Have you heard? Wong Fu Productions

I thank these bunch of self-parodying ABCs from UCSD for an overwhelming deal of entertainment.
Yellow Fever - the question that started it all;
Embrace your inner Twinkie with Harlem Yu;
and hilarious, hilarious ghetto-dem (too close for comfort, folks)
Side-note: UCSD campus looks somewhat S'porean, huh! Nothing at all like UVA

I am not dead

This entry will be factual, non-meandering and nearly point form. Hallelujah!
Last week's review was Firewall, where the moral is when in doubt, praise Paul Bettany. I love David the Editor already. He has this very endearing way of stuttering over a rapid-fire sentence because his brain is moving too fast for his mouth, and when we were arguing over whether Paul is prominent enough for his name to be as recognizable as his face, he started rolling around the office on his chair, going, "Do you know who Paul Bettany is? Do youuuuu?" to each staff member; everyone took him very seriously.
I am also going to preview Winter Passing this weekend. I think the heads at tableau need a film i/c - where would they receive the impression that I'll be able to get an interview with anyone behind a movie that stars Zooey Deschanel and Ed Harris, even if it is on limited release and looks like it's going to suck?
Mamaleng, the best thing about Match Point was filthy-rich Tom going fanboy over seeing The Motorcycle Diaries, no?
Bernice and I interviewed her mum for our US Latinas class. Shock factor, shock factor, maybe I have journalistic potential after all. After a while, when Bernice says "prostitute", "abuse", "suicide" in her ironic drawl, it becomes a technical case study. I don't like people's lives to become technical case studies. But Vianey was cool with talking about herself. You know the story about the woman who loved books so much she couldn't go into a library without wanting to throw up because she was overwhelmed with the idea that she'd never be able to read them all? It's wrenching that you'll never fully understand a whole culture, living, person, even if you spend your life looking.
Wait, this sounds so Translations.
Incidentally, my English TA is hot in a very Gaellic manner, burnished curls and all.
They played a video advertising Spring Retreat at GCF chapel last week. [Time tag] Three guys in a bunkroom, shaking their heads to the Black-eyed Peas. [Time tag, some hours on] Three guys in a bunkroom, shaking their heads to the Black-eyed Peas. [Time tag, some hours on] Three guys in a bunkroom, shaking their heads to the Black-eyed Peas. Tagline: "We told you it's a party." Yeah, lame-funny and all in the only way videos work, but undermining, inappropriate?
I am still S'porean all over, I think.
I think I am trying out to be Sustained Dialogue moderator only because of the compulsory weekend conference in April - held at Princeton University. Princeton!
I have to write a Religion exam now, and will leave because this dude at the next terminal won't stop the leg-bouncing. I thought we left leg-bouncing behind with the JC boys, but am sadly wrong.

The Virginia Tech adventure ended early for me due to Bio quiz and Firewall, but it was excellent nevertheless, near-3 hour drives to Blacksburg and back, the sprawling campus of the Hokies, eleven us of piling into a SUV to get to the CAS party, copious cocktails back at the apartment, Tin and David running outside to do war-dances in the sudden snow the next morning. They brought some back to place in my open palm when I was pseudo-sleeping on the couch so I reflex-awoke and threw it in Tin's face.
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(It's a complete mess, and yet not without strange harmony. Elbows and shoulders banging, sliding fingers. There's an awkward intimacy in this game because I can dictate where our hands go, palm against palm when you get too close behind, only to turn around and rest my arms against your frame. And underground, the slam of music bubbles.
It's interesting how if you danced with boys who you actually know, they'd never touch you for fear of saying something they don't mean. They'll have to see you again.
Despite your beauty, we both know we're substitutes in this moment, and the question is, for whom? Whom?)

Appendix

a) Since Professor Arata says so,

If you ever get close to a human
and human behavior
be ready to get confused

There's definitely no logic
to human behavior
but yet so irresistible
- Björk

b) Published, awesome!

c) Acquisition


Clockwise from top left: UVA shorts, toothpaste for dinner, spot the new posters, everyone sells roses early for V-Day

When someone finds his niche, it explodes in your face.
For example, why couldn't Justin Timberlake have been a comedian all his life? Of course, he started early, proved a kickass sidekick to Jimmy Fallon and is certainly very capable of holding his own.
Wah Youtube is one addictive monkey. Avoid the search engine at all costs.
I am finally doing something related to journalism - writing for the upcoming edition of tableau, Cav Daily's arts and entertainment section, and covering The Grace Lee Project! I highly enjoyed the gleaning process with the editor at headquarters, arguing over the best way to express anything; it started off somewhat tense when he was all "I wouldn't use 'delicious' to describe the experience of watching a film, it makes people think of licking their eyeballs" and I was like "OMG you limited freak", but it's all good, I already feel the juice of many lessons learnt flowing into my brain. And apparently not many people want to cover the indie movies and I would love to, so I'm excited!
Although it was a over a week ago and therefore, in college terms, already ancient history, here are the photos from the CNY bash at Helen's place, so authentic you can barely tell we're in America, good job.
I helped out at Just for Kicks, soccer camp for disabled kids, and you know what, I may want to be a teacher after all. It was sweet seeing the children swivel from shy to sugar-high, and I'd missed playing, although it was hard when their non-disabled siblings got distracted easily and learning rates varied to such drastic extents. Once you focus on what each one might need and try to pull your head back to the time when you were eight years old, it's not about how it might be difficult for well, yourself.
That Saturday was also the day frats Announced Their Bids, resulting in a lot of raucous whooping, cheering and human-tossing in the Hereford complex.