Alexandra's Randomness

Dear reader, Have you ever felt very happy that other person's sadness didn't affect you?Or very sad that you felt that nothing could ever make you happy again? Let me tell you the story of my first time in Bucharest. It was a Friday, sometime in April. I just arrived in the train station at around 9am. After a sleepless night, I was feeling pretty weak. Yet I wanted to sort out the stuff that I came here for. After that thing was not sorted out, everything came down on me, no matter how much I tried to convince myself it was ok. I started visiting the sites that I planned on seeing since I had a full day to travel around. After an encounter with a rude person, I felt quite sad and wronged. But then again, I went on with my day.After I boarded the train back home that evening, I felt relieved, yet sad that I knew another 9hour train ride was awaiting for me to get back home. Again, I didn't sleep and the following morning, I arrived back in Timisoara feeling happy that it w...

                                               This will sound strange, but I was peeing, and then a thing that happened to me back in highschool sort of clicked and maybe triggered me to write this post. I've talked in a couple of posts how people have always commented on my appearence , and this episode was quite shocking for my 15, maybe 16 year old self. It happened on the corridor of my highschool back in 9th or 10th grade, and I was chatting with some classmates (girls of course because the great majority of my classmates were girls) and, I don't remember how the discussion was oppened, but one girl said this to me: "If you would do your eyebrows, put on make-up and straighten your hair, you would look great". My old version kind of was left perplexed and just smilled and ended the subject there, but my 19th year old present self feels this way. I hate it so much...

                              So, in todays post, I will relate to you my latest experience with online shopping. I'm a big bibliophile , so I love me some books. So I when I saw a sponsored add on Facebook for an online book shop which had an offer, I went for it and placed an order. But what was a clear red flag was the biggest amount of money I've spent in my life on delivery. So being conscious that I was on a tight budget, I ordered just one book and a tote( the tote was very cheap and to be honest, very cute so that was what pulled me in placing this order.). Of course I chose the economic version of delivery which was 2 to 4 weeks. When it finaly came, the book was a pocket edition and had a rip on the back cover and some pages were turned. Basically, the book was not in it's best shape. The tote was better though. Judging by the amount of money I spent, I could have done my research. Truth be told, it ...

                                                Guess who's in Colege? :D So today I want to talk about how to do the important stuff before anything else. Procrastination is something that can affect anyone and not just students, I myself find it difficult to do important stuff right now and I'm thinking what could I do to finish my priorities first. The first thing that comes into my mind is thinking how can not doing that or those things first will affect my life. Will I have a bad presentation if I do it last minute, will I run late if I leave in the last 5 minutes? If the answer is yes then I'll have a bad presentation and I'll be late and I might be kicked out of class. Consequences can leave a mark on you and the more, the worst you'll feel. Things like those might seem easy sometimes to fix, but there will be a time in your life where you don't know which...

                                So, in today's post we are going to explore a weird fear of mine, which is or was going to school. Growing up, I was always pressured by my parents to study and be the best at everything. Being young and vulnerable, I would listen to their demands of me studying. I wasn't the best, which made my parents a little frustrated, which had a negative impact on myself. I would hate going to school. If it wasn't for that handful of friends, I would have been a lonely kid. Later in life, I made the choice of switching schools and choosing another profile with other things to study. Things have gotten a lot better. But still, the pressure was there, both encouraged by my parents and teachers. I would come home and study for the next day's subjects, no mather which one. Even in Highschool I had subjects I disliked, even hated. But I kept studying just to please my parents and teachers....

                             I've started getting out of the comfort zone recently. And I had some help. I'm the shy type, so I needed that boost. There are people out there who are ment to be the in the front and there are people who are ment to be in the back. But it's nice to just switch from time to time. I began  getting out of my comfort zone thanks to the projects I've been involved because they made me interact with people, and that helped me gain some hope in today's human kind. I was terrified because of past experience and you might be too, but not all people are mean. I had to learn this lesson by going out with my class mates who turned out to be so different when they were not in the four walls of school. This is part of human psychology. We have more than one face. We have three faces: one we show when we're at work, one we show when we're with friends and family and one we show when we're ...

       So I was wondering for a while why it is a lot easier to lie as you get older.And I'm not thinking 20-30, I'm thinking 5-10, maybe earlier or later. So I thought of the closest kid I know who lies and why.Me. Now you're going to think, ''Alexandra you're 18'', but I didn't start lying recently, but way earlier. When I was about 12-13, I started lying about my grades because, to my family, that seamed like the most important thing in the world, adding to that, I was compared to the smather kids like "Why can they have straight 10 and you can't.Well, for a thing I hated a lot of subjects and I just couldn't shove all that crap in my head, so I was pleased I passed.But I didn't pass with 5, I passed with 7, maybe 8, but the fact that it wasn't a 10 was a huge crime for my parents.You can't even imagine how they reacted to my entering Highschool exams.Again, they weren't bad but not 10. Back to the subject.Later in...