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| so sad but so true. you know you're korean when...
you drive a lowered, fixed up integra, eclipse, or some kind of Honda
you love Sanrio stuff
you do that twirling thing with your pen
you always have a box of Sapporo Ichiban ramyun or Yook-eh-jang
you bring home all A's and one B, and your parents yell, "Why did you get a B?"
there is a 75% chance that you'll marry someone with the same last name
white people always say, "Say my name in korean!"
when the bill comes, you practically beat each other up- saying that' YOU'LL pay for the bill
when you were in Junior High, you were a nerd
you either have to be a doctor, lawyer, or some big-time business tychoon
when some mega-mega nerd student is in the korean newspaper, your parents say, "why can't you be like him?"
no matter how well your parents speak english, they can't say "wood"
People ask, "Hey, show me some Jackie Chan moves!"
When someone points you out, they say "that one chinese girl (or guy).
Your parents were ecstatic when the '88 Olympics were held in Korea (
and the world cup competition!!)
You know how to do the "kimchi squat"
You do that sickening loogie thing out of nowhere
Girls--Everwhere you go, you look like you're ready to go clubbing
Girls--You have this shrilly whiny voice that goes along with "oppaaaahhh"
Girls--You shave off your eyebrows and just pencil two thin lines in
Girls--You wear 500 inch heels to compensate for you under 5 feet height
Girls--No matter how skinny you are, you are still on a diet
Girls--At parties, you always dance in big groups
Girls--You only go for guys with nice fixed-up cars
Girls--You own at least one pair of the black "regulation clubbing pants"
Girls--Even when it's freezing cold, you still wear very revealing clothes
Girls--You get that eye surgery thing, even though it makes you look like a fish
Girls--Your hair is almost yellow
your mom sings chan-son-gahs (hymns) while driving
you have a gazillion small containers in your fridge and even though they smells pretty nasty, you still eat it.
your parents raise their hand as if they're going to hit you, and you totally shudder, shrinking back. (LMAO!)
You long for some good ol' Korean cooking.
You have the ability to tell the different Asians apart (ie. Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese).
You go to American restaurants, and your dad eats really wild and rudely, so you put your head down while whispering, "apppaaahhhhh stooopp!"
You bring home a white friend, and your parents immediately think that he/she sleeps around, uses drugs, and parties 24-7. (sigh... so true)
When your mom hears or watches something sad, she'll make this repeated sound really fast like "tte" a million times a minute.
Kumon is a household word. (ahhhhh!!)
When guests are leaving your house, you have to stand outside your house saying bye to them, not to mention bowing a gazillion times. (ahhh!!)
You'll go to a movie with your parents, and afterwards, they'll say "I don't understand."
You'll buy a shirt full price, and your parents will yell, "What! You could have bought that for $2 at the swap meet!"
you're going out with a friend and your parents need to know their name, where they live, their phone #, what their parents do for a living, what kind of grades they get, what they got on their SATs, how they dress, if they go to church, and if they're male or female.
After you're get off the phone with someone from the opposite sex, your parents will start interrogating you about that person (except the last one). You'll talk to someone from the opposite sex two days in a row, and your parents immeditaely think there's something going on.
You bring home straight As, and your parents say, "So? You're supposed to get that! When I was in Korea..."
Your mom will laugh with her hand covering her mouth.
Any member of your family picks their teeth at the table with one hand while "covering" with the other hand.
You'll be cooking kalbi outside, and neighbors will ask what the aroma is.
You think EVERYTHING is racial, like if someone is mildy rude to you. (LMAO!!!)
You'll have all this "asian pride" or "Korean Pride" yet know nothing about your culture. (LMAO!)
You only talk to the asian people in your class.
If you're a girl, In the early 90's, you had the "wave bangs" where they went up like 3 feet high while slowly cascading down.
You think Koreans are above all other Asians.
You are/were in Key Club.
If you're a guy, you'll have this certain "asian-guy" walk.
If you go to a JC and when asked, you always say your JC name immediately with the statement "then transferring to a UC (or other big school)". (lmao)
You go to any fastfood restaurant and your mother tells you to make sure nobody is watching so she can stuff extra napkins, ketchup packets, plastic forks, etc. into her bag.
You have a stack of bright yellow Wendy's napkins on your dining room table.
Your mother's friend is cooking hot dogs for the family and says to you, "Here 10 dolla, go get some south-crop!" Then it takes you ten minutes to figure out she meant saurkraut.
You are with a friend of the opposite sex and give a friendship hug goodbye, and your mother witnesses it and starts flipping out like you just lost your virginity or something and you hear her go, "O-mo, O-mo-na!!"
Your parents encourage you not to get into fights, but if it is about your nationality or race, "Beat the crap out of them, bon-choo-gyu-na, tell them your father was a blackbelt in Korea." (lmao! this happens ALL the fucking itme!)
You have ginseng in your kitchen.
there is some form of ginseng in the house
your ice cubes in the freezer have some sort of kim-chee smell to it (eww! but true... sigh)
you have one of those one foot high dinner tables you sit on the floor with (like duh!)
you have a straw mat (try 14 straw mats)
you have any type of electrical massager (we've got more than 4)
your parents have one of those car seat covers made out of those wooden accupuncture beads (of course!)
your fathers and uncles have really built and muscular looking calves
your father has no facial hair, chest hair, back, and arm hair, except for three long hairs sticking out of each nipple (haha)
you have a coffee mug from church in the house with korean writing on it
your mother wants you home by midnight during prom night
Your mama never shaves her armpits
your elders spontaneously fart out of nowhere while you're talking to them- but it's perfectly polite (haha, yup!)
you raise your leg by accident and your white friend says, "Hey is that karate?"
your parents hve the R's and L's backwards
you have a homepage
your grandfather wants to kill your dog and eat it
Dye your hair...reddish brown for best results (but then again, blonde turns out to be reddish-brown anyway)
You must drive an Acura Integra or Honda Civic
A pager is a life necessity. (Or a cell phone...or both)
Always dress like you're goin to a party...even when your goin to Walmart.
Fit 9 people in a car, when the limit is 5.
There must be a stringy, Oriental-looking ornament dangling from the mirror of your souped-up car.
SO SAD BUT TRUE | | |
| ok, comments are back. Conversation with Jeff March 16 at 10:28 pm
Webber87: anyway...ustedes commands are same as ustedes subjunctive
asiansweeetness: ooooooh
Webber87: comer = coman, salir = salgan, venir = vengan, xaner = xangan
asiansweeetness: xanga?!?!
Webber87: i'm kidding
asiansweeetness: OMG, that is SOOO going on my xanga!
Webber87: there goes sara the ib student
I love you all! Just in case I haven't told you lately. But especially ben. And his awesomess. And jeff with his super human mad computer talents. And Yisa with her happiness ALL THE TIME. And Julia with her boy crazyness, keeping me down to earth. And of course Rachel!! With her blunt comments that ALWAYS crack me up. Amy, I'm sure your braces look awesome and didja know Nevada is in Rohnert Park? mm... I want to pat ben's stomach right now. Damn, this thong is going further and further up my ass. How do you guys WEAR these things? Well, not guys (Ben being the obvious exception).This is my first thong, and might I say, it is royally sucking ass. pardon the bun. I mean pun. OH BEJEEBERS. The thong is officially coming off. Damnit! I think I have a freaking RASH from this stupid thing. OMG, yes I do. Can you be allergic to a type of material? Ooh... pretty! I forgot that it has rainbows and clouds on it. OMG, and a butterfly! But just one... and I won't tell you where. Use your imaginations y'all. On second thought, please don't. | | |
| Y'all, if you want a new background, I stumbled across the PERFECT backgrounds for everyone in our group. Rach, it is SOOO awesome! Ben... haha... you'll enjoy it! Yis... CUTE CUTE CUTE! Jeff... it is computer oriented, but very very cool.
So, does anyone know how to get rid of the ads at the top of the screen? They are really annoying
Oh, and here's my marquee thingy written out
* * * You know you're in IB when...* * * You talk to yourself, then disagree about the subject, get into a nasty row about it, lose, and refuse to talk to yourself for the rest of the day * * * you yell 'stop touching me!' even when you are the only person in the room * * * your home becomes a "home away from home" * * * You know you're in IB when... * * * you conclude your english essay with "and they lived happily ever after. Amen". And get an A * * * you're 17 and your mom still drives you to parties * * * you've replaced your flinstones vitamines with speed * * * You know you're in IB when... * * * you're afraid of sunlight because you haven't seen it in 3 years * * * you talk in your sleep... in Spanish * * * you can spell International Baccalaureate * * * You know you're in IB when... * * * bull shit starts to smell good * * * your motto is IB therefore IBS * * * your idea of a good time is purposefully depriving yourself of sleep for 28 hours and recording your declining reaction time * * * You know you're in IB when * * * in order to make your xanga 'just right' you spend upwards of five hours on it. A day. * * * you would not be caught dead in a ditch saying ANYWAYS * * * your computer's spell check has IB added to it * * * at least three of your friends are also doing to IB diploma * * * You know you're in IB when * * * you know what the difference is between kinetic engergy and potential energy and which to use when looking at a pendulum system * * * the people at starbucks (or the physcal therapists) know your first name and waste no time in asking how your delightful mother and ancient auntie maud are doing * * * you go to bed at four in the morning and consider it early * * * You know you're in IB when your xanga has a scrolling marquee... and you know what a scrolling marquee is * * * a teacher is on your list of people you want to kill * * * you think President Bush is a dumbass * * * you care more about the current situation in Haiti then Martha Stewart * * * you cannot spell M & M correctly (you know... the rapper dude) * * * just a whiff of the scent of whiteboard markers brings back good memories * * *
oh yea, no comments please! | | |
| It's March 1... HAPPY B-DAY YIS!
according to kiki, there are only 119 more days till tour!!!!
VIENNA sounds like THE SHIT. I am SOOOOO excited! Ok, shopping... when and where do you guys wanna go? Haha, we've planned for Union Square like a million times. OMG, intensive rehearsal is so frickin long! 1-9 on saturday and 10:30-4:30 on sunday! And I have my other orchestra from 4:30-8:30. And a concert on Sunday at 1:00. And Juries and SAT I's and lessons on Saturday. That weekend BLOWS. Like the dolls!
Yinyin are you taking the SAT's? We need to take our juries in the morning for a scholarship, and the SAT's won't end till like 11:30 and it takes an hour to drive to the Conservatory. Plus YO at 1:00. Are you going to take the SAT's in San Francisco? I think Jennifer might make me. grr.... YO takes up sooo much time!
nifnif... I have never ever watched all the oscars!!
Jane: I heart you! YOU ROCK! If you were a guy and if your name was Johnny Depp I'd marry you!!! MUWAH! THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH!
haha, you are OBSESSED with Sandoo hak yo ga cha. I SWEAR! Not that it's bad... | | |
| Do NOT see the Passion of Jesus Christ. It is bloody, gory, and utterly pointless. Seriously, the movie has no friggin point. It was baisically a film about hating fellow human beings. There was no LOVE, HUMANITY, or anything else that I have come to associate with Jesus Christ. All there was was blood, and even that was not done well. Kill Bill was more violent btw. And, I DIDN'T CRY ONCE. Maybe I have become desensitized. Maybe I'm cruel and callous. Or maybe the film just didn't 'reach out' to me like it did to most people in the theater. But the fact that I, SARA for pete's sake, SARA who cried because I forgot my enlish assignment one day, didn't cry says a lot about this movie. I won't say it wasn't interesting, because it was, but maybe that is just my slightly warped sense of curiosity. I kept on thinking about how the special effects were done, and not about how much pain JC was going through. For the most part, the pious religious folk who went to see this movie seemed to almost WANT to go through a twisted self punishing I guess 'sacrifice' of their own, and by watching this movie, they felt 'cleansed'. Well, I didn't, and unless you want to submit to hours of a story without a plot, you probably won't either.
On a lighter note, Julia broke four of my bones! But it's a good thing. Sigh, it's hard to explain... let's just say IB and leave it at that
I think therefore IB.
(IB=IB screwed)
I feel stupid. But a good stupid. For thirty minutes I swatted raw dough around with a tennis racket. Then Josh came up with the brilliant idea to dump the dough in my mean neighbors backyard. Then Julia came up with the even greater idea of carefully placing the dough in a latex glove and THEN throwing it into my neighbors backyard. Everything went according to plan, and I walloped the glove with my tennis racket into my neighbors yard. Too bad we failed to notice my neighbor and her dog were IN the backyard at the time. | | |
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