I know I'm a little late here, like, 3 DAYS late...but on Monday I finally ran into what's-her-name from my Geology lab last semester.

Of course, it didn't turn out the way I wanted--as she seemed to not notice me the moment I saw her. The encounter was not a desirable one as I walked in front of her when the encounter took place, and she didn't turn her eyes to see if she knew me or not. On the other hand, she was walking with a friend...and in my case I tend to be oblivious of the people around me when there is someone I am walking with (since I am more preoccupied with talking to that person while we're strolling along). Then again, I may be wrong.

It has been 3 months since I last saw her...so maybe she forgot how I looked like. YEA RIGHT! There's already been numerous instances where classmates from my elementary school or junior high recognized who I was...and OBVIOUSLY I DIDN'T have a shaved head in 8th grade!!!

So did I talk to her, you ask? OF COURSE, I DID!!! Just because the initial encounter sucked doesn't mean I was just gonna let her disappear into the crowd without me acknowledging my presence to her! I caught up with her while she was talking to her friend and said wassup. I told her that I went snowboarding a few weeks ago (I HATE SKI LIFTS), and she told me she got a C in our lab class. We talked for maybe about a minute, since she had to go to her class which started at 2:00 pm (and I ran into her around 1:45 pm...good memory, HAHA).

So do I want to see Denise again? ONLY IF IT MEANS she'll recognize me the instant she spots me on campus...and, uh, says hi. Other than that, I'm better off just leaving her as a memory.

I'm 2 for 3, now, haha. Last night, Gladiator won in the 73rd annual Academy Awards...as predicted, which made it the second film for me to correctly guess as being the Best Picture Oscar winner. Of course, how can a film lose if it was one of only two nominees this year to get double-digit nominations (along with Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon)?

I predicted Titanic as being the Best Picture winner in 1998 [of course, it DID get 14 (or was it 15?) nominations] but got thoroughly disappointed when Shakespeare in Love beat out Saving Private Ryan in 1999. Oh well.

Yesterday, two of my friends and I went to a studio in Downey, California to be film extras during the shooting of the upcoming Spider-Man movie. Needless to say, it was AWESOME! We were extras on the New York set for an action scene...which involved renowned actor Willem Dafoe and a stuntman. Although it was pretty tiring, it was fun to run around pretending we were scared like hell as an "evil entity" was wreaking havoc around us.

I would go into more details, but I don't want to ruin the movie for you guys when it hits theaters in 2002. That, and I'm not really suppose to talk about it. See ya next year!


UPDATE (August 2006): Here's a screencap from Spider-Man:

Damn, I just found out today that one of my friends from my dorm year in college (Fall 1998- Spring '99) recently passed away from a car accident. God, that's messed up. His name was Lu.

REST IN PEACE, MAN...

Go Ravens!!! Darn, I knew I should've put money on them...even though I didn't watch Super Bowl XXXV yesterday.

Yesterday, I came back from Utah after attending the Sundance Film Festival. It was pretty interesting...besides watching my sister's film The Flip Side, I also watched a New Zealand short film called Moko as well as a Japanese gangster film called Brother (which had Omar Epps and Tatyana Ali in it). Brother was actually pretty funny in a gross / sadistic kind of way...considering just how tongue-in-cheek the filmmakers depicted guys getting shot in the head, their fingers being sliced off and other neat / disturbing stuff.


The one bad thing about Utah is that it's not the place to be when you're sick...especially during the winter. Considering the fact I arrived in Salt Lake City with a headache, walking in 40-degree weather during the day and 20-degree weather at night is not really a prudent thing to do. As of this typing, I'm still coughing, darn it!

Anyways, as for the celebrities that attended Sundance, I saw actor Forrest Whittaker...who was at the hotel where my sister's film was being shown. In case you people don't know who Forrest Whittaker is, he was in Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai and, um, Battlefield Earth. Not exactly the same as running into Sean Connery or Al Pacino...but it'll do.

I'm a day late in mentioning this, but congratulations to director Ridley Scott for Gladiator nabbing the Best Motion Picture Drama award (as well as the award for Best Original Music Score) during the 58th Annual Golden Globe awards.

Now let's see how the Roman epic fares in the Academy Awards two months from now...

Dang, I haven't updated my Blog in a LONG TIME!!! Anyways, this winter break has been interesting... Yesterday, I went to a Laker game at STAPLES Center with one of my friends. L.A. beat the Vancouver Grizzlies, 113-112, even though the Lake Show really didn't deserve the win because Shaq didn't get a basket off before the buzzer sounded to end overtime. Oh well... My team won, so I ain't complaining.


Also, I watched the Kevin Costner film Thirteen Days twice in the past two weeks. It's pretty good...but the million dollar question is how many things in the movie are accurate in terms of depicting the Cuban Missile Crisis. Anyways...

It's pretty inevitable that it will probably come to an end during the next semester, but I still keep in contact with what's-her-name through e-mails. She apparently checks her e-mail on Mondays, so I don't send my e-mail till the Sunday night before...the reason being so I'll only have a sleep's worth of worrying to do in terms of wondering if she'll reply to my next one.

Remember that scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom where that guy gets his heart ripped out during that cult ceremony? That's how I feel like right now...after I found out that the girl I liked in my Geology 104 class has a boyfriend. Just before I wrote this entry, she e-mailed (apparently, she only e-mails once a week...and mainly on Tuesdays)...talking about how she got $50 for Christmas just like me, how she was sore from snowboarding (and probably doing something else, not that I'm talkin' trash or anything) on New Year's Eve and how she spent time with her boyfriend and his family playing Scrabble and having barbeques...both also on New Year's Eve.

Arrrrggghhhh!!!! The pain! The sorrow! Okay, I'm exaggerating...but it sure was a kick in the @$$ after I finally found out she was taken. If I wasn't too busy making this entry sound good, I'd probably be even more miserable. J/k! Actually, I would. Anyways, I think I'll end this entry here. I'm gonna go off to shoot myself now. J/k again!! There's always Francine Dee...


UPDATE Since I'm still wallowing in self-pity, I think I'll reflect more on the tragic (okay, tragic is TOO strong a word...let's change it to devastating) news that I've just learned yesterday. DISCLAIMER: I'm about to sound obsessive...or infatuated--whichever lousy label you want to put on me.


First of all, I wonder how long she's been with her boyfriend? The first time I saw her at the start of last semester, she was on her cell phone when she came into my Geology lab class. She put her backpack down, then went outside to talk in the hallway. Obviously, she doesn't need privacy if it's just one of her female friends she was talking to.

Of course, I've just strayed off the subject here...and that was how long was she with her boyfriend?

Second of all, how is her relationship with her boyfriend? This is where that obsessive label REALLY comes along... but I'm just curious, people. Is it just a hug-and-kiss relationship, or is it something more? In today's world of playaz & hoochies, I'm afraid to say that it's probably more. You know... like them sleeping together once, showering together once, her losing her virginity to that scumbag or them pulling off something that you would see in the home videos by Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee. If that was the case, her and her boyfriend would really suck... no pun intended.

Third of all, how does her boyfriend look? Is he taller than me? More cut than me (okay, scratch that...is that fool cut, period? When was the last time I worked out? Err, never? Just kidding)? Does he actually look like a FOB (fresh-off-the-boat for all you non-Asian homeboys and homegirls)? Is the guy even Asian? With my shaved head, sorry excuse for a goatee and all...do I look more thuggish than him? I wonder.

I bet he doesn't have my uncanny knack for talking trash about one's own self.


Even if I may, um, look more handsome than that guy (like I'll ever know), there's one thing / person he has that makes him better than me...he has that girl. Eh, SCREW IT...he has Denise. Bastard!

PS: Now I know I DEFINITELY can't show my website to her.

HAPPY NEW MILLENNIUM!!! I just wanted to wish all of you people a safe and happy new year... So, we're officially in the 21st century now, huh? Wow, pretty amazing. It's too bad we have no astronauts orbiting near Jupiter with some intelligent computer named HAL harassing them...unlike in a certain landmark film created by the late / great Stanley Kubrick. Oh well...


By the way, I think it's gonna be a while before I taste champagne again. Taking a sip of this thing brought back memories of my infamous Tequila episode back in the Spring 1999 semester at CSULB. It's early morning on May 21, the night before my last final (which was an exam for Art 100, which I fortunately was passing with an A)...I just came back from watching Star Wars: Episode 1--The Phantom Menace for the first time at a nearby theater... and one of my friends at my dorm persuaded me to take 4 shots of the beverage (I forgot what that piece of crap was called) before my dorm life came to an end. Yeah, that oughta help me maintain the A I had in my Art class at that time. Try taken an exam after you barfed 2-3 times on your way to the classroom. Fortunately, I still ended up with a final grade of B in the subject. Tightness.


The million dollar question, however, is how I managed to change the subject of this post from welcoming the New Year to taking shots of some nasty-@$$ alcoholic beverage a little more than 1 1/2 years ago.