June 2013
I know I am not yet mature enough to live in the real world, but somehow, my UPL mentors open my mind as to how living the real life actually goes.
For years, I’ve not given a thought about other people. I always think about my own self, and as to how I am going to gain more for my own. I am not even ashamed to admit that because it is the truth.
My way of thinking has been a bit altered by a few people that I consider my mentors. We have not been together for a long time but they now influence my actions and my thoughts.
Like what Sir Joey said, they are not the best in the field but at the same time, he adviced me to might as well learn every single thing I can from them.
Words and phrases are nothing but a simple short-lived inspiration to me before. I read about it, might even tweet about it, and then forget about it. But now that I am actually applying what my mentors taught me, then I finally realized that there’s more to life than earning a living and doing what you can.
With all the help they’ve given me, the least I can do is to do my best and make them proud.
“Suddenly you’re ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you’re alive and its spectacular.”
—Joseph Campbell (via jaimelannister)
Grays and weirdness →
kebsantiago.tumblr.com
So my friend and I just had this deal (kind of) that we’ll be active in updating our blogs starting today.
Well that mostly applies to me since I’ve been such a lazy bitch in updating this blog since college started. Really, I’m sorry about that.
Kevin (whose blog is linked in here) decided to start a blog too. So if anybody in here is actually interested in following my crazy (but cool) friend, carry on.
Oh and by the way, yep, he’s actually the Kevin I used to blog about. If you can actually remember, he’s the guy that you guys think is cute… even though he’s not. Just kidding.
I should probably shut up now.
do teenager house parties really exist or is that a hollywood myth
i’m never going to delete my blog so that in twenty years from now i can type my url, and scroll through somewhat of a time capsule and laugh at how much of a strange teenager i was
So my classmates chose me to be the class representative of our class…
That might probably be their worst decision ever.
I don’t even know what was going on during the voting part because our director keeps on speaking German and I was confused as fuck during the nomination part.
Then poof! I’m suddenly nominated as the class representative. Then poof! I was voted by twenty five people, which makes me the officer-in-charge.
Our director came near me and started talking to me in German, and I was like what what what what.
Seriously though, I don’t actually know if I should be happy that my classmates voted for me, or should I feel weirded out for some reasons.
By the way guys, my personality test gave me a 1 in the aspect of being dependable… and by 1, it means that I am the worst person you can ever depend on. Bleh!
