Zen and the art of blogging

This song has been in my head for 2 days now. I guess because I've been in sort of a reflective mood on my so-called-life. This isn't a bad thing though, in fact, it's been a eye opener in some ways of just how grateful I am to be where I'm at and how I got this far.

This song means a lot to me. I love the lyrics because it describes how I felt all through my middle and high school yrs. Being an Asian American, it's well known that Asian parents want the best grades possible at almost any cost. It's sadly one of the few true stereo types about Asians. At least it was true for me, my brother and my sister. A 'B' grade was considered barley acceptable to my parents. We also had the added burden of having a mom who was a teacher and a dad who was an architect. I couldn't ask my mom things like how to spell a word (she'd just grab the dictionary and shove it to me) or say things like "Me n Bob are going to the movies"...only to hear "That's Bob and I dear". My dad would want to see all my math homework both before I did it and after it was finished. They wouldn't allow us to go do anything with friends until they were satisfied with our homework. So, yeah, between the 2, I didn't have much of a social life (though I do play a mean game of solitaire!)

I posted this video cuz....urr..sorry...because... I hope it helps someone who may be going through...or went through..what I did growing up. Parents are so frustrating sometimes....but they DO love you and only want the best for you. Really. I now understand this more than ever, but I vow never to be as demanding as them when I have children!