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A Christmas Eve Message...

1:34 AM

Sometimes I just like to sit in the dark and think about a lot of things. I feel like my fingers can't catch up to the pace that my brain is going so I take the time to sort things out. 

Tomorrow I'm leaving on my family's annual road trip with a bunch of homework and new comeback music but I don't feel happy. I don't feel like this is the holiday seasons. It feels like any other school day where I sleep late and wake up early just to repeat the cycle all over again. I'm tired and I'm tired of trying to please my mother who will never get enough of how hard I'm trying. I'm tired of trying my hardest but to only face someone to is not satisfied with the results. I have a 4.00 GPA... Something that many people are dreaming of. I've won over twenty art competitions. I have a 3K fan base. I have a 2120 as my SAT score. Two college professors are writing my recommendation letters.

I am not happy because someone I care about is not satisfied with the things that I have. She's greedy and wants me to try harder. But what if. Just what if. I wanted a life. I want time to hang out with my friends. I want a holiday where I'm not studying for my four finals for AP class. I want a boyfriend. I want to travel by myself somewhere. I want to learn how to drive. I want to  openly watch TV without looking over my shoulder every time I hear footsteps. But I can't have any of those things because "my job is a student". I don't have a group of friends. I don't have social skills. I don't have life experiences. I don't have a normal sleeping schedule. I don't have a lot of things. But in one year, I will have all of that. I will get what I want and no one will be able to tell me what to do. You will not dictate my life. You will not determine the amount of "try" that I put into my life. I will find my happiness. I will determine what makes me happy. Here is my holiday message, what's yours?? Until next time, stay cool ma beans. 

2013

Reaction Tuesday: Gone by Jin

9:00 AM

Old song, but again, I just got back into the KPop industry, so cut me some slack for not being on top of my music game. Anyways, I thought that we can discuss about how much the music video does not make sense. EXO is my baby right now along with one of the debuting actress, Kim You Jung.

They make a perfect couple with their cuteness murdering me slowly. But seriously, Kim You Jung BLIND?! AND XIUMIN with a heart disease? UHHHHHHHHHH.... I'm one of those people that does not watch sad Korean dramas where they both end up dying, so I'm definitely not okay with this music video.
He was so sweet and he was like feeding her candy and stuff. First problem then occurs, his "body guards" takes him away from the piano house and he drops his pills, but then he does not get another bottle, and the girl keeps the bottle of pills. Like okay, I get it, the pull bottle is sentimental but don't you think that he kinda needs it? Also, if he is so rich that he goes to private lessons with this fancy piano teacher, then why can't he afford more pills? GOD PEOPLE I DON'T LIKE SEEING THEM DYING...
Then afterwards he comes back at night while the girl stayed in the same room for days. Please You Jung go take a shower... You want to smell nice when Xiumin comes back for you. When he finally comes back and play for the last time, he faints/dies... I like to belief that he fainted... Finally in the end, the piano teacher feels remorse and finishes the piano song, and the girl smiles... That's literally the end... All my feels were messed up afterwards. Don't yell at me, but I did attend the MBC music core once more last Friday, but here is the thing... None of the songs really wowed me, even the debuting groups, so give me some time for those songs to sink in. So until next time, stay cool ma beans. 

back off

My First Haters

8:36 PM

Every YouTuber said to reject hate, but this involves shutting down my blog, so I am not okay with it. I would like to address the people in class about what they said. I think someone in my class have found this blog and they found it "offensive." I overheard the conversation, it sounded something like this, "Don't follow the blog! I remember some middle schooler did this and their website got shut down, and the people who followed it also got into trouble." Let's first define gossip shall we, it is "casual or unconstrained conversation or reports about other people, typically involving details that are not confirmed as being true." Everything that I post on my blog about someone is first not using their actual names, the letters that are representing them are not even the same letters as their actual names. NO ONE IS NAMED X FOR CHRIST SAKE. Second my stories are only things that I've heard with my own ears or I've seen ti happen. That's why these stories don't include a bunch of details. I need you all to realize that whoever you think I'm writing about, even if you think it's you, you are probably guessing wrong because you have no idea who my friends are. I'm not popular, so this blog is actually not for the people in the school to even worry about because you all have no idea who I am talking about. Plus, those middle schoolers got their blog idea from Gossip Girl. I started my blog because my friends told me they liked hearing about my day and my stories so I figured everyone would like that too. People should realize that life isn't just rainbows and unicorns like how YouTubers show it. No one's life is perfect, and you only see a part of my life on this screen, so I'm trying to include the both the perfections and imperfections. I am not someone that would hate on other people even though I don't know them. I find them annoying, and I have strong dislikes for people, but I will never hate on anyone without a reason. I promise you can go through my blog, and find everyone I talk about, and there will be a reason for why I dislike them. I also need to address the fact that plenty, plenty of YouTubers have rant videos which are even worse because the people viewing the videos can see who they are, and they might actually be able to guess the person they are talking about, so what makes it different that I write down my rants. If you seriously want to point out that I judge a lot of things, then you need to realize that those are all opinion based, you can take it or leave it the choice is yours. Lastly, I find it funny, that you spent one whole period of class, reading through my blog and then telling people not to follow it. Just think about that for one second. Until next time, stay cool ma beans. 

babe

Flashback Friday: Back to When I Cared

9:30 AM

Dear the guys that USED to like,

Hey you, the curly haired boy that I liked in second grade. I was too shy to talk to you, so I just silently watched you like a creep. See, I didn't even learn your name. You will forever be known as my first crush.

Hey you blue eyed cousins that sanwiched me in third grade. B, you were the best right hand seat partner ever because you stayed in during recess to help me with my spelling homework while I impressed you with my math skills. R, I seriously didn't know that B and you are cousins and you are the best left hand seat partner ever because when you saw me at the park, you hide and seek with me.

What's up C, the guy who had a crush on my best friend. You basically became the heart throb in fourth grade and everyone flounced near you, even guys. You were basically the perfect bundle back then. You were good at sports, had a nice face, and super smart. When I moved, I still managed to remember you. But do you know what a jerk you are? I messaged you being the naive me in seventh grade asking you if you happened to remember me when you moved to the same school as me. I didn't do that because I still liked you, I did that because I wanted someone that knows my past. Instead of replying, "I don't remember." You didn't say anything.

Hey there, the guy that looked into my eyes in fifth grade. I know that you liked me, even though I pretended that I didn't know. One of your friends actually told me. You are super funny and I remembered that you drew me everyone that lived in your house once in math class. Remember when you tried to impress me? You told me that you could drive your uncle's truck. Most of all, I want to thank you for being a part of my story that got someone else in trouble.

Oh lord, hey cheating buddy of sixth grade. I guess this nick name is a inside joke. I never really figured out how or why I liked you for that time period of a week. Now that I think back, it is because we have a lot in common. You told me many things that you wouldn't tell your friends, and we were close, but not that close. The distance is what made the relationship work. I'm glad that we still are friends. 

Hey seventh grade cutie. A new bad boy arrived in school and that's you. I guess I didn't like you for your personality, it was because you wore a clean pressed light blue shirt on the first day of school. I was hoping that I would sit next to you in class but you were one seat away. I like you style and I still do, but I've heard some nasty rumors about you. We never had a chance.

XOXO, 
Alexiz

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