
6/08: The Piano Teacher
6/12: Hi, Dharma
6/14: Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance
6/15: Camel(s)
6/16: The Grey Zone

Friday, May 17, 2002

- look into my eyes -

Do you know how you can tell when I have a crush on someone? I never look them directly in the eyes. I just can't, so I don't.

I've been avoiding eye contact with someone for the last couple of weeks.

Wednesday, May 15, 2002

- downward spiral -

Ok, I wasn't joking when I said my life is a mess. Just take a look at my last few days, shall we?

There was a fire in my building. Right across the hall from me, no less. Fortunately (unfortunately?), I was in school during this whole hoopla.
I have a project that was supposed to have launched more than a month ago, but instead it's nowhere near finished. Of course, 3 other groups think that they "own" me and they are getting upset that I don't dedicate 100% of my time for their respective projects.
Yesterday on the bus, some bitch called me a chink. Can you believe that? This must be the first time since maybe junior high. What shocked me more is that no one on the bus said or did anything. They just acted as if nothing happened. I wonder if people would have reacted differently had I called her a nigger. Who am I kidding. Of course they would have.

Tuesday, May 14, 2002

- trainspotting -

My life is a complete mess right now. I haven't had a real meal or played my piano in weeks, I stopped doing my daily workout, my apartment is a total pigsty (well, by my standard, anyways) and even watching movies seems like a chore these days. What the fuck is the point anyways? I need a fuckin' hit and I need it bad. I'd kill for a cigarette right about now. No, give me something harder, please?

Monday, May 13, 2002

- stupid club -

Happy birthday to me. Now I have 365 days to join the infamous Stupid Club.

Sunday, May 12, 2002

- gentlemen prefer blondes -

I'm no longer blonde. It's so weird to have dark hair again -- it's so not me...

Friday, May 10, 2002

- orange on a toothpick -

Have you ever noticed that when you have a crush on someone, you always put them through a "mental plastic surgery"? You somehow create this image of perfection in your head which lasts until you're over the initial infatuation stage. Then you begin to notice flaws and imperfections, some important (like, poor choice of footwear, unusually large cranium, or excessive wrinkles around the eyes...), and some trivial (like, lack of personality, or the fact that they are married with kids...), and you are brought back to reality (you know, one of those "what the fuck was I thinking?" moments). I guess that's what crushes are all about though, right?

Wednesday, May 8, 2002

- wonders, lisa? or blunders? -

"They are making it sound like it's the center of the universe when, in reality, it's a circus where clowns aren't funny."

Friday, May 3, 2002

- it's all about the benjamins -

"Anybody who tells you money is the root of all evil doesn't fucking have any. They say money can't buy happiness? Look at the smile on my face. Ear to ear, baby!"

- Jim Young, Boiler Room

Thursday, May 2, 2002

- like, whatever -

The Celluloid Closet points out how in the old Hollywood movies, gay characters are all portrayed as "sissy men" and how offensive this stereotype is. It also goes on to say how far Hollywood has come in terms of its depiction of homosexuality over the years. Oh yeah? I just find it a bit ironic that the most well-known/prominent gay character in TV today, "Jack" from Will and Grace, still plays by this stereotype, yet people don't seem to find it offensive. Rather, they view it as progress. Like, whatever.