Watched Notes on a Scandal with Susan and Liz. Walked about 1 mile up and then Hollywood Blvd looking for a freakin bacon-wrapped hotdog and Mexican corn until we finally gave up and ate at Pink's. Which is definitely overrated. We also refused to help a man sitting in his Benz who asked Susan to purchase him a hotdog. Turns out he was handicapped and apparently was so affronted he stuck around after wheeling himself to the front and asking the Asian girl in front of us if she was the one who refused to help him. Sigh.

I fully acknowledge being an obsessed movie-screening whore, so much so that most of what I've seen has become a jumbled discordant mess that I can't seem to sort through.

Children of Men, however, was an exception.

The Good Shepherd is definitely a movie I need to watch again. There are just too many white men for me to keep track of.





I came home to a pleasant surprise. It's so unbelievably comforting to know that I've gotten in somewhere, though not necessarily my first choice. I finally feel progressive in taking that next step towards my future aspirations. Thank you, God. You are good.

There is some beautiful acting in D. Aronofsky's The Fountain.

I went to my very first baseball game last night, Angels v. Boston Red Sox. It was surreal, everything was brightly lit, the players were minuscule, and I am now an erudite connoisseur of baseball. Thanks A, J, and Traydiggy. =]


Important facts about baseball that I have realized:

1. Every baseball park is designed a specific and unique way. The Angels Stadium has a waterfall. It shot fireworks into the sky every time the Angels scored.
2. The Angels were the home team because the Boston Red Sox flew over to play at the Angels Stadium. Every baseball team has their own personal stadium.
3. There is a difference between a home run and a run.
4. One inning consists of each team batting until the other team makes them get three outs. There are nine innings in baseball.
5. There are no cheerleaders nor halftime shows in baseball. But in the seventh inning, everyone sings "Take Me Out to the Ball Game." The Angels Stadium does not provide lyrics.
6. The catcher does more than flash little signs under his crotch to the pitcher.
7. There is something called a shortstop and that is an important job.
8. There is a set number of players who will continuously play throughout one game. Their names and pictures are displayed on a marquee.
9. Baseball players look a lot better with their helmets on.
10. A baseball game is always better with an ice cold beer.


And here is additional baseball terminology that A has kindly provided:

For JK.

Home Run - When a batter gets a hit that travels out of the ball park between the foul poles. Results in bringing everyone on base including the batter home.

Batting Average - Batting average. In general, an average of .300 or above is considered a good hitter.

Walk - When the pitcher throws four balls, the batter gets 1st base awarded.

Intentional Walk - When the Angels decide to play "smart" baseball, and act chicken *bleep* and walk David Ortiz in the bottom of the 9th to face Kevin Youkilis.

Ballpark Nachos - At Angels Stadium, chips and nacho cheese. Jalapeno's you must ask for at time of purchase. At Dodger Stadium, chips, nacho cheese, AND salsa. Jalapeno's all you can grab!



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Las Brisas' Belgian waffles, fresh pineapple, hot tea, veggie wraps, and yummy salsa. Boo for the omelettes. "Hun-sater," -Dyslexic Judy. Crystal Cove Beach. Barnacles. Pretzel eating seagulls. Yoshi the leatherback turtle. Cute white babies in snorkel suits. Our wonderful future beach excursion replete with ice cold watermelon and coronas. A makeshift bikini top. Two lovely umbrellas. Great memories with my 백수건달 genius friends.

Enough with heebie jeebie middle-aged white men with Asian fetishes. And black men.


Go home and play with your wife and kids.


#1: "Do you know Drew?"
#2: "Drew? The guy who's kinda good-looking, in that sleazy way?"
#1: "I'm so glad we're able to communicate with one another."

Clearman's North Woods Inn: Cheese Bread. Red Cabbage Salad. North Woods Special Platter: scallops, chicken, steak. Whipped Butter Cheese Sauce. Blackberry Sundae.

My heart and arteries are painfully crying. I alleviated the hurt by shucking peanuts and throwing their shells onto the floor.


Walking around CPE and revisiting old memories with a lady-whore definitely has become a new favorite pastime. =]






Sometimes my parents are so freaking cute. =]

Happy 24th, Jane! =]



Mountains of salsa. Guarana. 무뚝뚝한 waiter. Beets. Hearts of palm. Ode to Drinking Song. 20 cent candle. Eager anticipation of the most perfect pearl necklace. The Gone with the Wind house. Scary streets. Castaway. Different interests. Being freaking allergic to Burbank.

sweet·bread
n.
The thymus gland or pancreas of a young animal, especially a calf or lamb, used for food.


As served at Lala's Argentine Grill:
Mollejas
Grilled, thinly cut choice beef sweetbreads


I finally found out what these are. No wonder they didn't taste like pastries.

Drinking tea really does help. Thanks, Andy. =]

It was a heartwarming surprise to see who turned up.

What are the chances that Roy Chung might have been a potential juror on the case that I've been assisting Frank with for the past few weeks? I'd say it's a freaking small world.

Luckily, Roy embellished his Berkeley mugging story enough to be excused and thus I was able to sit in front with Frank for two days during trial.

10/16/1997, Harris Ranch Ribeye Steaks, Fedco.




And people wonder where I get it from.

Freaking Frank. =]



24th.







San Diego.

Mariscos Las Palmas de Colima #2: Shrimp ceviche and the largest fish taco ever.


Compton is not lacking in delicious restaurants.

A weekend filled with culinary delights:

Friday: Bossa Nova, Pinkberry
Saturday: Kappo Honda, Java Bru, Bistro Daikon
Sunday: The Courtyard (bacon wrapped dates), Pinkberry (no mangoes), Toe-Bang (닭똥집,콘치츠,라볶이), Strawberry (Tiramisu, 과일빙수)
Monday: Renaissance Bistro, Yogurt-Land

Honey's Kettle Fried Chicken with THE best buttermilk biscuits that I have ever tasted. Drizzled with a little honey. OMG.


Eating in Compton isn't so bad. It's even better with 4 male DAs.

Epicurean Escapades in Culver City/West LA


Johnnie's Pastrami: Johnnie's Hot Pastrami Sandwich with Kosher Pickles

Gaby's Mediterranean: Leon's Chicken Kebab Salad, Lemon Chicken

Tito's Tacos: Taco with Cheese, All Meat Burrito



Song of the Day: Don't Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John & Kiki Dee.

Shisen Ramen in Torrance- Spicy Japanese noodles with hunks of fried chicken.

Three hours later, 길목 & Guppy.


It's been a while, but witnessing true love is pretty dang heart-warming. =]


I believe Frank and I have reached the next level.

The LSAT is like my own personal calcified fetus.

The Fat Guys. Our Epicurean Blog.


Classic Example: 4 entrees and 2 fromages at À Côté and then promptly walking next door to Crepevine to each enjoy a Rockridge.

Yet another Gardena culinary delight, California Fish Grill.



Cajun Seared Ahi Tuna and Grilled Zucchini.



I believe I've found the source for my essential Omega 3 fatty acids.

02/16/2003
Bowling was definitely a college pastime. I think this was one of the first times we went, and also one of the most memorable. Our class went with then freshmen Lori, Abe, Amanda, Fred, and Danny, and we lost both times. We also ran into P. Eug and the c/o 2003 officers after their meeting. And this is us doing our punishment in front of everyone. This was back when punishments were still relatively harmless and innocent.



02/17/2003
This was a class bbq but it was during a long weekend so a lot of people couldn't make it. I remember helping Nancy make her famous ribs and I remember how the bones scratching my hands hurt like ass. But 주무르-ing the meat was freakin fun. I also remember Roy's heart-shaped cake that everyone gave him crap about and the guys sliding down a hill with a piece of cardboard they randomly found.




Much happened in February, 2003.

Continuing with Birthdays...



Taken at Jillian's in SF for Esther's Birthday. I don't remember much except that the club was pretty dead that night with a much older crowd. I was also a self-proclaimed honorary Piedmontian.

Remember Jillian's after senior banquet? Um, yeah, that was gross. The party after at Janet and Anica's place was fun though.



Taken at Chevy's in Emeryville as evidenced by their signature tacky sombreros, this was taken one summer for Snoh and Judy's joint birthday dinner. A lot of us were up there that summer. Celebrations at Chevy's... definitely a college memory. I remember once for Kristy's birthday we got her drunkety drunk off a behemoth margarita. Hooray for chicken flautas, endless chips and salsa, and endless tortillas sprinkled with brown sugar.





Taken at PF Chang's for Linda's birthday celebration, I think this was the birthday we pitched in and got her a camera or something related to a camera. After this experience, I realized that PF Chang's is nothing more than overpriced Chinese food for white people.

Anyway, I like this picture a lot. And not just because I'm in the center of the picture.





Taken at Fisherman's Wharf in SF, this was after we had eaten at Bubba Gump's for Sharon's birthday. We decided to be cool and blindfold Sharon... I don't know why. And even though she was blindfolded, she didn't falter a single bit, thanks to our expert guiding. I, however, fell down extremely hard on both knees and hands, and in my embarrassed haste, proceeded to knock down a nearby child.

I also remember calling Roy in the middle of dinner to ask a question about Forrest Gump so that we (Sharon) could get a free dessert. Yes, I am a cheater and a heiferous glutton. Anyway, it worked. But the dessert wasn't even that good. It was a hollow victory.

Karen took this picture and was very proud of how it turned out. It's a nice picture.

I've been meaning to do this for a while, but excuse my laziness [laciness]. I originally submitted these pictures for the senior banquet slideshow, but they never made it because the guy in charge apparently became too lazy to browse through all the submitted pictures and only used pictures from the first few people. Hence, the reason why the same people kept showing up throughout the slideshow. Anyway, seeing the younger class this past weekend, finishing finals and getting ready for graduations, made me feel a bit nostalgic. How has it already been two years since we've graduated?


These pictures are literally all I have to remember college by. I hope they bring as many fond memories as they do for me. =]



Taken during sophomore retreat, this was the Americana girls picture, of which I was an honorary member for frequenting the place so often while I lived at 2329½ Dwight Way.

I'll never forget Sewon and Kristy having to trek across the street every Friday to wake my sleeping ass in time for FicB. Apparently, I'm quite the temperamental monster when awoken from a deep slumber. I completely disagree. Why Kristy is wearing those Hello Kitty earmuffs, I do not know.





Taken either our sophomore or junior year, this is a picture of our class girls who watched The Beauty and The Beast musical in SF. The roses in my hand were thrust to me by a nearby vendor right before we took the picture and taken away immediately after.

I'll never forget the scene when the Beast is supposed to change into a human after Belle kisses him and admits she loves him while he breathes his last breath. The Beast was lifted into the air, began to rotate, and then froze as he was horizontally suspended in the air. The suspenseful music began to crescendo, but the Beast remained motionless. Then suddenly, a voice announced, "We are experiencing technical difficulties. We apologize for the inconvenience." The curtains closed and the lights came on. Five minutes later, the lights turned off, the curtains opened, triumphant music commenced, and lo and behold, there was the Prince, smiling beatifically at an astonished Belle. There was certainly not much magic felt after that.



Taken during the first EM retreat, I don't remember much except the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon skit where the parents made their babies fly. That was when I was first introduced to Hayley and Nicole. I wonder how they're doing now. And Heidi, my husky little protégé who'll never remember me.








Taken at Sisters' Appreciation, it's weird to see how we've changed over the years, but at the same time, haven't really. I also think Jane shouldn't have been carrying Linda's torso and that Sharon or I should have been instead.

I'll never forget how incredibly uncomfortable and out of place I felt throughout the breakfast.







Also taken at Sisters' Appreciation, these were the girls in my sophomore small group.

I'll never forget Sarah disclosing her random obsession with chapstick. I'm so glad she was my small group leader. Three of the four of us would be in the same small group again the following year.





Taken during POTCH our sophomore year, I always thought our class came up with creative and ingenious skit ideas. This was no exception.

I'll never forget the chills I felt every time I saw this scene. I'll also never forget being Kristy's voice-over. That was fun.






Taken during POTCH our junior year, Judy's Moulin Rouge idea initially seemed a bit complicated, but the result was very successfully delivered. It was fun watching Carroll yank and swing Sewon around like a limp rag doll.

I'll never forget Karen pairing Kristy and Kwansoo together because she thought he was too short to be her partner, nor how I felt when I discovered it was Andy Chon who had plugged the extension cord through the chair I was supposed to use during the puppet scene.

Current food obsession: Del Monte Fruit Naturals Red Grapefruit Cups.



Sooo good with plentiful pulpy morsels of delectable red grapefruit.

There's something about bridges that get me everytime.

Fun. =]