Works at Tumblr University as a Professional Reblogger
Studies at University Of Swag Major in Swagonomics
Lives in Hogwarts
in <3 w/ Tumblr
Speaks English/Filipino
Born on 19th of Aug.
From The Cupboard under the Stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging , SURREY
First day of school YEAY certified waterproof student . Thanks kay kuya na nde ng.give up khit 3hrs kming nasa byahe #hoorayfortoday ingat sa iba xxx
Still in bed >< hangover from summer vac . Cnt get up but needed #firstdayof school #pupbacktoschool
That awkward moment when you’re really upset and decide to play the saddest song you know.
And you go from this:
To this:
SENIOR YEAR AND THE MOST PRECIOUS THING ABOUT IT
I’ve just watched Senior Year by Jerrold Tarog. I am now in 3rd year college and i have realize JUST NOW all I REGRET during my high school life.
On my senior year all i think about is to “LIVE MY LIFE TO THE FULLEST” … JUST MY LIFE. How selfish of me aren’t I ? I joined everything during high school, i joined a drawing contest, a quiz bee and up to a beauty contest. And for the end of all, I turned out NOTHING, nothing at all. I really don’t know what i am, who i am and what can i really do.
Graduation day and i didn’t even cry at all. Nothing, not a single tear. My mind is all set in one thing “YES GRADUATE NA AKO, COLLEGE, MAGAGAWA KO NA ANG MGA GUSTO KO”
Ang dami kong naiwan nung college, lalo na ang mga friends ko. NAWALA LAHAT. And now I am so jealous of all my batch mates that still have there friends with them way back in high school.
Lahat naman noon kinaibigan ko, mananalo na nga ata ako ng Ms. Congeniality nito eh. Pero ngayon i finally realized how precious friends are and how jealous I am that i didn’t keep anything
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