Oh hi guys! My name is Jin :D My best friend is my hair <3 If that doesn't tell you enough about me, I don't know what will.

 

My Face When Trimester one is over.

My Face When Trimester one is over.

GAIZ GAIZ GAIZI painted you like one of my french girls 

GAIZ GAIZ GAIZ

I painted you like one of my french girls 

Charmanders are redSquirtles are blueIf you were a pokemonI&#8217;d choose you.Your smile is stronger than a hyper beamLike Jessie and James we make the perfect team.I&#8217;ll stand by your side like pikachu to Ashand I&#8217;ll love you more than my level 80 rapidash
You&#8217;re even more rare than Zapdos Pinsir or MewAnd out of all 151&#8230;I&#8217;d choose you.

Charmanders are red
Squirtles are blue
If you were a pokemon
I’d choose you.

Your smile is stronger than a hyper beam
Like Jessie and James we make the perfect team.

I’ll stand by your side like pikachu to Ash
and I’ll love you more than my level 80 rapidash


You’re even more rare than Zapdos Pinsir or Mew
And out of all 151…

I’d choose you.

Today, I&#8217;m gonna share a story with you.This summer I participated in a international youth camp. The Global Korean Network, and boy did it broaden my perspective.Let&#8217;s start with this fact. I absolutely hated being of Korean heritage. After the split of Korea back in 1953, many families were separated. This is the case for part of my family. There are stories I&#8217;ll never hear, children who never even had the chance, and tears that were never meant to be shed. Even with the family I do still have with me, I could never fully understand their story due to language and cultural barriers. I essentially had all these people around me who I was to consider family without knowing a damn thing about them. Hell, even though I could speak Korean to some extent and understand a fair bit of it, I almost always pretended to just not hear the words people said. Early in my life I had difficulties learning English, and I could tell I was&#8230; Different&#8230; for whatever reason to everyone else around me. In my school there was two Asian kids in our class, one was &#8220;affectionately&#8221; referred to as the Chinese Devil. So, The scenario had it that I felt out of the Korean and American community. Well then who the hell was I?That&#8217;s a question I couldn&#8217;t answer back then.Back to the present. At this global youth camp, I met people who had a very similar experience to life as I did. People who could radically empathize with me, and I co empathize with them. For once in my life, I felt proud of being who I was. We all shed similar tears, yet were uniquely different. It was so terribly hard to leave all my new found friends, (I know I know I was the first to cry, and I cried the longest&#8230; Ha) but something happened that again would change my view in life.On my way to Korea, I was alone. I found this Vietnamese family almost walking around aimlessly at the airport. I started talking to them, and they told me they were lost. I happened to know the airport where I was at fairly well, so I helped this family around. We ended up sitting next to each other on the plane, and I shared my life story with the family; while they shared theirs. Once we parted ways in Korea I thought that was it. The last I would ever see of them.Fast forward a little bit. A sad me sitting at the airport realizing I would never see many of my new found friends ever again. I sit down, and I see the same family I met on the way to Korea. We greeted each other like old friends, got a cup of coffee, and began talking as if there was never a break in our conversation. This was the moment that I realized that if two lives are meant to intertwine then they will do so without any rhyme or reason.They brought a new hope into my eyes.This summer. I embraced who I was, I found hope to continue being who I am, and I found a lot of stories to share for the rest of my life time.

Today, I’m gonna share a story with you.

This summer I participated in a international youth camp. The Global Korean Network, and boy did it broaden my perspective.

Let’s start with this fact. I absolutely hated being of Korean heritage. After the split of Korea back in 1953, many families were separated. This is the case for part of my family. There are stories I’ll never hear, children who never even had the chance, and tears that were never meant to be shed. Even with the family I do still have with me, I could never fully understand their story due to language and cultural barriers. I essentially had all these people around me who I was to consider family without knowing a damn thing about them. Hell, even though I could speak Korean to some extent and understand a fair bit of it, I almost always pretended to just not hear the words people said. Early in my life I had difficulties learning English, and I could tell I was… Different… for whatever reason to everyone else around me. In my school there was two Asian kids in our class, one was “affectionately” referred to as the Chinese Devil. So, The scenario had it that I felt out of the Korean and American community. Well then who the hell was I?

That’s a question I couldn’t answer back then.

Back to the present. At this global youth camp, I met people who had a very similar experience to life as I did. People who could radically empathize with me, and I co empathize with them. For once in my life, I felt proud of being who I was. We all shed similar tears, yet were uniquely different.

It was so terribly hard to leave all my new found friends, (I know I know I was the first to cry, and I cried the longest… Ha) but something happened that again would change my view in life.

On my way to Korea, I was alone. I found this Vietnamese family almost walking around aimlessly at the airport. I started talking to them, and they told me they were lost. I happened to know the airport where I was at fairly well, so I helped this family around. We ended up sitting next to each other on the plane, and I shared my life story with the family; while they shared theirs. Once we parted ways in Korea I thought that was it. The last I would ever see of them.

Fast forward a little bit. A sad me sitting at the airport realizing I would never see many of my new found friends ever again. I sit down, and I see the same family I met on the way to Korea. We greeted each other like old friends, got a cup of coffee, and began talking as if there was never a break in our conversation. This was the moment that I realized that if two lives are meant to intertwine then they will do so without any rhyme or reason.

They brought a new hope into my eyes.

This summer. I embraced who I was, I found hope to continue being who I am, and I found a lot of stories to share for the rest of my life time.

Slam your face to twilight.

type your name: Jin *censored for the sake of my safety :P*

Type your name with your elbow: juhimn bhjnas bntrfgv

type your name with your chin: jkmnimn cbhnAZn jmg

SLAM your face in your keyboard: Could the Cullens be vampires? Well, they were something. Something outside the possibility of rational justification was taking place in front of my incredulous eyes. Whether it be Jacob’s cold ones or my own superhero theory, Edward Cullen was not… human. He was something more.