It's that time of the year again. Yes, tax time and time for the San Francisco International Asian American Film Festival. Man, I love the SFIAAF! Man, I hate taxes! (especially for 2004 earnings!)
I must say that the SFIAAF is an amazing experience with movies that I wish I could collect on DVD. Watching both the Asian American made as well as the international films is always such a personally enriching experience. I always see a piece of myself or something that I relate to (unlike the mainstream Black/White America). This year I've had the opportunity to watch a few films already and plan to watch films on Tuesday and Wednesday as well.
So here's a click-thru list of movies that I watched so far in 2005, will watch later this week, and the ones I watched in previous years:
2005:
"The Year of the Yao"
"Fishbowls and Silent Years"
"Listening to Love Songs"
"House of Flying Pancakes"
2004:(missed out! Total bummer!)
2003:(I saw a lot cuz I volunteered!)
"Book of Rules"
"Crouching Asian, Hidden Cheese"
"Chicken Rice War"
"Charlotte Sometimes"
"Long Life, Happiness and Prosperity"
"Refugee"
"Wet Sand"
2002:
"All Amateur Ecstacy"
"Betelnut Beauty"
"Better Luck Tomorrow"
2001:
"Love Juice"
"The Cut Runs Deep"
"Smells Like Teen Spirit":
2000:
"Restless"
"In The Space of a Kiss"
Monday, March 14, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
I've discovered that I am a very unorganized person. I don't think straight until 3am, after I've gone clubbing and had a few drinks with my friends. By that time, I'm sitting in bed, realizing that I need to retire from clubbing, want to blog some stories about the night at the club, and realize that I totally forgot to do my list of errands.
It is currently 3:38am and I came to realize that I shouldn't have gone clubbing tonight. I actually missed out on a friend's birthday and I'm kinda bummed. I went clubbing on Friday night and that screwed up my sleep schedule for that night. My buddy and I went to Club Glo with two other female friends on Friday night. I didn't get home till 3am on Saturday morning. And I had to get up at 9am so I could teach in San Mateo by 10am. By the time I got home, from teaching at 12:30pm, I was dead tired, slept till 4:30pm. And I had no idea what I was going to do for the evening. I really should have gone to my friend's birthday gig. But my head was totally screwed up from not sleeping correctly. And I was tired and just had dinner at home. Then my buddy Floyd convinced me to go Club NV tonight. For another night of brainless wandering in the clubs.
Dude, I need to stop clubbing and go to more personal social gatherings. At this point in my life I feel socially disconnected and limited to strange array of friends who are not directly connected to each other. The folks I know from the club scene are not exactly "there" up in the gray mattered part of the body. They think like bits and piece of raps. They embody the raps that you hear on the radio. They wear the clothes that the guys and girls wear in the videos. The guys shave their heads like rappers and the girls try to look like sex symbols. Sometimes, I think I'm part of a rap video when I'm at the clubs. However, being a rap clone is just not me because it doesn't allow me to fully exemplify my greatest attribute: the gift of gab.
Clubs are non-communicative environments where people are reduced to animal-like attraction, based solely on physical appearance (and not even dancing ability). Girls stare at guys just as much as guys stare at girls. And people base their decisions to associate with each other simply on appearance. The club scene is definitely not for those who are insecure about their appearance. No matter how good you are at talking with people, however, you cannot escape the standard of measurement in the club scene. Physical appearance is the bottom line for any social activity at the club scene.
Ah, I wax too intellectual with regard to the brainless activity of clubbing. I'm writing this article because I'm convinced that I need to go clubbing less in 2005. Over the past 2 months, I've concluded several new year's resolutions that I'd like to accomplish before December 31, 2005.
1. Buy a primary home (actually my second one)
2. Buy an investment property so I'll have three total
3. Do something besides clubbing on my Fridays and Saturdays.
4. Decide whether to sell my 99 Acura Integra or just get another car for fun.
5. Figure out what I want to do with my career
6. Finish blogging all of the wonderful ideas that I always jog around in my head.
7. Eat more protein, less carbs
8. Visit my newest nephew Seth in Portland, Oregon
Okay, I've gotta think of some more of these resolutions. And of course, I've gotta take action and complete these resolutions.
Okay 4:01am time to sleep.
It is currently 3:38am and I came to realize that I shouldn't have gone clubbing tonight. I actually missed out on a friend's birthday and I'm kinda bummed. I went clubbing on Friday night and that screwed up my sleep schedule for that night. My buddy and I went to Club Glo with two other female friends on Friday night. I didn't get home till 3am on Saturday morning. And I had to get up at 9am so I could teach in San Mateo by 10am. By the time I got home, from teaching at 12:30pm, I was dead tired, slept till 4:30pm. And I had no idea what I was going to do for the evening. I really should have gone to my friend's birthday gig. But my head was totally screwed up from not sleeping correctly. And I was tired and just had dinner at home. Then my buddy Floyd convinced me to go Club NV tonight. For another night of brainless wandering in the clubs.
Dude, I need to stop clubbing and go to more personal social gatherings. At this point in my life I feel socially disconnected and limited to strange array of friends who are not directly connected to each other. The folks I know from the club scene are not exactly "there" up in the gray mattered part of the body. They think like bits and piece of raps. They embody the raps that you hear on the radio. They wear the clothes that the guys and girls wear in the videos. The guys shave their heads like rappers and the girls try to look like sex symbols. Sometimes, I think I'm part of a rap video when I'm at the clubs. However, being a rap clone is just not me because it doesn't allow me to fully exemplify my greatest attribute: the gift of gab.
Clubs are non-communicative environments where people are reduced to animal-like attraction, based solely on physical appearance (and not even dancing ability). Girls stare at guys just as much as guys stare at girls. And people base their decisions to associate with each other simply on appearance. The club scene is definitely not for those who are insecure about their appearance. No matter how good you are at talking with people, however, you cannot escape the standard of measurement in the club scene. Physical appearance is the bottom line for any social activity at the club scene.
Ah, I wax too intellectual with regard to the brainless activity of clubbing. I'm writing this article because I'm convinced that I need to go clubbing less in 2005. Over the past 2 months, I've concluded several new year's resolutions that I'd like to accomplish before December 31, 2005.
1. Buy a primary home (actually my second one)
2. Buy an investment property so I'll have three total
3. Do something besides clubbing on my Fridays and Saturdays.
4. Decide whether to sell my 99 Acura Integra or just get another car for fun.
5. Figure out what I want to do with my career
6. Finish blogging all of the wonderful ideas that I always jog around in my head.
7. Eat more protein, less carbs
8. Visit my newest nephew Seth in Portland, Oregon
Okay, I've gotta think of some more of these resolutions. And of course, I've gotta take action and complete these resolutions.
Okay 4:01am time to sleep.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)