A psychologist says: “Don’t underestimate those children who chase after Korean celebrities, their hearts are purer than anyone else, they love courageously, they will want to try their best to tackle difficult obstacles, the language and cultural barriers.
They symbolize peace, they don’t discriminate based on race, they befriend people with the same interest from different countries, they’re more passionate and warm than
X anyone else. They don’t betray the ones they like easily, they are persistent and don’t give up easily. They are stronger than anyone else on the inside, because when they are loving these Korean stars, they experience the setbacks they’ve never experienced in life.
They are all sensitive children, easily touched to tears for a long time because of one incident. Their memory is very good, they can easily remember the korean lyrics they don’t understand, and their coordination skills are also very strong. Most of them are cheerful children, not the kind who keep to themselves. Their will of determination is also very strong, they are able to persevere all the way just to buy something related to the celebrity they like.
In short, the way these children think is vastly different from others, and their thoughts are not easy to understand. Generally, only those who have similar interests are able to enter their world.
It’s not because I’m fake. It’s because I have a different comfort zone around certain people. I’ll act loud, stupid, be mean to you, act crazy, and do the most stupidest things with you because I’m comfortable around you. But, I can be quiet and shy if I don’t know you that well or we aren’t very close. Just because I act different around certain people, doesn’t mean I’m fake. I just have a different comfort zone with certain people.
Oh boy, I really do not favor them or any essays in general. But the way that my history teacher assigns them just doesn’t make it any easier. His instructions and short, but definitely not sweet. “Industrialization, urbanization & immigration. Now, write an essay.” When someone asked what we were supposed to do, he said to just write about those three words. He somehow expects us to be able to write 8 to 10 paragraphs without exceeding a sheet of paper.
I don’t even know where to start with this essay. I guess it’s partly my fault for not starting earlier, too. But seriously, I hate it.
I thought it was pretty calm. The rally wasn’t that good, but it was okay. So I confirmed that my friends were planning a really early birthday thing for me. They were supposed to bring their gifts and do some kind of surprise celebration thing. But I found out about it already (but didn’t tell them I knew). I had my own gifts that I had been planning to give them for a while and I decided today would be a good day. So like the good planner I am (seriously..), I brought all my little gift bags and gave them out at lunch. Turns out, they all either forgot or didn’t finish whatever their gifts were, except Monica. Hah! They’re horrible planners and apparently they’ve been planning for a long time. Well, I appreciate the thought, but honestly, I hate surprises. I hate secrets. Especially if they hinted at me like that.. It’s not my kind of thing. But anyway, they really liked the things i got for them, SO IM HAPPY. :D
I hate secrets. I mean, I can keep secrets & sometimes I have my own, but don’t you hate it when you can tell that someone (or a group of people) is keeping a secret from you? Sure, sometimes it may not involve me, so I wouldn’t need to know. But when it obviously has something to do with me and you hint at it but won’t tell me, it’s annoying. No me gusta. D:
So we went bug catching today & tried to catch butterflies.. totally failed. Then everything became really frustrating that I felt like I couldn’t handle anything anymore. So I sat down by the creek for, like, ten minutes. By myself. Just me & the water of the creek. It was really nice. I got to sit down and think about things and I really calmed down. I never knew how soothing it really was; the sound of water, being alone like that, everything.
I never like to rant to anybody about how I’m feeling. Not because I’m afraid of what they’ll think of me. Not because I’m scared to let it out. But because I don’t want them to feel burdened with my problems..