It was the morning of my twenty third birthday and I get a call from my Dad.
Dad: HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY! Me: Dad, I’m 23 today. Dad: 23? You know, If you don’t get married in the next two years you are going to die alone. Me: Um, Thanks dad I have to go.
Mom told me the good news that you have good responses from the interviews. Congratulations!! We know you can do that.
However, there is one thing that we worry about you. You never dress-up and never spend time in “make-up” like many of your friends or your sister. However, the first impression in the interview is going to be very important. We just send you money via paypal to your Washington Mutual account. Half of it is for you to buy some good dresses and shoes for your interview. The other half is for your moving in the coming weeks. You are welcome to spend a small amount in dining which is one of your favorites. However, keep it small!!! Haaha!
Love,
Dad
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I replied, assuring them that I am perfectly presentable at interviews, with a full suit and matching jewelry. This was his response:
Send us a good picture of that. We would love to see it.
My eight-year-old cousin was playing Pokemon recently, and he was trying to figure out which Pokemon he should pitch against a gym leader that specialized in Bug Pokemon.
I suggested to him that he could use Fire and Flying Pokemon. He didn’t believe me and went to ask my dad.
Thoughts on open discussions with your Asian rents on sex, the vulnerabilities of the web/social media, the thin borderline between racial humor (i.e. cultural inside jokes) and true racism?
Me: What’s wrong with me driving? Dad: You drive, car accident, kill people, sue our house and take money, you injure cannot go back to school, take away your scholarship, now family have no money to pay for Berkeley, you get kick out of Columbia, we have no home – all because you want drive. Me: Okay.