I am a Filipino, but I cannot speak our native language to save my life. I am also not the most caring or hospitable person on the block, so shame on me, I guess. You’re probably saying that I am a shite Filipino, but yes, I totally admit that.
However, like any classic Filipino, there is nothing I love more than loud music, and singing off-key, on the top of my lungs on an old, beat-up, karaoke machine.
The name is Reese. I’m 14; I was born on January 18th, and I’m a High School Junior at the Abba’s Orchard School. I live in the Philippines. Once I get out of the hellhole that is high school, I will take up Journalism, hopefully in this school called Ateneo De Manila University, or De La Salle University. If all else fails, I could just commit suppoku, but then I’m too much of a narcissistic fag to do so. I will become the most badass rockstar/lawyer one day. Just you wait and see.
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Picture of the last book I read.
It’s a very good book. Something I can actually relate to. I see myself a lot in Charlie.
It bothers me to know that teachers use things that should be kept in confidence against students. It bothers me, that in front of a few people, she tells me off about something I didn’t mean, telling me that I get slapped by my father because of that. It was my tone. According to her, I have to know my place. That bothers me, because the only person who I allow to tell me things like that is my dad.
She has no right.
Especially not in front of other students.
I resent her for that. For making them think she is but a saint. It’s not true of course. I mean, why else would her husband not return to her if she was? Yes. I went there. Foul play, for most, but in reality, I find it amusing and fine. If she dare bring things that should be kept in confidence up, why can’t I, right?
I don’t even know anymore.
You know how kids as early as twelve want to get boyfriends or girlfriends, go gallivanting around town and taking pictures of so-called ‘people they will be with forever’? Yeah. I think I get why now.
Think about it. These very same people are surrounded by what is, by the way, a sea of people, and yet they feel alone. They feel the need for companionship and the only way they know how at that precise moment was/is, to get a significant other, despite the fact that they are young and ignorant of the world.
We’re such a sorry little lot.
- I’ve accepted the fact that my dad is gay. I just don’t want to say it out loud. I’ve also accepted the fact that I really can’t trust my dad. It feels like I don’t know him now that I know more about what’s going on in the background in our family. As for my mom, I really don’t know.
- I hate my current school with a burning passion, but not because of the people. The people are fine. The school and it’s system just really sucks and urgh don’t even get me started on the teachers.
- Half the things that come out of my mouth aren’t the things I want to say. I say the wrong things at the wrong time because that’s just how I am. I mean really, I try to stop it but… urgh.
I decided not to do my challenges in order. So…yeah.
Miss Jeni.
Can you please just stop bitching for three seconds and fucking teach us some actual shit? Thank you.
Emman.
You are such a manwhore I don’t even know.
Ian.
I like you.
