People forget you. But they won’t forget what you did for them.
Rock the Beach bboy jam is this saturday and I’m nervous. I’ve performed on stage of an audience with 2,000 people before and since this is my first time entering instead of watching, I’m getting the jitters. I’ve been practicing really hard while working late nights and picking up school in the morning so I know I can at least advance through the first round. Win or lose it’s for the experience. This week is packed with photoshoots, errands, work, and school but I always make time for anything. Let’s do this! Os!
I’m going to pick up writing on my blog again. It’s been about a year since my last move from a different city and this year was a rough one. When I moved out of my dads place because of his drinking and gambling addiction I knew I had to look for something better. I still wake up hungry with a cup of noodles and bottled water for breakfast most days. Sometimes nothing, but I know I’m doing my best. And I know I’m making progress. The city is a rough place than a valley from where I came but it’s been emotionally and physically stressful. But I know, my drive has never been this strong before, because every single day I wake up I tell myself. “Never ask anything in return”. I want to inspire people, the world. The dreamers, the bullied, the abused, the lost, the confused, the ambitious. Because I can relate to the most part. This is my year one story, listen or not everyones has a story to tell good and bad, if my story can inspire one person then their stories can inspire even more.