Tiger Mom (Amy Chua): Worse Parenting Style Ever

My family and I were enjoying a nice family lunch in the house. We hardly ever see each other, so we cherish every minute of it. My mom decided to start off with an interesting topic that one of her customers asked her. She ask if I have heard about the Battle Hymns of the Tiger Mother, I nodded my head and laughed really loud. I reassure my mom that despite how chaotic and unethical my family is towards me, they were by far better parents than tiger mother, no offense to Amy Chua.

For those of you who have never heard of this book, I will give you the basic synopsis here. Amy Chua, a Harvard law alumni is a law professor at Yale University. She have successfully wrote other books about the economy and other intellectual stuff that I probably wouldn't understand. One of her books The Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother became an instant hit, but it had a lot of critics chasing after her. The book is about parenthood, strict discipline to the max. She has these set of rules that her two lovely daughters must obey or else serious consequences will happen to them.
Here are the deadly rules from wikipedia:
1)You may not attend sleepovers
2)You may not have play dates
3)You may not be in school play
4)You may not complain about not being in the school play
5)You may not watch tv or play computer games
6)You may not choose your own extracurricular activity
7)You may not get anything less than an A
8) You must always be the number 1 student in all your subjects except for gym and drama
9)You can only play the violin or the piano, and nothing else
10) You were not allow to not play the piano or violin
Basically, the children are force to succeed academically and to succeed in things that will make them appear like a woman of high status ( ex: piano and violin). The level of success these children must obtain is not of good, great, or decent. It must be perfect or else they don't get birthday presents, toys, celebrate holidays, hannukha presents, lunch, dinner,etc. They were not allow to have a social life because it could be a distraction from perfection. These poor girls were constantly being told that they were garbage, useless, and nothing. Well I have to admit as much as people say that it's borderline abuse, one of her daughters received acceptance to both Harvard and Yale. Despite her successful outcome, I still have to say the tiger mom method is the worse method ever.It's pathetic that the only way for Amy Chua's daughters to succeed was to constantly have their tiger mom write to do lists, commanding, forcing, and ruling in their lives. Plus the fact that Amy and her husband are both Ivy leaguers, definitely have a big weight on how their daughter got into a top school. On top of that, Tiger mom married a caucasian man giving their daughter the best physical features. Status is earned, not given, and from reading the book it seems like tiger mom gave her daughters their academic success, they didn't earn squat. I find that the author does a bad job teaching her child about society, human experience, relationships, people skills, and all the necessarily component for a child to grow and develop. I have friends who have parents that abide by the tiger mom method and the outcome is horrendous. Once their child steps foot in college and experience the first breath of freedom without understanding that freedom requires great responsibility, their perfect little status will be crushed in no time. A lot of my friends end up failing classes, kicked out of college, or doing something weird and outrageous with their lives. And these were once straight A's, top of the class students in high school with tiger moms behind their backs 24/7. Tiger mom, wait till your daughter experience their first set backs, their first relationship break up, their first mistakes, and their first everything that they never experience in high school. Usually the first cut is the deepest, and it would really suck to experience that while juggling Harvard courses and everything.

Christmas break

Well I'm back in Boston, only for a day or two. Sigh, I really miss home? NOT!!!!!!
My Christmas break sucks balls, yea fish balls from hot pot too. First of all I had to sleep in a damn closet that was as cold as winter in Boston. My parents would always blast up those annoying Chinese movies about people getting raped. I couldn't sleep on the bed because I would constantly be awaken to some Chinese woman being fucked in the ass so sleeping in the closet was the only choice. I was also sick for the whole break, which fucked up my plans of hanging out with my friends. That wasn't even the worse part, I had to endure getting rape by an astray. Yea that's right an astray. My uncle and my dad are huge cigarette smokers, so they would smoke everywhere and anywhere, so I constantly smell like I got fucked by an astray. I don't mind being fucked by an astray, but being surrounded by old people the whole break and taking care of them really equals to suicide. If you know my family very well, you will know that we are known for our tradition kareoke parties, shopping parties, and dinner parties. My mom is also known for getting tired easily and leave at the middle of a shopping party, thus, leaving me with a bunch of 40 year old women. Well, I guess I don't mind it that much because I'm a people person so i get along with everyone. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to do my own shopping, and it sucks too because the day after Christmas is the day to shop, I mean all these sale are to die for. So I find myslef, helping old ladies and young people pick out clothes while getting suicidal inside for all these sales. Then comes the Kareoke party where my ear drums almost popped out. Well it wasn't that bad, since I got to eat some great expensive food, but staying up till 4 AM listening to high pitch tradition chinese kareoke music was a headache. Also getting force to sing when you don't know any Chinese songs was quite embarrassing. My friend and I tried to pretend that we know the lyrics, but that end up with great humiliation with people jeering that we lost our Chinese roots. At the end up the day, my friends Laura and Erika came to visit, sigh felt bad that I wasn't able to go to the movies with them. I felt so dead inside, I really wanted to see Sherlock Holmes and Avatar, but I wasn't able to because we had guest over:(. At the end of the day, I said to myself "hey it's Christmas break, and I was with family and everybody was happy, that's all that matters." Then what really confuse me was that my dad said "here is two thousand dollars for your time." I was shocked, very shocked. I mean, socializing with people is what I do because everybody is family. It's not a job, it's the principle. How dare he do that, does he not think I am part of the family. I just couldn't breath when he handed me a hand filled with cash. I refused it, because it really fucked up my pride, but I end up accepting it because it was forced upon me. Then someone had the audacity to wave their hand and say "hey thanks for your services." I was like omg I am not part of this family, I am only a worker. I wanted to cry so bad. So is this what all my family members and friends look at me as, a worker who is there to service people. I felt like Cinderella, so out of place, and so insulted by her family. Then the worse part was my fiance called to tell me that he wouldn't be able to pick me up from the airport because his car was in the shop. At that point, I was about to give up on everyone in my life. I wanted to just end everything and be on my own despite the fact that Brandon (fiance) had a legitimate reason. While my dad was driving me to the airport, I just kept thinking, what if I just jump out of the car and into the streets, and just die. Then everyone will see that I am part of the family and should be treated better. At that time, I even envy Cinderella, I mean atleast she have Prince Charming. That wasn't the worse part, on the Jet Blue flight, I had to sit next to a very large person, but on the bright side, he was very nice to me. I landed in Boston Logan Airport, waiting for my luggage and wanted to cry really bad, until I received a phone call.

Brandon: Hey are you still mad at me?
me: yes of course I am
Brandon: well you should turn around
"I turned around and turned back"
me: what are talking about I don't see anything
Brandon: I see you wearing your Harvard t-shirt so turn around again

I turned around one last time, and saw my Prince Charming. He was all dressed up looking like RnB singer Neyo

Almost like Neyo, but my fiance looks billion times hotter. He walked smoothly towards me and swoop me up off my feet, and kissed me so passionately that I forgot that I was in Boston Logan airport and had a shitty Christmas break. He took me home, and we made love like never before. In the morning, after the night that I will never forget, I stared at my two thousand dollars and can't help but smile. During my Christmas break, I was courteous, entertaining, and loving to everyone. If my parents and some family friends only see me as just a slave then that's them, maybe they don't understand the meaning of being polite and loving to guest. Then again, there are family friends out there that are so loving and dear to me, that I was happy to see them again, so I can't really say the rest of my break sucks fish balls. As for two thousand dollars, hell yea I'm going shopping.
The cool part is my baby took me to see Avatar
The movie was directed by the same person who directed Titanic. I cried after watching Titanic, but excited after watching Avatar. It sucks that the tickets for IMAX were sold out, but the 3D version still kicked ass, it's like an enchanted forest jumping out of the screen. This is a must see movie, I loved it, it's like action, romance, geeky-nerdy stuff all clumped together.

Afterwards baby took me on a road trip from Boston all the way to New orleans. We traveled through Tennessee, Alabama, Mississippi, New York, New Jersey, Georgia, Virginia, and etc.

I saw Brandon's bff pee in Alabama:
Normally, I don't go on these road trip where we hop from state to state, I rather hop between cities. I found out that guys are kinda telepathic. Brandon and this stranger formed some interesting relationship. The relationship is where the stranger in his black van will speed in front and Brandon will follow him. Then later on, Brandon will speed in front of him, and they will alternate back and forth. At first i thought it was some kind of telepathic gay thing, but found out it was a strategy type thing where the guy in front will take the hit when cops come by. Since these two have been at it for hours, we decided to designate the guy in the black van as Brandon's bff. Then all of a sudden these two decided to telepathic all the way over to the same gas station, luckily just in time because I really had to pee. I rushed inside the store and quickly walked towards the bathroom. I noticed a sign taped on the bathroom door, "men and women," I shrugged and pushed the door open. I noticed that there were two stalls, so I thought to myself, maybe in Alabama, man and woman share the same bathroom, it could just be an "Alabama thing." So without locking the door, I did my business, and wash my hands. Then Brandon's bff opened the door, and he saw me. He was like "ummm" and I said "it say man and woman, so that means we can share the same bathroom." He shrugged and unzip his pants and pee with the FREAKEN DOOR OPEN. I was like, holy shiet, this is not the Alabama experience, I ran out of the bathroom, all flustered and embarrassed. Then Brandon's bff came out, got in his car, and just drove away without waiting for us. OMG, I feel so bad, I scared away my fiance's bff, but nevertheless, the trip to New Orleans was a blast.

The Victora Secret Experience in New Orlean
Yay, Brandon took me to the mall in New Orleans. We played with puppies, ate fried chicken, look at expensive clothes, and best of all Victoria Secret ;). We went in the store, and I was hoping that Brandon would feel uncomfortable like all innocent guys in a scandalous lingerie store filled with women, but not my boo, he went in with confident and a grin. He picked out the bras and lingeries for me and we both waited for an available fitting room. Since there weren't any Victoria Secret employees around the fitting room area, I decided to shove Brandon in the fitting roon with me. I mean why not, the man is buying them, might as well see if he likes the way they fit on me. After our little private party in the fitting room, we were ready to get out and buy our stuff. Then we heard a lot of people outside of the room. It sounded like an ambush of women waiting in line and employees flustering everywhere. "holy shiet" this was like one of those situation you would find in comedy movies, but hope it doesn't happen to you. The worse part was that one of the employees kept knocking on my door asking if anyone was in there, of course I have to answer without giggling. So, Brandon and I decided to just suck it up and walk out of the fitting room, and hope that we don't get arrested. I was looking at the floor the whole time, wishing that I was invisible. After that awful few second of "never going to let that happen to me" type of moment, I stood there listless, and burst out with sighs and giggle while brandon stood there smiling and said "the woman in front was smiling at us" ;)


Yay Brandon took me to see Sherlock Holmes :0)

I remember my girlfriends Laura and Erika told me that there were some hot actors in Sherlock Holmes. This got me really excited when I sat down in the theater with Brandon, Jabar, and Sean. Well to my disappointed the guys in Sherlock Holmes are not hot, but they are down right hilarious. Then again maybe its the fact that Holmes was a doctor, detective, and one hell of a fighter that makes him hot.

Or maybe cuz of:

I don't know, but you girls sure confuse the shiet out of me hahhaha.

Well folks I wish you all a happy New Years :)