Is it racism if it's the truth?
If some people live up to their stereotypes, and not just one but many, is it not accurate to call them out for what they are?
For example, in my time in Sunnyvale, I have been surrounded by Indians. Of course they're friendly nice people, but they sure do live up to the stereotypes of being smelly (like curry), not willing to give bargain (stupid taxi driver), and are mainly engineers (I'm in silicon valley and 80% of the people I see in this area are Indians). Not to say these are all bad qualities.
I'm sure Koreans live up to their stereotypes of being stubborn, smelling raunchy (courtesy of kimchee), smoking a lot and loitering around. I am guilty of all and so I'm not going to take offense if someone calls me Korean because of these traits. I understand that some people WOULD be offended because of this but I think that if majority of Koreans are like this, that you know what? Just deal. That's who we are and even though you don't have ALL the traits, you are still what you are.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Refresh
Awww. Going back to boston this past week... is exactly what I needed. Seeing my family, sleeping in my bed, getting to just talk and be with all the wonderful friends in Boston. Man, I'm going to miss being home for the next two months but it will be exciting coming back and seeing the changes.
Sometimes, life needs a refresh button.
Sometimes, life needs a refresh button.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Fear
Lately, I have been swimming. 50% because it's exercise other than boring running, 35% because I can tan while doing it, 15% because I have nothing else to do with my time and it gets me away from my laptop/k dramas.
The pool at the apartment I'm residing at is a decent size. I have rarely seen anyone else in it and find myself always swimming alone, which is fine by me since I like my space and I don't have to look out for anyone when I do laps. Also, I wear goggles since I have contacts and want to be able to see underwater and not run into a wall.
Two days ago, while doing the front stroke, I was looking at the bottom of the pool (only goes to 5 ft) and saw a black dot. As I moved closer, I realized that there were multiple lines attached to the dot and then to confirm my suspicions, I realized it was... yes.
a spider
EEEK!
If you have ever asked me about my nightmares/fears, you would know that I am deathly afraid of spiders. I have only one outstanding recurring nightmare since I was a kid which is that I'm stuck in my house, barefeet, with millions... no bajillions of hairy freakin tarantulas covering the floor, ceilings, and walls and all crawling towards me. I run away and open the door to see a ginormous mother of a tarantula with it's 8 beady eyes all looking at me with hunger and fangs covered in drool. So basically I have to choose between the armies of tarantulas to step ontop..with no socks... or the one friggin umma one. UGH!! blerg!
If you are with me and see a small whatever spider, I most likely won't react like someone who is scared. But inside, know that I am terrified and crying like a little girl.
After I saw the spider in the pool, and confirmed (it was a daddy long leg btw), thoughts started rushing to my head like OmG! the spider has come to get me. I can't swim above it or else it will release itself from the floor and float to me and attach itself to me. From then on, for the additional 20 or so minutes I was in the pool, I never had my feet touch the floor in fear that the spider was following me from the bottom of the pool and would immediately bite me as soon as I let my meaty toes hit the floor. I also proceeded to never look at the spider again, except for from my peripheral vision.
When I was younger, I woke up one day and sat up, only to find a spider crawling across the pillow that my head had been lying on merely seconds before. I screamed like a pansy and ran for my parents' room and yelled to my dad; "DAD! SPIDER!! DAD!"
I tried to wikipedia it just now to write some more interesting facts about spiders but I lasted 4.5 seconds on the page because there were too many pictures.. soo friggin scary. How can anyone like these hairy gross crawling things that have poisonous species, 8 eyes, and types that can jump... ereggegreageageragra. gives me the heebies jeebies
The pool at the apartment I'm residing at is a decent size. I have rarely seen anyone else in it and find myself always swimming alone, which is fine by me since I like my space and I don't have to look out for anyone when I do laps. Also, I wear goggles since I have contacts and want to be able to see underwater and not run into a wall.
Two days ago, while doing the front stroke, I was looking at the bottom of the pool (only goes to 5 ft) and saw a black dot. As I moved closer, I realized that there were multiple lines attached to the dot and then to confirm my suspicions, I realized it was... yes.
a spider
EEEK!
If you have ever asked me about my nightmares/fears, you would know that I am deathly afraid of spiders. I have only one outstanding recurring nightmare since I was a kid which is that I'm stuck in my house, barefeet, with millions... no bajillions of hairy freakin tarantulas covering the floor, ceilings, and walls and all crawling towards me. I run away and open the door to see a ginormous mother of a tarantula with it's 8 beady eyes all looking at me with hunger and fangs covered in drool. So basically I have to choose between the armies of tarantulas to step ontop..with no socks... or the one friggin umma one. UGH!! blerg!
If you are with me and see a small whatever spider, I most likely won't react like someone who is scared. But inside, know that I am terrified and crying like a little girl.
After I saw the spider in the pool, and confirmed (it was a daddy long leg btw), thoughts started rushing to my head like OmG! the spider has come to get me. I can't swim above it or else it will release itself from the floor and float to me and attach itself to me. From then on, for the additional 20 or so minutes I was in the pool, I never had my feet touch the floor in fear that the spider was following me from the bottom of the pool and would immediately bite me as soon as I let my meaty toes hit the floor. I also proceeded to never look at the spider again, except for from my peripheral vision.
When I was younger, I woke up one day and sat up, only to find a spider crawling across the pillow that my head had been lying on merely seconds before. I screamed like a pansy and ran for my parents' room and yelled to my dad; "DAD! SPIDER!! DAD!"
I tried to wikipedia it just now to write some more interesting facts about spiders but I lasted 4.5 seconds on the page because there were too many pictures.. soo friggin scary. How can anyone like these hairy gross crawling things that have poisonous species, 8 eyes, and types that can jump... ereggegreageageragra. gives me the heebies jeebies
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Being an Adult
If you watch movies that portray the times from the 60s to 80s period like:
You'll notice a common trend. You're officially a man or an adult once you are 18. The kids in these movies are allowed to leave home and become their own person once they're 18. How come? I guess we matured and grew up quicker long time ago but now, it takes us longer? Aren't we still pretty immature at 18? I know I was. I turned 18 the summer after my senior year of high school. I still tied my shoelaces with two loops, I ate dunkaroos, I played crazy arcade and counterstrike, my mom still made all my food and I had no idea what I wanted to be.
In some cultures, adulthood reaches an earlier age. In some parts of Africa, you reach adulthood at age 13. 13!!!! WTH!! You're still losing baby teeth then, that's when we were in what... middle school? Crazy. Why does the world force us to grow up so quickly? When I was in my late teens, I couldn't wait to be an adult and do all the things I wanted.. but I realized at age 19, when I was no longer a teen but a young adult, how sad it is that I wouldn't be able to do everything since I was an adult, and not a kid. Meaning, I would now have responsibilities and now had a crapload of more rules I had to abide by.
Kids... we're just as scared as you are. Adults have so much more to learn and to be scared of.
I'm nearly 21 and guess what... I still play video games, my mom makes my food when I come home, I tie my shoelaces with one loop but sometimes I go to my old ways (it's just easier!), and I have ABSOLUTELY no idea what i am going to do after college.
Imagine it being as easy as a switch.
Click! we're adults now. We know everything.
I officialy am the owner of my own new car. Chyeah Baby. Honda Cr-V. Took 2 major accidents, 2 speeding tickets, and many scratches to my dad's tires to finally let my parents see what a good driver i am and finally get me my own spankin car.
the whole process of buying the car was somewhat intimidating. My dad basically handled everything with me sitting there listening and after each day at the dealership, he explained how you have to work from the minimum up instead of the msp down. Handling all the paperwork and working the prices and dealing with insurance, I had a headache. Wow! When will I have to do all of this? I hope they invent a youth formula so that my parents stay alive til I pass away so that they can always take care of all of this. I always act very independent around my parents, letting them know I'm my own woman and that I'm an adult, but I truly love and indulge in all the babying they do of me. As much as it is unneccesary for my mom to make fresh fruit juice everyday and for my dad to check plane tickets for me and do my tax reports, I will honestly miss it all when they eventually stop doing it. That's when I'll have to either learn it myself, or find a man who can do it all... hehe jkjk...
Peter! Take me to never ever land!!
You'll notice a common trend. You're officially a man or an adult once you are 18. The kids in these movies are allowed to leave home and become their own person once they're 18. How come? I guess we matured and grew up quicker long time ago but now, it takes us longer? Aren't we still pretty immature at 18? I know I was. I turned 18 the summer after my senior year of high school. I still tied my shoelaces with two loops, I ate dunkaroos, I played crazy arcade and counterstrike, my mom still made all my food and I had no idea what I wanted to be.
In some cultures, adulthood reaches an earlier age. In some parts of Africa, you reach adulthood at age 13. 13!!!! WTH!! You're still losing baby teeth then, that's when we were in what... middle school? Crazy. Why does the world force us to grow up so quickly? When I was in my late teens, I couldn't wait to be an adult and do all the things I wanted.. but I realized at age 19, when I was no longer a teen but a young adult, how sad it is that I wouldn't be able to do everything since I was an adult, and not a kid. Meaning, I would now have responsibilities and now had a crapload of more rules I had to abide by.
Kids... we're just as scared as you are. Adults have so much more to learn and to be scared of.
I'm nearly 21 and guess what... I still play video games, my mom makes my food when I come home, I tie my shoelaces with one loop but sometimes I go to my old ways (it's just easier!), and I have ABSOLUTELY no idea what i am going to do after college.
Imagine it being as easy as a switch.
Click! we're adults now. We know everything.I officialy am the owner of my own new car. Chyeah Baby. Honda Cr-V. Took 2 major accidents, 2 speeding tickets, and many scratches to my dad's tires to finally let my parents see what a good driver i am and finally get me my own spankin car.
the whole process of buying the car was somewhat intimidating. My dad basically handled everything with me sitting there listening and after each day at the dealership, he explained how you have to work from the minimum up instead of the msp down. Handling all the paperwork and working the prices and dealing with insurance, I had a headache. Wow! When will I have to do all of this? I hope they invent a youth formula so that my parents stay alive til I pass away so that they can always take care of all of this. I always act very independent around my parents, letting them know I'm my own woman and that I'm an adult, but I truly love and indulge in all the babying they do of me. As much as it is unneccesary for my mom to make fresh fruit juice everyday and for my dad to check plane tickets for me and do my tax reports, I will honestly miss it all when they eventually stop doing it. That's when I'll have to either learn it myself, or find a man who can do it all... hehe jkjk...
Peter! Take me to never ever land!!
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