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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Walking in high heels isn’t such a hard task that you have to squeal every step of the way. Jesus Christ, what is this madness? If they’re not comfortable with the heels it’s their fault for choosing such ‘high’ heels.
I don’t get the logic. I seriously do not considering the fact that THEY CHOSE THE FUCKING HEELS. They could’ve at least tried them on in the store before actually buying them. OR, they could have tried it on in the store but are afraid of ruining their ‘one of the boys’ image.
Oh God why am I irritated?
