
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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30 Day Tumblr Challenge: The band/musician that means a lot to you.
See those badass motherfuckers up there? That’s Fall Out Boy. Had I not met them during the fourth grade I’d probably be a Belieber [Justin Bieber how dare you.] right now, but the point is, I’m not. I’m a Believer, and believers never die. They are the best fucking band in the entire world. The band that had saved my life on many occasions. This is the fucking band that reminded me that I had to suck it up and take it, because I can’t keep blaming my problems on the world.
The band that told me that raising my middle finger was boring, and that instead I should raise my ring finger. Because there was someone out there in this world that wants to wake up next to me everyday. That someone out there was waiting for me, and that I shouldn’t give up.
Truth be told, if it weren’t for Fall Out Boy and some other bands, All Time Low and The Maine, respectively, I don’t know where I’d be right now. I don’t know who I’d be right now.
Thank God I found them.
Believers never die.