Another one of those random days that I’ve felt tired.
Really, I don’t even know why.
On a random note, I think money has become the “center” of my life so far. I’ve been obsessed (as I’ve posted on other texts) with so many things that I want to do/have, that I’ve been trying REALLY hard to save up for them. I’m also glad my investments have grown a LOT, and that’s a good thing for me as well.
Soooo tiiiiiired. Is this what it’s like when we’re feeling older?
So this is why people rarely have time for stuff like… well, blogging.
It’s not age. It’s the matter of how busy people are. I, for one, have been busy with my routine of work then gym, or work then play, that I barely have time to blog (or even fix my iTunes playlists, dammit).
I’m growing older day by day, but I do hope I still remember to fix my shit from time to time. I hope I can still blog, so when I grow old, I’d have more to reminisce about.
I’ve realized how busy I’ve been the past few months.
One way to look at it is how ”successful” I’ve been, since this IS what I wanted. I wanted to be busy because I wanted to stop being the guy who couldn’t move on; the one who always waited for his high school friends to have time for him so we could all go out and have fun. If this was American Pie, I’d be Stifler: the guy who never matured with the way he thinks.
So here I’ve been, making the most of my time, not wasting a single hour. Now that I’m here, though, I realized that maybe, just maybe, I’ve been doing this to run away. To run away from all the things I’ve been expecting for YEARS to happen even though I’ve always known the chance was low.
Sure, I got tired of waiting for them. In fact, it’s not even something I deny anymore. It’s something I’ve accepted, which for me is good, since now I don’t have any internal contradiction to deal with. However, I think I’ve cornered myself to having not much free time now.
Not much time for my girlfriend, for my family, or for my friends.
The gym. I started going to the gym ever since I broke up with my first girlfriend. Of course, being the immature and insecure guy I was, I thought that MAYBE a reason why the break-up happened was because of my physical appearance, so I dealt with it.
Dance class. I didn’t want to miss dancing, and I didn’t want to “lose my moves”, so I signed up for dance classes. I knew it was gonna take up my time, but I wanted it. Dancing has been one way of how I’ve managed to express how I feel about my life. Cheesy but true.
OJT. I actually felt nice that I had OJT this year. Besides gym and my dance class, I didn’t know how to make much of my time productive.
I currently don’t know how to deal with all this I’ve put myself into. But I’ll find a way. I have to.
I’ve been experiencing financial problems for a while now. And no, not with necessities because I know for a fact that my parents do not fail in giving my needs; in fact, they’ve pretty much spoiled me and my siblings with how we’ve been raised.
I’m talking about my wants, my commitments, and my financial management. It does sound a bit ironic, how I’m having problems in something I major in now that I’m in college, but it’s true. Call me materialistic, but I just want to pressure MYSELF to properly manage my money so I could get the things I want without asking my parents for too much again and again.
But what I’ve noticed the past few weeks is how less I’ve asked from my parents. TAKING less is different, where they give me a certain amount of money and I insist that they give less. What I’m talking about is when I’m the one asking for an amount. I’ve just been wondering, is it because I’m more embarrassed now, or is it because I’m too “proud” and I want to show them how successful I’ve been in managing my money?
Is it because I’ve grown up, and I know that some of my interests are things that they wouldn’t really support, so I don’t even bother trying?
I wonder when I’ll get the answers to my questions. Wow, so it’s true that growing up IS hard.
(Source: takayaabe, via tumboner)
This is my all time favorite gif. When that shit says “Guard”, I diiiieeee. LMFAOOO
HAHAHA NOTICE THE DIFFERENCE IN THEIR DAMAGE
(Source: missloveandaffection, via thelazyplayer)
My friends decided to take a lovely pic for the Westboro Baptist Church. They’re not gay but they support gay rights
This is the most gangsta shit I have ever seen on tumblr
The #Cabernet experience with my man Renard Torrecampo here at my house. 4/4/’13. Unforgettable shit.