A new show has taken over my life, Sex and the City. My brother got an HBO Max subscription recently and I thought I’d see what was on there. Low and behold I come across Sex and the City, and I think. I have always heard about this show throughout the gay community. I do need to stay cultured in my gay knowledge. Why not?
First night in. I binged almost the entire first season. What is it about this show? Four single, thirty-something aged women -with a love for cosmopolitans-tackle love in New York City. Sadly, I am not in New York City or a woman in my early thirties. One night’s dose of the show, and I’m already trying to write my blog like the main character’s, Carrie Bradshaw, writes her column for the New York Star.
I mean, the characters are great! First is Carrie…who always looks unimaginably pretty. It pains me when her character talks about being jealous of models. Really doesn’t do justice to the ego. So laid back too and just cool. She looks glamorous all the time, so what’s not to love?
Then there’s Samantha Jones. She is an iconic seductress of ‘The Big Apple.’ She is liberated and her ideology of life is just fabulous. I agree with most any advice she offers the friend group on their usual brunch out or at parties. The gays obviously would just love her. And I/we do!
Charlotte Goldenblatt. Her character is honestly so vanilla sometimes it’s annoying. She isn’t really as adventurous as the rest of the group, and her views are always just so like…ugh. I don’t like some things about her, but she can be a greattt friend and really supportive. She is someone who’ll come over when you call.
Finally there’s Miranda Hobbes. I like her confidence and willingness to not hold back. She is a lawyer, and sometimes she ca be a little uptight but we love her. I thought she was lesbian when I first saw her character, and then I was told she was in real life, but not on the show. Unless I just haven’t watched enough to see it yet, I hope they let her character be true to her. I get that actors act, and don’t always play roles that are them. But.. I don’t know..
Oh my gawd, this show just has great characters– set in a big, great place. I have no idea how I keep relating to it in so many ways, but I am. It’s only my fourth day on Sex and the City and I’m already on Season 3. I even got my brother hooked, and my mom re-watching it. If you’ve ever heard about it and wondered what the hype was about, like me, then go see. It’s such a killer sitcom that’s being brought back again for another season soon, so this is like the perfect opportunity to jump on the bandwagon.
Let’s all wanna go be single writers in New York City ! Let’s go ! ♥
Change people! It’s here! It’s coming! Are you ready?
The year is taking a wild rampant turn of events that mirror the chaos-ity of 2020 a little too much to me, but we will not talk about it.
I’m sitting here just watching the pre-stuff for the Inauguration day, and I can’t help but keep laughing and crying.
Both because I’m happy, obviously. There are just so many triggers. When the new caster announced the Obamas had showed up. Laugh-Cry. When Joe and Kamala showed up. Laugh-Cry. I’m not a Pisces but I’m crying like one today
I can’t help but imagine if this is what it feels like seeing history being made. I woke up and just smiled today. The energy is right. My hair was just flawlessly curly- me having nothing to aid it. Everything just seems to be falling into place and going right.
I feel as though this presidency has opened my eyes to sooo many things I didn’t even realize about the US government. I didn’t know Inauguration Day was a thing honestly, but here I am watching news coverage for all day to come celebrating it. I hope I am not the younger person to see all this and realize what goes on in our own country. I just..
I’m excited to see what’s to come, and I imagine there will be more cheerful tears. Be wild, be free, and be happy because stuff is going down and oh lord.. it’s liberating ♥
We need more gay happy endings. I’ll just say it plainly and simply. I was talking to my gal pal about this the other day, which also means today, and we came to a realization. Every gay movie we could think of had the saddest endings.
What’s up with that? Come on film industry! As being a proud member of the LGBTQIA+ community myself, I find this a pressing issue. Think of the children. What are all closeted or newly uncloseted people to think when they only see the grim outcomes that could plague them. It’s not fair. It’s like if all the straights had to represent them was Titanic or The Notebook. Life would seem like such a drag, and there would be no visual representation (even if fictional) of some better future. Nothing to hope for or aspire to.
They most always have the same plot or conflict. There’s a girl one of the characters are having to act straight with, or they’re just too afraid to come out of the closet. Yes, these are very very very serious topics that the community faces. I am in no way trying to undermine these real struggles that exist and need to be represented. Am I in the wrong here?
The film industry has made great strides in having gay and lesbian characters. I mean HEY! I gotta give credit where it’s due! But there’s usually always room to grow. If my writing teacher has taught me anything 😉 *wink wink*
But we need more. We need some nonbinary, we need some asexual, we need some everything else that isn’t gay or lesbian. I mean come on. There is a whole spectrum, yet we usually only see two parts of it. What’s up with that? Not cool. Not right…
I mean, I am a writer so I could write new inclusive stories which I just might do. Until I make it to Hollywood with my stories, I’m looking to all those other writers out there who are closer than I. Write to include all. Don’t be scared of how the public will take it.
Here’s some recommendations of gay movies to watch by the way…if you have the free time…they may not have the happy endings but they’re pretty good
Hey >.< It’s me- again. How we doin? Hangin in there? I hope the answer was yes. Life isn’t all bad. Lana Del Rey has us on the edge of our seats for her new single and the title track to her album ” Chemtrails over the Country Club.” We have no clue what it’s gonna be like, but I mean here is what she has given us… *insert video link*
And then Harry Styles has graciously released a video for us. Teaching us all to spread the kindness. *click* *click* *insert video link*
That’s what I want to lead this blog with, to give you two reasons to possibly become happier, and to segue into my topic.
Kindness.
Now, I have been watching some ted talks. I know. That’s not what most Gen Z teens admit on the blogosphere .-. BUT I have no shame about it . Really, I don’t.
I will admit, at first I was assigned to listen to one by my teach but then I just got sucked down this loophole of them. Even though it was my day off, gurlll, I was living while watching these !!
They were so beneficial to my well-being and I feel like they came at just the moment I needed them to. The universe was there and watching. It decided to throw me a bone I guess.
There were a few points from some of the discussions that I wanted to share/add to this blog to try and improve or help in you maintaining a positive metal state.
When you’re doing something new or something you know , don’t measure your success by how few mistakes you make.
Just try and, as difficult as it may sound (because it is), not have self awareness. Just focus on the task, and what you WANT to accomplish. No one is really gonna judge you for not being “the best.”
(If there even is such a thing because most things are suggestively measured)
The ted talk I saw was explaining it with languages. She needed help in a foreign country picking a certain type of vitamin. Well one lady told her every single little detail about the two vitamins in question and she was still stuck as a stick in the mud on which to choose. So, she asks another lady. This lady barely knew ANY English. Just asked the most basic questions that got straight to the point, and it worked. The foreigner didn’t need all the theatrics and fancies. It just wasn’t necessary.
The point is, the gurl who wasn’t even that knowledgeable in the language got the point across, and the gurl who was stressed to the max and trying way too hard to flex didn’t even help.
Please don’t stop reading now because I didn’t explain it well. I can link that video too before I move on to the second point. I will say that it doesn’t explicitly talk about life skills, but more about the mindset in learning a language. BUT honestly it could be applied to any life skills…
2. Try and have a positive mindset.
One of the other ted talks I watched, that my teach actually recommended, talked about this right here.
Listen to how these two statements someone could say to themselves sound.
“God, I’m so stupid for messing that up!”
And
“Huh, well next time I’ll know what not to do.”
Obviously there is whole different vibe with the statements. The first is degrading, and may even be just sad to hear. The other is optimistic and hopeful, and this is what I want to get across. The ted talk talked about how one needs to replace every single negative thought with a more optimistic thought and this helps you become more aware of your thought process from day to day.
Again the video explained it in more detail if you’d like to check it out…
If you’d like to check out more of this group’s Ted talks feel free. This isn’t a sponsorship by any means , but their videos are not too long and totally tubular. So like, why not?
Overall, kindness could be used more. Don’t you agree? I hope this was beneficial to you in any sort of way “.”
Now for a little pop moment for some motivation. Make sure you have on the subtitles, so you can understand all the lyrics and fully embrace the moment. Sooo…
Hey dreamers! >.< I wanted to remind you to breathe. 2020 is coming to an end, and I know everyone is gonna be talking bout it. I’ll just go ahead and do it too though.
Here we are. Hang in there. Easier said than done. I just wanted to share a story that might give you some hope, and give you some light reading.
I also have a video if that’s more your thing. 😉
It’s about a teen LGBTQIA+ boy who struggles with the isolation this pandemic has brought on, but he reignites life through his memories. I hope it encourages you to do the same if you need to, or keep your spark lit. Thank you.
Dreamer
A youngteen, full of dreams,was trapped within the confines of solitude while writing in his journal. He grasped for fragments within the files ofmemory for bliss and lost sisterhood. A sisterhood, not of traveling pants, but a sisterhood forming a Haus. That’s right. A Haus.
July 28,2020
You see, a Haus is more than friends. It is a group compiled of soulmates who are bound to link back together time after time within every lifetime and alternate reality. To be in a Haus, is to be with a family of linked spirits.
While together, anything is possible. Reality becomes parallel to clay, in which it may be moldedand manipulated with the ease of a swipe. Each member embodies their fantasies and walks flawlessly. Snatching crowns across the board, while bringing the ouu-ahh sensation.No one is safe from the power and awe demonstrated and encapsulatedfrom a Haus mother strutting with her legendary children in formation. This momentum evenshifts the tectonic plates, causing new maxes on the Richter scale. The trade winds strengthen and regulate to theirstride.Cities may burn in their path leaving nothing but ash, soot, and remnants of those who attempted to cross the Haus.They even–
He chuckled, segueing into a rolling laughter. He was consumed with joy upon reimagining his vivid depictions of previous memories. Life didn’t have to stop just because a pandemic started.
The pennext to his open journal was anxiously calling to him, yearning to be in action again. He beckoned to the call and picked it up, feeling the cool metal against his fingers.Chika! Chicka! Toying with the top,the clicking sound of the pen asserted what had been written in the past, and what still could be. Life never stopped, only his imagination had. Chicka! The tip of the pen had emerged, and the boy’s face shifted into a smile. He turned his body to look back at his loved, Buster.
“Buster guess what?” Buster lifted his head from his paws and while turning his head slightly, perked his ears up at the boy, “There is a writer in the house again.”
For the next couple of hours, only the sound of penon paper could be heard. A dreamer was in touch with themselves. Life continued, and he would be okay.
Thank you for letting me share an experience with you. I hope all is well on your end, I really do. ♥
Now for the video promised! I am excited to share a video called Life Goes On. It was directed and visualized by none other than BTS! They also do the vocals. ( I’m not sure if that was made clear…)
It is all about life in the pandemic and finding the light. Please watch with English subtitles if you need to, so you can really revel and understand the meaning.
AHHHHH! I just looked up and saw Jin front and center looking at me…I’ll try and control myself for the outro though.
Thank you for reading and/or watching the video. I hope it helped you in someway no matter how small. Please carry on the best you can. Be wild, be free, and have fun ♥
Hey. >.< This week I’m not going to bombard you with another rant or tell you to go out and try something. I have been kinda stressed lately, not gonna lie. Maybe you have to?
When I do get really stressed, and I mean the apex of like maximum stress level I have to walk away physically and/or mentally. Schoolwork has sent me to that place recently, so I figured maybe I could provide a short story I have recently revised to give you that well-needed distraction or just a time-passer.
It is a short little gay story about a couple facing their hardships and becoming united through the complexities of IKEA. Hopefully you enjoy it? If not I also provided a video afterward that might also pique your interest… 😉
Trouble in Ikea
As Kennerlocked the door to an empty apartment, Ringot into the passenger seat of their 2013 Jeep Wrangler. Kenner lifted his way into the vehicle and looked over at Rinwith a smile. He was too distracted to notice however, so Kenner began the trip. There was little discussion between the couple besides light chitchat. This was simply how it had been. Kenner even shivered at one point, noticing the cooler atmosphere inside the vehicle, and after a while, the young couple arrived at the Swedish furniture store early on a Saturday morning.
“Have you ever been here?”
“No, have you?” Rin inquired.
“No.”
They walked into astonishment,for, the store was setup as a maze with shortcuts and all. Both of them were as confused as the time they were forced to go to Home Depot. with their lesbian friend, Gale.
“Okay, well, I guess we just start at section one and go from there,” Kenner said.
The store was spiraled within itself. To a novice, of the store, it may be compared to anaccordion knot.This place could even parallel with a void of confusion for the couple, if they were not careful.They did not focus on the matter, however, and would go onto spotlight objects that piqued interest within themselves.
Kenner immediately noticed something that would look great in the living room against the harsh brick wall.
“What do you think about those?”
“Track lighting? Your mother would hate those. Besides, the kitchen has enough lighting.”
“Well it is our apartment. She can say what she wants. Besides, these would go in the living room, obviously,” Kenner remarked with a raise of his eyebrows.
Rin quietly added, “Oh…okay.”
With a sigh Kenner replied, “Thank you.”
The couple kept perusing Ikea for anything that might add a touch of fabulous to their new apartment. Kenner,naturally,pushed the shopping cart section across section, not that he minded. Rin roamed along, occasionally veering off to closer inspect an item thatriveted his curiosity.
“Kenner, what about these little glass snakes? I am sure your mom could find these nice.”
“And why would she?” Kenner asked while looking directly into Rin’s eyes.
The tension caused Rin to shift his gaze to another part of the room whilst replying, “I don’t know.”
Kenner plainly sighed and the two continued their search for anything they didn’t know they needed. The store kept turning and twisting the couple into many “rooms,” like a labyrinth disorientating its on-goers.
“You know, I actually love the way this place is set up. Sweden really knows what’s up,” Kennerremarked.
“Makes me wonder what the gay scene is like in Sweden,” Rin added.
“I’m sure you would, Rin.”
Rin crossed his arms as his cheeks rose to a pink tint. Silently, he proceeded walking. The couple continued their reticent journey. One would point to an object and the other would give a simple shake of the head to indicate their response. It kept on like this for quite some time. The occasional statement piece may, however, receive a sentence or two of discussion.
“Now, this rose painting is incredible. I mean, Kenner, this has to be perfect for our bedroom. The way the thorns are so detailed and highlighted. All those Fire Island gays are going to eat this up and you know it,”Rinunder a lower breath, while trailing off, added, “also oddly enough my high school art teacher.”
Agitatedly, “Rin, why would they need to be worried about our bedroom?”
Rin raises his hand to facepalm for a moment, but quickly lowers in attempts to avoid escalating the situation, “I just meant it would look good there. That’s all,Kenner.”
“Okay, besides, I don’t like how the thorns are so gruesome with the heart in the picture. I- I do not want that in our bedroom. Okay?”
“Okay. No, I get it. It’s fine. No heart and thorns. Gotcha.”
Kenner looked away as he asked, “Rin, maybe we could each find some stuff and then reconvene.”
“Well actually-” Rin was not able to finish his statement before Kenner had walked away through a shortcut. The only problem was Rin had no clue how the store was mapped, so he was now lost in a foreign land of Swedish furniture. So lost, he did not even realize until a few moments after that Kenner had taken the shopping cart as well. This was all new to him.
Rin tried to actually find something, or at least figure out how to get through the store.
“Okay, well, I am at,” he motioned his head up to the map. “Kitchen?” Rin looked around and saw silverware which confirmed hiscurrent ideology,“Right.”
“These bowls sure are…bowl shaped, and these spoons sure are…nice?”
“I could help you find a good spoon if you needed one.” Rin was shocked as a man had approached him from behind, and it was not Kenner’s voice. Without haste, Rin flipped around to see who it was, but wait.Was he the one from the new gay dating app,Cumall, he had seenearlier?Rinpondered as he looked down at the man’s pants, examining, and then moving his gaze back up. Oh my god, he was.
This man continued while following with his eyes where Rin’s eyes had trailed down to, “You remember me, don’t you?” The man leaned over to whisper in Rin’s ear bluntly, “You know it’s even bigger in person.”
Rin blushed as the heat of the breath on his eartold the brain to tughis yearning and he had tofight it. Henodded no while replaying internally, I can’t do this to Ken. I can’t do this to Ken.
“Sorry, but I am here with someone. Thanks for the spoon offer though.” Rinsaid attempting to escape the situation. He could not move his body or stare from this man. His mind clashing with his selfish desires into a perilous war of morality.
In a deeper voice Kenner didn’t quite have, the enigma-of-a-man replied,” Are you sure?” He looked around and leaned in ever so slightly to Rin and continued, “Like, really sure?”
Rin could smell the prominent masculinity wafting from the unknown man. Close, oh so close– close enough for a foolish mistake to be performed. So close, the unattainable trust of Kenner would now become even further irreconcilable. So close now, desire may deem itself free and rampantly ensue all its motives.
“Are you kidding me?”
A squeaky voice called from behind Rin, and he knew to frantically push this mystery hunk away from him. He turned around with god speed.
“Kenner, this isn’t what it looks like.”
“Not what it looks like?”
“Yeah!”
“Well what should it look like then Rin?”
“I-I told him no.”
“Oh, so no, now, still allows getting two inches apart and eye raping people.”
“I swear Ken-I am sorry-he came onto me.”
“Yeah, you’ve said that before haven’t you Rin?”
As a couple tears escaped Kenner’s eyes, Rin gawked back with his hand covering his mouth, with not even the faintest clue how to reply.
The man who had been pushed away spoke nervously, “He’s right. I mean I did come onto him.”
“Get out of here!” Kenner and Rin unanimously yelled in reply.
Kenner continued through clenched jaws,“Rin, you too.”
Rin attempted to near Kenner but was struck with a vicious amount of force in return. Falling to the ground backwards Rinlooked up at Kenner speechless.
“You’ve never hurt me before…Ken you promised you would never hurt me after we talked that night on the balcony.”
“I guess I should have made you promise the same then. Foolish of me, wasn’t it?” Kenner released his sigh.
“Ken,” Rin leaned over into the shelf of oriental plates and brought his legs and arms towards himself.He began to outwardly unleash his sorrow, his wails were unheard by Kenner except for one other time. Kennerpaused to watch, and he couldn’t help but see himself. A man who has been hurt. A man who is causing pain to others due to that hurt. They weren’t so different.
“K–Ken, I’m so sorry. You know I never meant to make y-you feel like,” Rin struggled at attempting to vocalize his remorse. His tears were on-flowing. There were even slight convulsions every time he gasped for air through cries, “l-like I felt before. I would never wish that pain!”
Rin relentlessly wailedinto Kenner as he got down on the floor. Kenner told Rin little,I knows,andIt’sokays,all the while contemplating his own belief of the statements,he himself was saying. The couple would need time, and as the couple had learned, pain never enjoyed drifting away quickly. It lingered and festered within unless continually resolved.
Rin lifted his head towards Kenner as they both sat on the ground. Neither knowing whether the tension had dissipated. They simply saw each other. For the first time in a while, they actually saweach other. The air was dry. It was as if the vibes being omitted were strong enough to warn others because not a single worker or customer was around. Finally, Rin handed the spoon he was considering, before events transpired, to Kenner. It was a set of only two large spoons. There was an olive branch indented and colored onto the stem of them. Kenner mildly grinned accepting the spoons and placing them in the cart.
“Ken, I’ll push it.” Jerry offered while sniffing his last sniffles and using his sleeve to clean his face of any remorse.Kenner, slightly shocked, motioned his hands to the cart handle. Rin began pushing the cart around. Before attempting to understand Kenner’s translation of Ikea, Rin went to the Cumall app icon and uninstalled it.The two chuckled when a wrong turn was made and busted into laughter when a collision with another customer transpired. After a while, through a united effort, they made it to checkout, together.
I hope you enjoyed that for whatever reason you may have needed. Whether it was that distraction from busy, busy life or just an interesting time 😛
Also if you have any revision offers feel free to comment them below?
I did promise you a video though… This is one that gives me joy when I’m down. The revolting happiness that has been integrated into the music, lyrics, dances, scenes, and members really rubs off onto the soul.At least, for me.
Hey >.< I’m back. I feel like at this point my blogs have turned into…something. I wish I knew what that something was, but I guess I don’t necessarily need to know?
I’ve been in a weird space lately. Do you ever feel stuck? I feel as though some humans just are not meant to stay in one place for a prolonged time. They’re meant to fly and run rampant and free! Yeah? Quite frankly, I’m tired. Exhausted some could even go as far to say.
There are obligations however that force most of us to be limited or confined. That’s okay, until it isn’t. What’s up with that though? Am I the only one who feels this way? Probably not. But why hasn’t anything changed?
I don’t know! Or else I wouldn’t be asking the questions here.
There seem to be too many people who say they haven’t left their comfort zones. Granted, I could arguably be one of those people, but still.
Why does the government and the world make it so difficult? What are their sadistic goals for making humans’ lives, so….bleh?
It could possibly be the never-ending desire for power, but that seems too simple. Perhaps one could leave a comment to try and comfort or get a stir out of the radical conspiracist I have apparently become.
If I have spoken out-of-turn then you may not see me anymore. Governments have sneaky ways we’ll never understand. #BirdsArentReal That would be an interesting one to look up if you somehow have not heard about it.
I don’t want to ramble, so I’ll keep it short this week. Be safe out there. BE wild and free!
This month is NaNoWriMo which loosely translates to National Novel Writing Month. I did not know this was a thing until a couple weeks ago, and so far I’m not still not sure if I wanted to.
It has definitely been a challenge to say the least. To me, the most rigorous part is finding the willpower, the passion, the drive, if you will, to want to write towards your word count. When one day you may not meet it, it just makes you feel the inferior gloom that there are pros doing it times 100% that you’re giving. It is humiliating!
I do have to keep in mind one word I used however. Pro. There is a reason they have the title of pro and I do not. It still hurts tho… 🙁
Well, if I’m being honest and 100% with you, and I take pride in saying I almost always am here,
…
I’m behind. There I said it. Teach, if you’re reading this and I know you’ll have to, I just radded myself out. Like there was a solid week maybe that I did not even get CLOSE to my word counts so now I’m behind a good….thousand. >o<
I know, I know. Put me in the medieval locks and have the village laugh and point at me. At least give me my phone while I’m in shambles though because I found a stupidly obvious solution to my problem.
My phone! Every single time I would try and write it would be my phone that distracted me away from making my writer’s wet dream of finishing my word count come true. So what did I do that made me find hope? Well there I was on a long car ride, and the buzzing conversations had died out by this point. So, I started writing on my phone instead of my laptop.
That seems blatantly obvious to do, but I never thought of it. Not only can I type faster on my phone, so I can crunch more words in before my attention span runs out, but also I am no longer having my phone be the distraction because I’m already on it. Genius!
I went and type type typed and met my word count of the day in only like 15-20 minutes? Then, I realized. If I wrote just another, how much farther could I get? Is all hope not lost and buried so deep down into the Mariana Trench?
Well, let me put on my scuba gear and find out cause this month still ain’t over kiddos! I feel empowered and ready to take on this challenge and actually enjoy NaNoWriMo. No longer, NaNoHellNo.
Trigger Warning: This blog post has many cringy cliché messages that just make sense. Also, it’s a little all over the place, but that’s just what I wanted.
Hey. >.< What’s poppin.’ I wanted to ask you a question or two. -How far have you gone? How far do you want to go?
Before covid hit, traveling was everything to me. It gave me an escape to routine, which can become scary or overwhelming in my opinion. Ultimately, this type of mindset can be every toxic and lead to some bad habits, but I think it just adds character, really.
(I say make part of your personality trait people not knowing if you’ll show up to school on a Monday or not. Make people never really know where you are in your town or even the US. Sometimes I spend a couple weekends in Memphis, TN, or maybe New Orleans… Keep em’ on their toes! )
Also, if you were wondering or thinking, no, my family does not have loads of money. When we travel we just know how to get a five-star experience with a three-star budget.
My point can be pinned point to the fact that, I want you to think about how much of the world have you explored. What all have you seen? I don’t mean to brag in anyway when I state where all I go or have been. It is all relative, really. Like, I think I’ve barely been anywhere, but then someone will tell me how they may have never left the state, let alone the country.
It is so sad to me when I hear that. There is such a thrill of seeing new ways of life. I always think of the excitement of being in new places. Mexico and Guatemala were a riot. I find comfort in the confusion and curiosity of what’s going on. Possibly on the verge of being mugged. Clueless and lost. You know what they say though, you have to lose yourself to find yourself.
Think about your routine for a second. Do you have one? Do you need to get away from it for a moment? Is it suffocating you? Leave. Runaway and be free from it. Show life that it does not have you defined to one narrative or destiny. Your possibilities are endless.
The video of Ride by Lana Del Rey has amazing concepts on these ideas of liberty. If you have not watched it then you are serving an injustice to yourself. I strongly feel that if you tune into the video and drown everything out during the monologues, you may be changed forever. Inspired to go. Or I am just being very dramatic about it and wasted like five minutes of your life. There is only one way to truly know for yourself though. 🙂
So in the words of Lana,
“Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?”
I try and live by that motto and think back to it when I feel to scared to do something or feel like I am trying to hard to be someone else. Especially after I hear or read the third line I quoted. It always makes me think of what I need to change to stay sane.
I guess what I’m trying to say after all this is to be wild, be free, and have fun. That’s so cliché… but don’t let yourself get stuck in a rut. I recommend traveling but simply dying you hair or getting a tattoo could work as well. Find ways to keep yourself interested with life and yourself. I have planned to maybe visit Korea this summer. Who knows? I might just stop by and see California on the way. Above all, please never stop believing ♥
Hey! >.< Here I am once again, and for this week I thought it’d be fun to try a K-pop diet. Now, for those who may not know, K-pop diets are diets curated by different IDOLS in the industry and what they follow to get (or stay) slim. These are very restrictive almost all the time and can be tough to get through. So I thought why not? We love self punishment on this blog! ♥
There are many different types but I am going to be following one by JENNIE from BLACKPINK. *insert cheers* Picture for reference…
Also, I can not tell you to not try this diet because that is exactly what I did. Please keep in mind however that trying this diet for a prolonged time can really mess up your metabolism and digestive system. Be safe 🙂
I love JENNIE and Halloween was coming up, so I thought why not try to become a skinny legend for my costume like my queen? Then, I started it…
Well, the diet focuses on reducing general bloating and detoxing the stomach. Real good stuff ya know? The meals kind of have some wiggle room, but a main factor is to have no sodium. (So like no salt) An avocado salad has to be included and a lot of teas good for detoxing. (I used green tea) and TONS of water.
Besides food and drink, the diet also consists of needing to work out a LOT. K pop stars dance and rehearse for more than 10 hours a day most of the time. To try and measure up to that I did some of BLACKPINK’S dance practice videos and gurl…when I tell you…they are difficult. My little two step didn’t get me nearly enough body comprehension for those.
Anyways, I started to journal my emotions in real time, so I could deliver the most raw and authentic feelings. I forgot to do the first morning cause i didn’t come up with the idea to journal until later…*bad blogger check* 😛
So yeah. I had a lot of water for breakfast and then lunch was the avocado salad. I actually stayed feeling full and drank my green tea and water consistently. Pretty okay, and the workouts were so so so much more fun than I thought.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
10-27-20 Tuesday ( 화요일 )
9:57 I’m feeling rough. I got some chicken to eat with sticky white rice but they got me gal. The chicken I got had broth and sea salt frozen with it. ≥≤ I keep wanting to add extra ANYTHING to “make-up” for the chicken.
For dinner, I’m eating finely chopped yellow onions, carrots, celery, and half a bowl of rice. No seasonings, more water.
I keep getting grouchy, and I know it’s the hungry brain. This is gonna be a long three days.
10:10 I literally got up to get water because my cup was low, and my food was ready, right? Then next thing I know I’m stopping my desperate hand from grabbing something inside a fridge I didn’t even remember opening-
10:29 SO…I was only able to eat half of the bowl. My stomach feels so full, and it feels like it has doubled in size.. ¿what?
10:44 Oop, I literally spaced out and never finished what I was writing. I toats forgot what I was doing. Maybe green tea will help?
10-28-20 Wednesday ( 수요일 )
12:05 SO I had my leftovers, and it was so filling! I can’t wait to go home and dance some more for my workout though. It was so fun trying to follow BLACKPINK’S dance practice videos. Don’t be shy…
🙂 3:17 Oh my GOD. I want coffee so bad! My stomach was just a rumbling , making all this racket, but all I want is an iced coffee. Still pumped for the workouts, but that could change real quick Mary. Realll quick…
4:45 SO I’m just dancing my little gay heart out right? Next thing I know, I distinctly smell mandarin chicken. Where did it come from? I’m in my living room!
5:30 Well…I did something I told myself I wouldn’t…I compared my before picture to now- *looks away shamefully* I just swear to God I feel as though my stomach is getting bigger because it keeps looking that way to me. I don’t want this to be for nothing either though! Lord no…
🙂 I saw progress though ♥
10-29-20 Thursday ( 목요일 )
3:54 HOLY GUACAMOLE! I made it to day three. Final day. I haven’t stopped thinking about food for three days straight. I just ate a piece of ham. Did it have sodium? maybe. Do I care? Gurl no! I’m happy and tired as bleep.
5:40 Alright. That’s enough. I’m done. I know I still had supper to go, but I am miserable. I gotta watch myself though! Once I said I was done , one piece of ham from earlier almost turned into two, and then I almost ate leftover pizza, chips, Cheez-Itz®, and basically everything and anything else I saw.
The results did reduce a good bit of bloating and water weight. But no. No no no. I wouldn’t do this again. Well? 😛 … NAhhh. Yes, my physique slimmed but not nearly enough to compensate for how miserable I was. Honestly, the working out helped so much which I already did just not as consistently as these three days.
The emotional mind state that this diet put me in was not even, like I didn’t, it was crazy. Like it wasn’t until it was over that I realized how unhappy, tired, and miserable I was. This really gave me perspective on how much food can alter like, somebody’s mood. It’s so bizarre really.
If I were to take away anything from this diet, it would be the working out more and drinking more water. I might try and lower my salt intake? Gurl I don’t know.
Again, I can’t tell you not to try it cause I did. But good luck, have fun, and be free. ♥
