So let me tell you something. I live in the city, so my lungs are probably filled with noxious gases that will one day kill me. My idea of exercise is to get up from bed, get my laptop from the desk, go back to bed, put my laptop on…well, my lap, and try to plug it into its charger without moving from the bed.
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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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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It was my birthday yesterday, and goddamnit, I feel betrayed. I couldn’t ask for a better birthday present. Sarcasm intended. I was at David’s Salon yesterday, when my friend Phoebe texted me, saying she bore bad news. I just thought I was in trouble with a teacher for being absent or something. But then I had to go and learn that my Prom Partner got switched, because apparently, the school is now deciding partners for us like the bitch our school is.
I don’t want to go to prom anymore; and I don’t care how much I’m going to regret this, I will regret it more if I go to prom anyway. I can’t do this shit. I want my prom to be memorable. I don’t want to look back on it and say, “HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS.”
//end rant.
