
Well, this isn't a fiction. I am literally writing a diary online. This is pretty stupid, but I think this is the only way to write entries more than one. My other diaries are either lost or hidden in my room and I don't bother to search for it. Excuse me for lack of grammar
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,549 - Updated: 01-21-13 - Published: 01-20-13 - id: 3093866
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Okay, I have to admit, that there are probably gazillion talks that people should be tall. Even in the Korean TV show called, "Gag Concert," has this really handsome guy who has everything except the "ideal" height, and this guy only focuses on his height inferiority.
I am an 18-year-old girl with 4 ft 11-and-3-quarter inches, and I have been taught and perceived my height as embarrassment. Despite the heavy Dutch populations (if you don't know, Dutch males are tall as skyscrapers and females are short like dwarfs), I am always surrounded by 5 ft 11 inches girls and 7ft guys, and I have to look up all the time. Although I don't really care how short I am compare to others, my friends tease me and tell me I should grow up. Sometimes they even try to cheer me up by saying "aww you were taller than me when you were in middle school." When they do so, as their wishes, I pretend to complain about my height. I mean what the heck? Why would people think I hate my height at the first place? Well, I don't people; I embrace it. I think shortness is another term for sexiness. I have a grandmother who used to be a doppelganger of me.
Although she is full of joy and happiness, my dad said she was the fierce lady who would not touch her for bad reasons. She had to be, for the survival during the Korean War, and I am sure she had be brave to protect her and her family. My grandpa, according to grandma, was the most handsomest soldier. And even though he was much taller and physically attractive, he was in love with my short, not-so-skinny grandma. It was my grandpa, who waited and proposed all day just to have a date with her. Isn't that romantic. And I improvise: how would those rich girls with fancy make ups thought when their idol eagerly wait for a woman with less than a modest looks (I am not insulting my grandma or anything. I'm being honest)? Hehehehe, I am proud of my grandpa. He probably found her sexiness from the height.
Anyways, my point is, height isn't everything. I can be whoever I am. In fact, I consider myself cute (my friends call me cute too so this is a valid fact!). I don't have to be 6 ft tall to attract guys, though I am looking for one. Well, there is a boy I'm interested in, but I never confessed to him, because I am too shy. Plus I never dated anybody before. I don't know how to talk decent while blushing and spit out words like a frantic zombies from horror movies. Yeah. I should probably stop here before digress to totally unrelated subject.
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