remember the pirate in dodgeball. or jamie kennedy's malibu's most wanted. both characters were continually antagonized by society for pretending to be something they're not. but after time, if their character really holds up to be like that for a critical amount of time...then it does become a part of them and that in fact is their real self. kind of like how my dad has been in the US more than not, and his craving for bagels, gefilte, and sandwiches are not just cravings, but rather now his natural diet. and as much as i had thought fungbot to be fighting so hard against her asian roots, i've come to now accept that she craves greek food and kale and all sorts of new york trendy food fads that i'd almost not eat ever. but, it being her birthday...we went to margaux at hotel marlton. where we sat and had a sampler of ground up vege paste....all seasoned oddly and paired with an organic purple cracker of sorts. followed up by pan seared fish, which i rolled my eyes at. and some dessert plate of pudding and yogurt and cake and well...lets just say, the ketel and soda's saved me. it was a rainy night. and yet we still somehow made it out till 7am. circle ensued. ktv ensued. wow.
circle took a lot out of me. i felt utterly embarrassed to be walking in there. not to mention, waiting on line. and then to see a new generation of asians party while sober...that was just unbearable. until i ran into people i knew...who were even older than i. now that was embarrassing...exhausting. physically and...mentally...
