Please imagine me swearing like crazy
F,U,C,K....oooohhh, Minha swore. I know that people really don't hear me swearing like that, but for this one, please imagine me using fuck about twice in a sentence.
My dad yelled at this this morning to get up around 8:16ish. Seriously it's Sat. I want to SLEEP. On top of that I had just finished a great book called "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" that Zach had recommended around 2:30 am. When I told my dad that, he did leave me alone after threating me with...something. Then I hear a conversation in the kitchen.
David: No she was probably talking on the phone with one of her friends.(Or did he say boyfriend? how many times did I tell him that I DON'T have one!!!)
Dad: We need to unplug and take away the phone in her room.
Mom: Yeah, because of her other people can't call our house.
....that's the toned down version. First off, I was READING, for all the suspicious ones out there, and second, ....I really do NOT talk on the phone that much compared to other people.
Take away my phone, internet chatting, and then what? What am I suppose to do with myself when I need to talk to people that are not like my family? People that I can act weird around, people that give me hugs, people that think I am not that much of a selfish brat that only thinks about herself. If they do end up taking away my freedom like that, I can only imagine myself rotting my brain cells away slowy for about few years while I get good grades and pretend to be an intelligent,obeying, Korean daughter. If my brain cells rot away in agony, I would be committing a suicide that would be at a fault of no one. It will all just be natural and all will be good. What is a use of a brain when you can't use it to live like there IS something to live about?
...Now let me be more pragmatic so you won't have to worry about me killing my brain cells away.
What will probably end up happening is this:
1. Minha somehow survives high school and makes it into a college that isn't good enough for her parents, but good enough for her.
2. Minha does everything that she always wanted to do, but was never allowed to do based on the lifestyle of her family. She shall be introduced to the DOOR and to the loving experience of spending eternity with her friends without having to worry about doing fifty math problems to hang out with them.
3. Minha does not become a lawyer, a doctor, or any prestige over paid upper class yuppy that seems to represent success and happiness to her folks, even her beloved grandmother. Instead, she will work her butt off to be a UNESCO worker and/or a writer and/or an artist.
4. This is where her life can be divided in half. She follows her dreams and rebellions, but after all that she might wonder if it was all worth it. She might fall into doubt of what it really means to live for happiness in her life.
My dears, don't fret and while you are at it treat your eyes to "The Perks of being a Wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky. And please excuse my sucko layout of my page; I need to improve it.
My dad yelled at this this morning to get up around 8:16ish. Seriously it's Sat. I want to SLEEP. On top of that I had just finished a great book called "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" that Zach had recommended around 2:30 am. When I told my dad that, he did leave me alone after threating me with...something. Then I hear a conversation in the kitchen.
David: No she was probably talking on the phone with one of her friends.(Or did he say boyfriend? how many times did I tell him that I DON'T have one!!!)
Dad: We need to unplug and take away the phone in her room.
Mom: Yeah, because of her other people can't call our house.
....that's the toned down version. First off, I was READING, for all the suspicious ones out there, and second, ....I really do NOT talk on the phone that much compared to other people.
Take away my phone, internet chatting, and then what? What am I suppose to do with myself when I need to talk to people that are not like my family? People that I can act weird around, people that give me hugs, people that think I am not that much of a selfish brat that only thinks about herself. If they do end up taking away my freedom like that, I can only imagine myself rotting my brain cells away slowy for about few years while I get good grades and pretend to be an intelligent,obeying, Korean daughter. If my brain cells rot away in agony, I would be committing a suicide that would be at a fault of no one. It will all just be natural and all will be good. What is a use of a brain when you can't use it to live like there IS something to live about?
...Now let me be more pragmatic so you won't have to worry about me killing my brain cells away.
What will probably end up happening is this:
1. Minha somehow survives high school and makes it into a college that isn't good enough for her parents, but good enough for her.
2. Minha does everything that she always wanted to do, but was never allowed to do based on the lifestyle of her family. She shall be introduced to the DOOR and to the loving experience of spending eternity with her friends without having to worry about doing fifty math problems to hang out with them.
3. Minha does not become a lawyer, a doctor, or any prestige over paid upper class yuppy that seems to represent success and happiness to her folks, even her beloved grandmother. Instead, she will work her butt off to be a UNESCO worker and/or a writer and/or an artist.
4. This is where her life can be divided in half. She follows her dreams and rebellions, but after all that she might wonder if it was all worth it. She might fall into doubt of what it really means to live for happiness in her life.
My dears, don't fret and while you are at it treat your eyes to "The Perks of being a Wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky. And please excuse my sucko layout of my page; I need to improve it.