an outsider looking in
as soon as i finished the last paragraph of that potter book, i felt a wave of nausea and exhaustion sweep over me and i knew i was fucked. it has been a horrible weekend with very few highlights. how does one catch the flu bug twice in a month?
who knew that a quiet night out on the town would lead from one group of people to another, one activity to the other, and one helluva fantastic night.
the july issue of GQ features writing about america: american icons, american immigrants, american cuisine, american soldiers. initially, i brushed them off as typical patriotism pandering articles but then i read an article chronicling the migration of a Meskhetian Turk family from Russia to Florida and I thought "Oh my God, that's me." the article, a wonderfully detailed and heart wrenching story about loss and hope, old country and new, innocence and consumerism, is about as introspective as you can get about the immigrant experience. of questions like "will my life be better there?" and "there are so many things at the supermarket." lovely, lovely article. interspersed throughout the magazine are little mini columns about famous immigrants, one was about Ang Lee and his fixation with American girls, and then another was about Christo and Jeanne-Claude, the now legendary artists who pulled off "The Gates" at Central Park earlier this year. and then it made sense that there was an article about jessica simpson being the quintessetial american corn-fed girl, and that the article about saddam hussein's prison wardens were a profile in american compassion. so brilliant.
lanet, krit, lance, yan! remember the days when we thought blogging during computing class was our middle finger to gisc and seah? turns out, we were merely being pre-emptive. check out the 'vjc group blog.' there's also an ongoing competition between JCs to garner the most number of posts/users or something to that effect.
i have decided that the cure for this week's summer lull is a movie excursion, and since it's wednesday tomorrow, i get a considerable discount on the admission ticket. in researching the movies being offered, i find myself at this juncture: Asian lesbians or English lesbians.
give me some money leh ....
the symptoms appear and disappear and i am unsure about the state of my health. at times i think i may be healthy but then i suddenly feel cold and i retire to my bed and wrap myself in my comforter and still feel like a popsicle.
