YES ON PROP 8

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REASONS TO VOTE FOR PROP 8

1. Having tolerance without condoning.
We can love someone while still maintaining and advocating our standards and beliefs.

While we're at it, might as well abolish marriage itself. We'd effectively be maintaining and advocating our standards and beliefs, whatever that is, and it'd eliminate the notion of infidelity since "cheating on your wife" would no longer exist. Why marry when we can just love? Isn't loving enough? Who needs marriage and family and spouses and relationships that last for eternity?

2. Unless Proposition 8 passes, California society will soon undergo a profound change in its basic understanding of marriage and family life.
That will affect everyone in numerous ways. Over time, greater acceptance of nontraditional marriage will be demanded of all people. This could impact the ability of any religion to teach and practice its beliefs.

So those exhausting GSA presentations were a waste of time! Screw tolerance and acceptance! And it's not like religion hasn't been teaching lies already. They cannot take away the church's right to tell the children that Jesus does in fact hate the gays and lesbians. And for example, a few decades ago, interracial marriage was considered "nontraditional marriage." Look what that "profound change in the basic understanding of marriage and family life" did to us! Now, we have all these half-kids running around being geniuses and complete studs (Takahottie much?)

3. Proposition 8 will not hurt gays and lesbians.
In California, the law provides for marriage-related benefits to be given to civil unions and domestic partnerships. Proposition 8 does not diminish these benefits.

Bob and Bill sitting in a tree
k i s s i n g
first comes love
then comes civil union and domestic partnerships
then comes adopted baby in a baby carriage.

4. Failure to pass Proposition 8 will hurt children.
If same-sex marriage remains legal, public schools will put it on equal footing with traditional marriage. Children will likely receive “age appropriate” information about sexual relations within heterosexual and homosexual marriages.

I'd say that the dreaded sex-ed unit is long enough the way it is. Really, who wants to learn about the missionary position AND male on male penetration tactics? Because that's totally what we learn in sex-ed: sexual positions. or is it? I can't really remember... in fact I can't really remember learning anything during sex-ed... it's all a bit hazy... what was that "age appropriate" information about seuxal relationship in marriages we learned?

5. Failure to pass Proposition 8 will hurt churches.
The court’s decision will inevitably lead to conflicts with religious liberty and free speech rights. Society will become more and more hostile to traditional beliefs about marriage and family.

Screw the gays and their rights... the churches must protect their religious liberty and rights of free speech! If Prop 8 is denied, everyone will be hatin' on the heterosexual couples. And soon, the majority would become the minority. Because inside everyone is a shy little gay kid waiting to burst free.


SO VOTE YES ON PROP 8

PROTECT MARRIAGE

AND NEW HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE TRAILER.
THE BEST.

your mom

Yesterday, I was blessed with more words of wisdom from my mother.

It starts with a bad night of sleep for Rachel Cho. I don't remember much but I remember waking up sometime in the middle of the night feeling rather constricted and strangled and whipping off my shirt half-consciously. Honestly, this isn't the first time I've stripped while sleeping, though I do it more in the summer. But usually, I wake up again in about a few hours shivering like a naked snail and put on some clothes again. Please, girlfrain, I am not a ho.

This time, however, I woke up to my mom standing over me with the most puzzled look on her face. She said something in Korean that is not directly translatable but goes something along the lines of "What The Fuck." And then, she sat me down and nuked me early morning with the sex talk.

But let me assure you that sex talks from a to-the-core, pure-at-heart, die-hard Catholic Asian mom aren't your typical birds and bees. Mine was scientific and well proven and completely logical.

Here's the play by play

"I understand that this is the time in your life when you want to try something new and get closer to boys. You probably look at your friends with their boyfriends and wish that you have what they have."

First of all... wow? Not only is that just the most ironic statement I have ever heard but after thinking about it more, I am actually quite hurt by this. Is she not assuming that while my friends are capable of finding love, I fail to get any? Am I that lacking that she automatically assumes that I've never got some?

"You know the difference between dogs and humans? If dogs want to do it, they'll just go out on the street and find a dog to bang. You don't see it here because the dogs are domesticated but I saw it all the time in Korea. They can't control their desires but humans can. We don't just go on the streets and find people to bang."

What are prostitutes for?

"The first time you have sex, it might not seem like a big deal. But your body actually registers the DNA of the first person you have sex with. So if you two break up and you meet someone else, your body will reject his DNA and you won't be able to have babies with him."

And here, I stared into her passionate eyes and nodded. Because you have to admit, this logic completely explains the phenomenon of overpopulation.

I mean really, it is total genius. It could potentially eliminate the bank of pills or condoms you're exposed to in a lifetime. Who needs protection? All you need to do is shack up with some jerk of a boyfriend (or a stranger on the streets!) once and escape pregnancy-- there! you're all set for the rest of your life! You can do whatever and whomever you like because your body's just going to reject that man's poor sperm.

Yes, people, my mother just found a foolproof method of birth control.

"The main point is, just say no."

Oh and the memories of the good old days come flooding in:
-'rachel, have sex with me.'
-'no!'

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Ah, no, my story is not over.

I also found that my mother could be a source of my sleeping disorder. It is not merely my inability to manage my time or my total lack of self control.

Over breakfast, (I think it was the same day too! Wow, double whammy!) my mother berated my grogginess (perhaps because she woke up up early morning with a sex talk?).

"When did you sleep?"
"1 30?"
"You slept a whole 7 hours! You only need 6, 4 or 5 even!"

Well okay, it seemed a little ridiculous but understandable. I mean, we are high school students in middle of college applications and SATs...

But then that night, she asked me when I was planning on waking up today.
"9?"
"Then go to sleep at 3 AM. No, wait, since SAT IIs are coming up, sleep at 4."

And then the good ol' memories came flooding back to me, including the time when my mother actually forced me to stay awake until 12 o'clock... when I was 10 years old. I mean, letting a kid stay up late to do something is another story. How can a mother force her child to not sleep? When, or so I thought, most parents complain about the inconsistent and unsatisfying sleep cycles of their teenage children, my mother actually wants me to stay up later than I want to?

Therefore, I concluded that I am nocturnal because I was raised that way and I live in a house of utter madness.

meanwhile... HOMECOMING! WHOOOHOOO

a touch of emo

Such foolish, amateurish belief like karma does not pertain to me because I will eternally be damned with no such hope of redemption. And this perpetual cycle of failure won't stray from my wary sides. At the midpoint, this week has already proven itself to be possibly the biggest tumor my ego, already in shards, of course, has ever encountered.

The tale begins with my mother's epic rage one Tuesday night as I was working on the Barrons SAT writing book. Apparently (though I still have no idea what happened) I fell asleep and committed this infallible taboo in the Cho household. I'm used to the lectures I get when I wake up groggily from naps and such. But perhaps I had unknowingly bent, poked, and pulled the final straw of my mother's patience. I have never heard a voice so deafening from a five foot tall Asian woman, and never have I witnessed such small hands banging at the door with such a force that I could almost hear the door breaking. But oh, the content of her rampant fit might just be the best part. It will forever fascinate me how a simple lecture on taking too many naps strays into a tirade of what a failure I am. Really! That woman's ability to talk is, I have to admit, madly impressive.

My day continued. I wake up to my head being repeated bashed by my beloved Taka and hysterical cries of how I will never learn (learn what, I will never know.) And as all conflicts in this house, my mother comes home with some honey rice cakes and shares her infinite wisdom. And this time, it is sorrowful. "The world is fair. You will get what you put in and lose what you don't deserve."

So now, in all my naked despair, I glorify the emblem of bitter mortification, a simple 2 page essay. It was not just an English assignment. It was sanguine and ingenuous until it met Satan. And then it was too late and it fell feebly into a pile of nothingness, never to be seen, never to be admired, never to make its mark and prove that it ever existed. It is lost. So woe my antics. My foolishness, my thoughtlessness, my immense stroke of bad luck.

...


And on a side note, I'd like to share some of my ingenious riddles:

I, the sapling, shall forever lie with the carnivores of spring.
The branches of the father tree bend slyly where their dwelling be.

I dare you to try figuring them out. I hope that is a provocation enough.

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And I hereby forever rest my crown on blockles.

tensai

What an exhausting week. I think I averaged roughly 3 hours of sleep every night this week, if not less. But in my defense, I really don't understand how anybody can sleep for 7 hours on a school night

In other news, blockles has taken over my life. It is all I do. And I play shamelessly. At home with my dad or mom in the desk right next to mine, at work, at a friend's house... but it's become an addiction. I get withdrawal symptoms after about three hours of blockle-free time.

My dad's home which means good food! Today, we went out for sushi (FINALLY!) at a quaint place called Satsuma Sushi in Mountain View. I had this orgasmic roll with cream cheese, salmon, eel, avocado deep fried in tempura and seasoned with a special teriyaki house sauce. And we had a 70 dollar platter of pure sashimi and nigiri. Multiple orgasm.

Of course, that's not the only reason why I am so excited to have my dad home...

Really!

meanwhile, this college application process is still a pain in the ass. And no, not in a Sex & Mutilation way or feminine rhyme way (AP lit related inside jokes) but in a "this is going to be the death of me" way. I was really offended when my sister told me that she knew I'd fuck myself over with college apps because of my great time management skills but I have to admit, sadly, that she is frighteningly right.

But even though college and etc is a bitch, I wouldn't give up my senior year so far for anything.

a booger just flew out of my nose.

there, I end my post on that strange note.

brain sex

I recently took a fascinating gender test to determine what the sex of my brain really is. I was mildly surprised [or not] to learn that I am apparently genderless. Whether this is a good or bad thing is questionable but I am quite relieved that I didn't get categorized as a man.

These days, my diet has been consisted of mostly watermelons. And not to be biased or anything but I truly believe that Korean watermelons are ichiban (not like I've had any other kind of watermelon besides American or Korean). I don't really fancy the seeds but it's totally worth it in the end.

I'm very stressed and very lax at the same time. It's not the best situation, really. Just thinking about the SATs or college apps makes me sick and consequently, I don't think about them at all and since I don't think about it, I get even more frazzled. And I quote Epik High's "One," - time is ticking, t-time is ticking away. fuck!

anyways, what a pointless post. I had so many things to rant about as I opened anorexic turtle but after I got my first point down, my mind came to a blank. short term memory FTW.

senior year thus far

IS A PARTY



Not for long, of course. Soon, I'll actually have to get cracking on SATs and those goddamn college apps and go through that infamous first semester senior yeardom.

but as of now, I am enjoying every carefree minute of it.

Meanwhile, my mother and I have been making plans to go to Korea over Christmas break. I blanched at the thought of Korea for a while now, after it ruined my life the summer before my sophomore year, but I've never been in Korea when it was snowy and beautiful so I am indescribably excited.

I've also found that my family's slight economic situation has driven me to be almost unhealthily conscious of where my money goes. I know it's natural to do so, especially since most seniors are graced with five classes and it is too easy to grab a lunch at Burger King or Frutti Gelato after school. So not only am I gaining weight profusely but I am also spending like noneother. Anyways, I've found this inevitable stinginess to be a bit troublesome since it's also a burden to my friends when deciding what and where to eat; it's tough eating out on a budget. Hence, we've been stuck with oily fries and onion rings from Burger King as a regular lunch menu. And there lies that inexplicable catch-22. but not really.

It also makes me so sad to think of how my musical tastes have changed over the years. It's also very shocking because I tend to stick obstinately to my likes and dislikes but I've started being more lenient on the different kinds of music I listen to. For instance, four years ago, I NEVER would have downloaded a song like "Baby, one more time" by a Korean GIRL band. Mind blowing.

Anyhow, after saving the world from further destruction by choosing to walk and bike over slack off in an air conditioned car, I feel utterly repulsive inside and out. This is where I leave you.

On a side note,
two words: Sarah Palin?!

-Peace!

you are my creator but I am your master; obey

I am still ridiculously behind on summer homework but for some reason, that does not prod at my apparently dormant nervous conscience. So therefore, we move on...

As this is my last weekend before my senior year in high school, I'd like to dedicate this entry to a very forgettable summer.

Of course, I am thoroughly disappointed with my summer because of my inability to meet any of the goals I set up in the beginning of break. I underestimated the workload in both my De Anza classes and was not able to manage my time efficiently to balance classes, college apps, SATs, summer homework, and of course, friends. Hence, running on an hour or two of sleep every day and allowing De Anza to dominate every minute of my limited time, I inevitably fell into a bitter pit of depression, isolation, and incurable insomnia. I realized that my determination to work towards a healthy body and mind were merely idealistic dreams. I should have known they would fail earlier since I am not a go-getter. I am a lazy slacker and it takes more than just a exercise-holic sister to get me up in the morning to run 2-3 miles.

So generally, this summer has been something short of disaster. Besides the kickass 08 ECYS retreat and the few brief meetings with TFC & others, let us toast to this miserable summer vacation and hope it never crosses paths in our fading memories again.

On the side note, I've been thinking a lot about race and our neighborhood and though I am, as jacq has mentioned, a lazy slacker and do not feel up to typing it all out, there are some things I found just too dismal to pass up. For example, I yearn so much to get out of this hellhole asap but I realized that once I do, I probably will not be able to handle the different environment. The bubble we live in grows smaller and smaller as the area we grow up in becomes more and more pressured. Also, the fact that I have a ridiculously overbearing Korean mother does not make my unfortunate case any better. Story of my life.

But besides those qualms and doubts, I am mostly excited for my future. I daydream about my independence constantly, I make more optimistic plans and goals, and I always imagine myself 10 years from now to see what and how I'm doing. And although an unmentioned classmate has berated and questioned me about my inability to decide on a specific career or major choice, I feel no shame to admit so. I feel that going to college with a narrow minded focus in one subject intrudes on the actual significance of college.

On another side note, I am currently addicted to the Olympics. I forced myself to do gov homework after getting home from the library but by the time it's around 9, my eyes are glued to the TV. I don't remember ever being so deeply involved in the Olympics. Watching the little midget armies spin around on bars or anorexic Chinese girls dive into the pool with barely a plop in the water has never been so fascinating!

And on yet another side note, I finally understood how Jacqueline ended up with back problems after junior year. And I bow down to her courageous soul. After only three days in the library, even with numerous ADD induced breaks in between, I have been plagued with a straining pain in my upper-left back. On Wednesday, I could barely even breathe without feeling the pain shoot up again. So today, I had my first trip to the chiropractor who actually made the last minute visit quite pleasant. I received some sort of electric something and acupuncture- not too rough- and a really soothing massage. And then, my chiro came in again and cracked my joints, as if cracking a glowstick. I really couldn't help but to let out a gasping "Holy shit" when he did this because just hearing the joints crack was mindblowing.

Anyways, I must start waking up earlier because at this rate, I have no idea how I will even be half conscious at 7: 30 AM when school starts.

-IN the news, Obama finally picked his veep, Senator Joseph Biden from Delaware! :D I know Jacqueline is a McCain follower but I've got great feelings about this. I am, after all, the "raging liberal teenager" -_____-

PEACE OUT!