Sept 10, 2012
Why is there so much competition in our country?
When you’re in middle school, you’re studying to get select spots in the best high schools.
When you’re in high school, you’re studying to get select spots in the best colleges.
I overheard a girl tell another that she should just give up because there was no way she was getting into any decent school,
and she was just wasting everyone’s time.Nowadays, even preschoolers and elementary kids are facing these types of problems.
We study to get into good middle schools, high schools, colleges, all just to get a decent paying
job. Then we start a family and enforce the same screwed up values onto our children. Yeah, it’s
no wonder why students are choosing to jump off of buildings. Other countries envy us but sometimes I’m not sure what they envy.

– OhMija

Sept 12, 2012
I’ve been taught growing up that there’s a private you and the you meant for society.
The you meant for society is supposed to live by the status quo, to go on through life
living quietly. What about the private you? What am I supposed to do with the other
half of me? If we keep our private selves hidden away from the public because we're scared of being rejected, how can we expect change?
I’m done hiding the second half of me, it’snot killing anyone and if anyone can’t handle it so be it. I’ve given up on trying to conform
to this world’s standards. I’m about as sorry as I’m not sorry, if that makes any sense.
Goodbye, dear followers.

–OhMija

Minseok blinks in confusion as he stares down at his laptop screen. The second post was marked posted today at 5:43am and sounded as if OhMija, the mysterious popular blogger he followed, was quitting the cyber world. His last three words sounded less like a goodbye for now, and much more like a goodbye forever.

“Minseok-ah,” his mother calls breaking him from the door, hand lightly knocking. When he doesn’t respond right away she raises her voice, hand pounding harder. “Yah Kim Minseok, if you don’t leave right this second you’re going to be late to school.” Minseok sighs, pushing the laptop’s cover and grabs his cellphone.

His mother stands beside his door, a plate of toast in her hand and a frown on her face as he looks at her son. “Thanks, mom,” he mutters, grabbing the toast.

“Wake up early tomorrow, Minseok, so we can all have breakfast together. Okay?”

 “Okay mom,” he complies, taking a bite out of his toast, as he adjusts his school bag. “I’m off,” he announces over his shoulder, setting out of the apartment.

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While he waits at the bus stop, he stares down at the phone in his hand, rereading OhMija’s last post. He liked the blog because it was shrouded in mystery. In a world where internet anonymity was slowly fading away, OhMija was completely unknown. No one knew if the internet personality was a guy or girl, a teenager or adult. After his own extensive search and stumbling across theory blogs, he’d learned that the English letters, had a very Korean meaning. The Mija part was assumingly an abbreviation for the Korean word minor, while the Oh part was assumed to be the blogger’s surname.

That didn’t exactly solve the mystery. Although Oh was less common than Park and Choi as a surname it was still used by more than thousands, and even if they referred to themselves as a minor, it didn’t exactly mean that they were minors. The one thing he did know was that OhMija talked about stuff that mattered. Rather it is the most relevant girl groups, or how Korea’s rule on songs that didn’t seem overtly explicit made the songs more intriguing to minors. The bl