LINK: do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?
Currently listening to: Stickwitu – The Pussycat Dolls feat. Avant
And I sayNobody gonna love me better, I’ma stick wit you foreverNobody gonna take me higher, I’ma stick wit youYou know how to appreciate me, I’ma stick wit you, my babyNobody ever made me feel this way, I’ma stick wit you
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
“Are you North Korean?”
Like… why?
And when I told them that my parents are from South Korea, they seemed to be disappointed with the answer.
Over the years, I’ve been asked that question so often that I finally gave up and just started saying yes—purely for my own entertainment. Watching people’s eyes go wide as saucers, the gears turning in their heads, was priceless. Inevitably, they’d ask how I escaped, and that’s when I’d spin an elaborate tale in a hushed voice about having high-up connections in China who smuggled my family and me to freedom.
Of course, none of it was true, but their reactions? Chef’s kiss.
Funny enough, I never take offense when people assume I’m Japanese despite all the war crimes and atrocities that they committed against Koreans.
Make it make sense…
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