// July 14th, 2007 // 3 Comments » // World for the Week
In a week’s time, I’d be holding a copy of Deathly Hallows in my hand. In a week and one day’s time, ten years of being called the ‘HP Generation’ would finally come to an end. It’s hard to get my head around it really, millions of us around the world reading the same book at the same time. I’m going to see OotP in a bit with a friend. That’s the first time I watched a movie twice in one week haha. I’ll try not to shout out anything in the theatres during a suspenseful scene.
It still feels weird, coming back to blogging after such a long break. Staring at the blinking cursor, I’m at a loss for words and keep having flashbacks to my dreadful Theory of Knowledge essay-writing marathons at 4 a.m., four and a half hours before the due date. Yikes.
Here goes for The World for the Week
Los Angeles braced itself for the arrival of the David and Victoria Beckaham circus Thursday. In joining the L.A. Galaxy, Beckham says, “Potentially, in the States, soccer could be as big as it is everywhere else around the world. And I’m proud to be a part of that.” Correction: in the States, soccer could be as big as it is everywhere else as long as you’re there David. Now, all we need is a sexy, skilled, English-accent-bearing guy suddenly abandoning all athletic pursuits to turn to the noble sport of curling! It wouldn’t take long for Canada to change its national sport from lacrosse or god knows what. Then, and only then, will I not get a(n) ‘o_______O’ from everyone in the vincinity when I say I have curling practice.
Our ol’ buddy in the South, Bush, is still not giving up on the war in Iraq while the rest of the international community glares disapprovingly like he’s a little boy who’s too stubborn to learn how to behave properly. TIME Magazine put it the best.
Were the White House’s report on Iraq progress and the accompanying presidential briefing a child’s report card, a quick glance at the grades would give the impression that Junior was doing okay. But a careful read of the full text of the report would produce an anxious sweat on the brow of any parent. That’s because Junior’s best grades are in phys ed, music and art, while he’s flunking history, math and citizenship. Even more critically, the teacher seems to be saying that Junior might be able to be advance to the next grade if he and his teacher work really hard at it for a long time to come” but the teacher is facing mandatory retirement, and won’t be hanging around long enough to help Junior make the grade.
I say it’s time to take away Junior’s sandbox and toys and give him a timeout.
This just in. Trust me, it’ll make your stomach growl, in anger. Apparently, Chinese police uncovered a restaurant where the owner used, listen to this, wet cardboard instead of meat as fillings in dimsums (baozi for you Mainlanders)! Hmm… I wonder if you could actually taste the difference. Dimsums are quite delicious actually. If you ever drop by the Orient, do try some… just not… from that particular establishment whose owners faces hefty fines and even jailtime.
I believe congratulations are in order for Baby Rosita in Mozambique, whose mother won a court case that stripped Rosita’s dad of parental rights after he stole and sold goods meant for humanitarian relief. Why did this gain international attention? Well, Baby Rosita was born in a tree where her mother took shelter during the devastating floods in 2000. The pair was soon rescued by helicopters and cameras: “a media event that helped galvanize world support for victims of the disaster … [raising] some $500 million in international assistance following the flooding, the worst disaster to hit Mozambique in almost half a century.” Hmm… if Rosita’s mum told her daughter that she got her from a tree, she won’t be lying! My parents always told me that the nicked me from a trash bin in the back alley, in a dire attempt to stir the conversation away from “the making of a baby”. It’s a bit sad how the international community only rushes to help in disaster relief after they see an event like that. This reminds me of Wag the Dog, that movie we watched in TOK where publicists faked a war in Albania in order to stir the public’s attention from the president’s scandal in the weeks leading up to re-election. All they needed was to film a distrought girl running away amidst the rubbles screaming in terror and holding a kitten. The girl was an actress. The filming was in a studio. The cat was actually a bag of Doritos that digital experts substituted in. Brilliant. I’m so proud to be part of the human race.
All in all, an eventful week on Mother Earth. OotP calls! Until next time!
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