Oh, Marriage...
I really don't want you. Seriously. I have no interest in getting married. I mean, the party might be fun - and I have to admit that being such a girly girl, I've always wanted to…
SerenaDante
Posted 5/18/2009 at 2:59 PM
xanga crushes
they mystify me, just like online dating does. i have nothing against it, but i don't get it. how can you feel totally attracted to someone online when you have never met them, hea…
beetunes
Posted 5/18/2009 at 3:09 PM
Why Guys Should Think Twice Before Sleeping With That Random Girl
Most women would like to believe that guys are sex hounds, always in search of their next sexual encounter. I can't speak for majority of men but I can honestly tell you, I would …
mancouch
Posted 5/18/2009 at 3:29 PM
i told my parents i'm dating.
this morning, i told my parents about kevin. these past few years, they've known i've dated a few people, but they also knew that it never got serious, or went anywhere. my mom woke me up around ten in the morning to shower and take my car to the service for maintenance. after i pampered myself and made myself visible for public display, i walked out into the kitchen, where my mom was readily pouring gelatin into individual sized bowls, and my dad was sitting at the dining room table, mixing up a few tracks for their next big mid-life-crisis-asian-rave-party. i hovered my mom for a good two minutes before she looked over her shoulder. "what do you want?" she asked. she knows. after many years, she's come to realize that when i hover, i want something, or i have something important to tell her. "uh," i paused, looking around the kitchen as my mom focused on pouring the gelatin mix perfectly into the mini-bowls, "i'm dating kevin now." she stopped pouring, and looked up. "huh?!" my mom began to say some things in vietnamese quickly, and under her breath, "my baby?!?! my baby girl?!?!?! dating?!?!?!?!?!" my dad took off his headphones and looked over. "what's up?" he said. i walked towards him, and repeated. "oh." he didn't say anything for a whole sixty seconds. i held my breath, expecting him to blow up and say something outrageous. i've been dreading the moment i'd tell my parents i'm seriously dating someone, kevin, for a good three weeks now. in my mind, i've imagined multiple scenarios as to how they would react. my first imagined scene would be me telling my mom first, and my mom telling my dad, then my dad taking a pile of plates - five to be exact, and slamming them onto the floor while screaming, "THIS IS RIDICULOUS!" and storming off. my second imagined scene would be me telling my parents, together, at once, and them saying "let's meet kevin." their initial reaction would be serene and peaceful. but as soon as i bring my parents and kevin into the same room, then i picture my mother hovering him, seating him at the dining table, and shoving all of her wonderful homecooked meals down his throat while my dad attempts to talk golf, golf, and more golf. as soon as he leaves, my parents would tackle me saying "we don't like boy." or something like that. my third imagined scene would be me telling my mom who would tell my dad which would lead to me on the streets. kbai! as i stared at my dad, while he zoned out for a good minute, he looked at me, almost laughing, and says "i already knew that." HUH?! what does he mean he already knew that?! in the meanwhile, my mom was wailing in the background about her baby all grown up, while my dad smiles at me and says "well, you're at the age when you need to really start dating anyway. get some experience, you're growing up." 
he proceeded to tell me the story about an abusive couple he saw while on his cruise last week with my mom, and how apparently there was a young couple, in their mid to late twenties, arguing on the ship. my mom was up on the deck tanning while my dad was walking laps on the rooming floors. the woman in the relationship screams "FUCK YOU. GET AWAY FROM ME. YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING." while the man in the relationship yells back "I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT BECAUSE I'M DATING YOU." then my dad ended that example with "don't let him do anything you don't want to do." and that was that. my parents are a riot. i never know what to expect next. Posted 5/18/2009 at 11:01 PM - add eprops - add comments
Your Typical Asian Parents (especially chinese)
I've thought of these points from personal experiences. These may or may not apply to your asian parents. Let's hope it doesn't all apply to you. <LI>Doing well in school. I am happy to say that I don't have parents that gung ho my ass when my grades are low. The thing is, I don't even need my parents to pressure me to do well in school. Other asians in my school are already making me do that. When you're surrounded by asians that are constantly doing well, it motivates you, but in my case it hasn't impacted me that much to make me go all the way. I do feel a little bit depressed though, when I look at that list of people who got on the honors list. I remember seeing these people cry when they have 80's, now that is hardcore. I have to also mention the whole "asian fail" and "fail fail" system. Asian fail is anything below 80%, that would be the average goody good asian person. Then we have the fail fail which is just under 50%. If you were to ask me where I stand, the answer is asian fail. :( <LI>Protective. I think this one annoys me the most. This one hits hard on girls. My mom still walks me to the bus stop every single day. The bus stop is only a 3 min walk. She believes at 7:30 am in the morning someone will try to kidnap me. No wonder I'm paranoid, she's even more paranoid than me. You should see what that has made me. Now I walk home at 4:00 pm looking like a psycho, shifting my head left and right for someone to pop out in front of me. I know I sound really mean, but I have to say it really annoys me. What is she ever going to do when I don't live in the same house with her anymore? I'm 18 btw. Besides that point, we also have other issues with this whole protective thing.
When I was a bit younger, there's no doubt that I was not allowed to have a "boyfriend" till I'm 25. Why is that? I mean, there could be a lot of reasons I can think of such as I'm too young or some boy will come and corrupt me. Unfortunately I have people in my life, particularly the ones that live under the same roof with me, thinks every boy I hang out with is "bad". It doesn't even have to be my boyfriend to be someone they don't approve. Countless times when my parents see a boy I hang out with, they criticize, comment and ask questions. Did I also mention that they expect me to marry a asian person too? I guess that leads us to the next point. <LI>Racist? Now this must be impossible. Why would my parents immigrate or flee to another country they expect to be multicultural? I remember I had some friends over my house and some happen to be caucasian. Later, when they had left, of course my dad was ranting about those guys. He had this whole "aiyaaa" thing going on, like what kind of people I'm hanging around with. He goes off all crazy, saying they look bad and that they probably drink and do drugs. I don't even know what to say anymore. Everything I say will probably go through one ear and out the next. Whenever it's about a boy my dad would always say the guy will try to drug me to take advantage of me. For years, he would say the same thing. For example, just recently, I was going home but stupid me went into the wrong car, that was probably the most embarrassing thing ever, but my dad saw it and he came to the conclusion that someone got me drugged up. I can assure you I will not be drugged. I don't even drink. Unless someone wants to drug my red tea.
I don't want to be expected to marry a chinese guy. Just like what KevJumba says on youtube, "The world needs more interracial babies!", think about it. It'll be a good thing, because it could solve the problem of racism. You'll probably less likely hate someone who has so much different backgrounds in their blood. Plus, mixed races make various unique looking people, often very attractive appearance I have to admit. I also think that most teens who are racist, probably got all the negatives from their parents. When I was young, I would hear my parents say how this one particular race are not good because they have a history of being poor, do drugs, and often involved in violence. We have these asian slang words referring to these people. It's terrible. <LI>Cheap! Now, I know some parents that are not. Maybe it's because their whole family are full of doctors, pharmacists, dentists, and whatever job that requires many dedicated years of education. Trust me, my graduation is coming up, my mom would not pay over 200 dollars for a nice dress. Well, she probably would pay more, but she'll go all smiley face with the store owner for a lower price. In my mind I'm thinking, "This isn't China, you can't bargain here!". It's a bit embarrassing, it's not that I want to spend lots on a dress but there's a breaking point. There's a fine line, do you know what I mean? It just makes you look worse. Don't get me started talking about free stuff. A normal non asian person would probably get the free stuff and walk away happy. Do you know what an asian person would do? Grab the free stuff and give it to another family member to hold and then go back for more or grab it and tell you to get your butt over there to get it too and then get every single family member to get it. Free stuff can makes chinese people look like savages is all I can say. I have a couple of friends that work at a chinese market, my friend told me there was a time where a chinese lady that came back to tell her she gave her 10 cent short. Asians will not let you rip them off, not even for a penny (exaggerated over the top)! <LI>Manners / Misbehaving. How many asian kid are able to admit that they've been "punished" by their parents with physical force. I remember those days, but as you grow older they stop doing that, thankfully. As a child, you're not allowed to talk back. There was no such thing as grounded, allowance, and time out. You disobey, you take the "spanking". I think I've came to as far as getting myself almost "disowned". I'm alright guys, I'm still living with the same people 18 years ago and in the same house forever long ago.
When you're out with your parents and you see someone you know you're expected to greet them as uncle or auntie. It's a sign of respect. It doesn't matter who it is family or friends. It's a bit annoying to me. I don't think other culture does it. One culture may bow, I don't know. Do you know? <LI>Maintaining you're culture background. I am first generation canadian and I think my chinese background is fading away. I find myself not able to read/write and sometimes even speak fluently in chinese. This is why I take mandarin class. Even my friends are starting to feel that I'm turning "white". I'm jealous if you're asian parents are able to speak fluent english when they decided to move out of their homeland. My parents can't speak fluent english which means a couple of things about me. My first language would be chinese, and then english kind of comes along when I start school. This is probably why my english is not well spoken enough to get myself a decent high mark in English class. I also find it very hard to talk in chinese, because I don't know some words in chinese that I know in english and vice versa (which means I'm a bad translator).
Regardless if you're asian or not, it's always good to maintain what you're family history had. Don't be washed away by other influences around you. I don't even know if that made sense. Oh well. This is all I can think of for now. Tell me what you think. What else have I missed? Posted 5/18/2009 at 11:17 PM - add eprops - add comments
Literature Gave Me Unrealistic Expectations of Women
 I read too much. This might sound like some crazy paradox: Surely reading is a positive thing, therefore how can one break the desired standard, and read too much? Well. Reading has given me lots of unrealistic expectations. Especially when it comes to love and women. It fills my head with all these irresistible, irrevocable notions and characters that can not be found outside of books. So basically, I'm searching for something that doesn't exist. Because the women of great literature aren't realistic in the slightest. They've made me long for someone who will find my arrogance adorable, as witty as she is pretty, a veritable Elizabeth Bennet. A woman who'll forgive me for bludgeoning her family in the streets, or the fact that I only happened to meet her because I was at her house looking for some other girl, as did Juliet. A female who'll desert her much richer and more powerful husband to cavort about on the sea with me, and whose face will launch a thousand ships, inspiring a devastating war like Homer's Helen.
A lady who won't care if I kept the batty women of my past locked in the attic (just like Jane Eyre!) and who will offer me hope in a hopeless world, as did 1984's Julia, even if that does end with us both brainwashed and thinking 2+2=5. I just want an Ada who'll spend every day praying for my return, not knowing if I'm alive or dead or even if I care one iota about her, but waiting on me anyway. An Eponine who'll take a bullet for me, whilst delivering me letters from another lover, and whose heart is so intrinsically woven with my own that she'll DIE from thinking she can take her love elsewhere, as did Cathy of Wuthering Heights. And I want a lady that will regally throw herself to the snakes on hearing of my death, in the style of Shakespeare's Cleopatra, or drink fatal poison if I were to admit that I didn't actually fancy her as much as I might have implied, like some unfortunate Sybil Vane. I long for all these impossible, over-dramatic things, because I want our romance to be written about for centuries to come. And it appears that love like that just don't happen anymore. So I'm a little screwed. THANK YOU LITERATURE FOR GIVING ME UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS OF WOMEN! Posted 5/18/2009 at 11:29 PM - add eprops - add comments
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