"You no allowed in sexy girl party."
So there I was, walking on campus, heading off to class, with an apple in hand. I entered the Robinson Hall building, to be surprised that the once partially empty halls were now cluttered with Korean girls dressed up in halter tops and mini skirts, dancing to some club scene music. I was extremely confused, unaware that there was suppose to be some “party.” In the Robinson Hall building, of all places.
The music immediately came to a screeching halt when all of the girls noticed that I stood there, dumbfounded.
One of the girls, who wore a tight shirt that stated: “I like my peanut butter on rhinos,” glared at me and said, with that distinct accent: “You no allowed in sexy girl party.”
I merely responded with: “Uhhh…I’m just trying to get to class. I wasn’t aware that there was going to be some party.”
For a brief moment, all of the girls just stared in brief silence. I have no clue why.
Then, another girl to the left of the “I like my peanut butter on rhinos” girl, smirked at me.
“You no allow cause you not Korean,” she sneered.
“Um,” I began, “well, duh, I know I’m actually not considered to be a real Korean and I…”
The “I like my peanut butter on rhinos” shirt girl immediately interrupted me, spouting out, “You no Korean. Korean girls are suppose to be beautiful and skinny. You ugly and fat. You eat too much fat food.”
“Hey!” I barked at her, “I have an apple here!”
She ignored me and continued with her insults. “Korean girls suppose to be cool. We listen to a lot of music. Do you know Big Bang music?”
Before I could even answer, she immediately assumes with, “No, you don’t. Cause you no Korean. You so behind in Korean culture. You only speak English. You only know how to be American.”
A third girl then chimed in, whose eyes were concealed with the most thickest coke bottle glasses I have ever seen. “Americans even know you no cool,” she scolded me, “they always mad when you no speak Korean words to them. They know you suppose to act Korean. They no care you like making stories. You probably no good at that.”
The “I like my peanut butter on rhinos” shirt clad girl spoke up once again. She eyed me up and down, giving me quite the dirty glare. “You no beautiful to Americans too. No American man want girl like you. They only want beautiful girls like us! That why you 21 and still have no boyfriend. And that why you no allow in sexy girl party!”
The music returned to the scene and all of the girls laughed and prolonged their “sexy girl party” by continuing to dance, swaying their hips to and fro.
Obviously upset, I began to storm off to the door. But, before I left their little party, I threw my apple at the “Queen Bee” of the group.
“At least my clothes are not last season!” I screamed at them before exiting the building.
I wake up, pissed. I then trudged off to school, still being as unKorean as usual.
Yeah, I know, weird dream…my comeback to them did not make any sense! I’m never “in” with fashion. Lol.
The music immediately came to a screeching halt when all of the girls noticed that I stood there, dumbfounded.
One of the girls, who wore a tight shirt that stated: “I like my peanut butter on rhinos,” glared at me and said, with that distinct accent: “You no allowed in sexy girl party.”
I merely responded with: “Uhhh…I’m just trying to get to class. I wasn’t aware that there was going to be some party.”
For a brief moment, all of the girls just stared in brief silence. I have no clue why.
Then, another girl to the left of the “I like my peanut butter on rhinos” girl, smirked at me.
“You no allow cause you not Korean,” she sneered.
“Um,” I began, “well, duh, I know I’m actually not considered to be a real Korean and I…”
The “I like my peanut butter on rhinos” shirt girl immediately interrupted me, spouting out, “You no Korean. Korean girls are suppose to be beautiful and skinny. You ugly and fat. You eat too much fat food.”
“Hey!” I barked at her, “I have an apple here!”
She ignored me and continued with her insults. “Korean girls suppose to be cool. We listen to a lot of music. Do you know Big Bang music?”
Before I could even answer, she immediately assumes with, “No, you don’t. Cause you no Korean. You so behind in Korean culture. You only speak English. You only know how to be American.”
A third girl then chimed in, whose eyes were concealed with the most thickest coke bottle glasses I have ever seen. “Americans even know you no cool,” she scolded me, “they always mad when you no speak Korean words to them. They know you suppose to act Korean. They no care you like making stories. You probably no good at that.”
The “I like my peanut butter on rhinos” shirt clad girl spoke up once again. She eyed me up and down, giving me quite the dirty glare. “You no beautiful to Americans too. No American man want girl like you. They only want beautiful girls like us! That why you 21 and still have no boyfriend. And that why you no allow in sexy girl party!”
The music returned to the scene and all of the girls laughed and prolonged their “sexy girl party” by continuing to dance, swaying their hips to and fro.
Obviously upset, I began to storm off to the door. But, before I left their little party, I threw my apple at the “Queen Bee” of the group.
“At least my clothes are not last season!” I screamed at them before exiting the building.
I wake up, pissed. I then trudged off to school, still being as unKorean as usual.
Yeah, I know, weird dream…my comeback to them did not make any sense! I’m never “in” with fashion. Lol.