"Go to Cuba at least once in your life," says history professor who is cute like Ed Harris, spreading his hands. It technically isn't illegal for Americans to enter Cuba, it's just illegal for Americans to spend money in Cuba (which would be the same thing, then, unless you never planned to leave).
I have run out of tops to wear, so this morning, in creative desperation, I wear two at once (because pink T-shirt over olive long-sleeved would become something new). Oh my goodness my eyes are going to roll out from the small font size. I planned to write two pages for my English paper due on Friday yesterday, and how much did I write? ONE PARAGRAPH. From the lab I can see two guys sitting on the steps in front of Minor Hall, serenely drinking coffee. They are just above a grassy slope students like to collapse onto, newspapers over their faces. I want to join them!
The pastor at Trinity Presbyterian pointed out how college is a very self-involved life, and I think he couldn't put it better because that's what we are, little individual pixels bumping and sliding across the screen, fitting into what feels right for your precious person. Everything you do - your laundry, schedule, alone time and people time. Which is what life would be like until you procreate, I suppose, but you can postpone family especially now, because you're away from that (not that you should, just that you can).
I attended two Mooncake festival celebrations this weekend which would be more a conglomeration of entire Asian UVA population and experienced reversely icy stab of cultural confusion, struggling with limited Chinese grammar and eating mooncake that had pineapple in it. But that would be of a more benign breed, because the Taiwanese folks surrounded the KTV setup and would not let anyone else near it, leading to full-blown concert-crowd waves by the evening's end. SSA honorary member Matt held up his calligraphy for translation and it made little sense to me as well - tai (sun) ma (horse) - until you read it backwards and hear his name. Then I went to see Sin City at the UVA theater with Helen and the IRC folks, for THREE DOLLARS (which still converts to about S$5), hahaha, which is small way of thumbing my nose at censorship board back home.
I made myself go for first salsa session last night, because once in the soft darkness outside the dorm you have to walk with a purpose, and it felt good to dance again. Now I know about 60% of girls in S'pore homogeneously signed up for salsa over the past year, but this is for free, and it's just about moving, forgetting and remembering.