Not that that's shocking me or anything. Seeing as how I'm basically nocturnal and all. Haven't been to bed before 7 AM in weeks. Which really wouldn't be such a bad thing, I suppose, if I didn't wake up every day by 10 AM.
d00d. I need sleep. I also need to type a lot quieter, as my mother is sleeping not too far away. And any minute now she's gonna wake up and start World War III. Wants me in bed at a reasonable hour, that one. And I really should listen. Korean mothers, for those of you who may not know, are not to be taken lightly.
And yet here I remain, completely ignoring her. I'm the only one that can get away with it. I'm her baby, her little princess. So even though I completely disobey her and she gets all mad and we argue all the time and whatnot, I know exactly how to calm her down and make her go back to sleep. It's a gift.
Oh, but don't go thinking I'm spoiled or anything. Well, I am, but I know I am, so technically that doesn't really count, does it?
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Me being spoiled, or rather, me not being spoiled. See, my Mama's had a hard life. Growing up in Korea way back in the day, her parents died when she was very young, and get this -- the stupid government decided that she was TOO YOUNG to go and stay with her Aunt with the rest of her brothers and sisters. Made her go into foster families and such. Bad times for her. And out of everyone in my family, I'm the only one that really knows about it. My dad doesn't even know. See, that's how come I can get away with staying up all night, even though it really pisses her off. We're best friends. So she can't stay mad at me forever. [=
I suppose I'm babbling about my Mama for a couple of reasons. Namely, I'm pretty sure that except for the occasional read from Georgia or Katie, nobody I really know'll be reading this. The other reason is that I admire my mother a lot for what she's been through, and sometimes I forget about that. So here I am writing about how hard a life she's had as a sort of reminder to myself that she's a remarkable woman, and that I should never, ever forget that.
Of course, sometimes it's just so incredibly frustrating to even be in the same room with her -- we both have lightning quick tempers that go rather well with our obsessive compulsive behavior. But still, I love her dearly.
I gotta always remember that. I think I need to do something special for her soon. Besides taking her to China. Maybe we'll head up to Hangul Town in Tacoma and get some pictures courtesy of the local B&I.
Peace & Love, baby.
Reason #09 Why I Love Cheese: I am eating cheese & crackers right now. And Peaches, that is *so* not a lame-0 reason.
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