ENTRY 3

Saturday, 3.25AM, Grand Hyatt Seoul

First of all, I apologize for not writing the past few weeks. I’ve been terribly busy, only God knows how busy I’ve been. I do read all of your comments and again I would like to apologize for not being able to get to it. Nonetheless, I appreciate every each and one of you for taking the time to read this pointless entries and even leaving comments. I will find time to get through all of it. I promise.

So my girlfriend and I will be spending our weekend at a hotel since her so called ex-girlfriend showed up out of nowhere in our apartment last night. Long story short, she’s there in the apartment right now and we on the other hand, checked in to a hotel. Thankfully, it’s a nice hotel so maybe this is what we actually needed after weeks of being busy with work. Well, Sooyoung is sleeping right now, and I am still up. I don’t know why I just couldn’t get myself to sleep. Anyway, the purpose of this entry is not to talk about Sooyoung’s stupid ex, but actually I would like to talk about parents, particularly my parents.  

I won’t say that I have been brought up by strict parents. My parents are nowhere near strict. But I’ve certainly been brought up with certain set of rules where my sister and I were required to attend boarding school, to acquire a degree so that we could work in the family business, and then up to a certain age we have to get married. By that certain age I mean roughly between 27-29 years. Bear in mind, I’m nearly at the end of that age grouping.

My mother put me into one of the best boarding school in the US in New Hampshire. I could say proudly that I survived boarding school with flying colors. Although I hated it, but there was nothing I could do. When I was young, I was barely home and I didn’t spend time with my parents or even with my sister. I was being force