I feel like I’m constantly straddling teo worlds. Too white to be Asian, too Asian to be white. It’s like I’m tricking everyone on both sides, trying to convince them that I belong, when truthfully, I’m not even sure exactly where I fit.
You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.
My specialty is sleeping and my hobby is also sleeping.
Tolerance is just a fancy word for ignoring a fascist ideology. Acceptance is the only way.
They say if you fall, someone who loves you will lend a hand for you, I have 8 pairs of hands always ready to hold me back up when I stumble.
A true hero protects his identiy, not out of fear, but out of humility.
I think that rather being overly-friendly at first, having a cold first impression and slowly making them realize that I’m not that cold is better.
I think I’ve become more understanding of people around me compared to before. I try to understand other people’s tendencies and relationships. I’ve been able to laugh off a lot of things between myself and others, but it’s still difficult trying to look at things from their perspectives.
I think my most beautiful smile or laugh emerges when I’m happy.
I used to drink from my little sister’s bottle when she was a baby.
Also, I would cry at the words ‘I miss you’ after I left my family.
Through it all, there was K-pop. It made me feel understood, like there was a place in the world where I belonged, where people would see me for me.
To family and to being utterly screwed. “I can’t wait.
The more people stare at you, the more you must be worth staring at.
We are courageous. We are powerful. When we feel like we cannot do this any longer, we remember that we already have, and we will again.
You can’t be a K-pop star and fall in love. Having a boyfriend isn’t just difficult; it’s dangerous.
Don’t apologize for how you feel.
All they saw was my face; the shape of my eyes and my nose; my thick, straight black hair – and it made me interchangeable with girls like Eugenia, even though we looked nothing alike. When my mum finally picked me up at school, I couldn’t stop crying.
Um, Akari, that’s just his character. You know he’s probably not a kidnapping memory hacker in real life.
Ha.” Mina snorts. “Tell me about it. If people found out about this, they’d probably call us reckless and give him a free car and make him the new face of Canadian tourism.” She pauses, like she can’t believe she just said that many words to me in a row without also insulting.