Yes, dad, I made a mistake. I know. Can you please stop rubbing it in? I mean seriously. Can you not badger me every single day about that tiny mistake I made what? A year and a half ago? Please? PLEAAASE? So I know that I didn't do what you told me to do, I know I screwed up, shut up, I don't need your bullshit. I seriously, do not, need it. Please. Go. Away.

Picture above speaks the truth, in a way. If I didn't do what I did back in first year, all this bullshit wouldn't happen, all the badgering wouldn't even exist, and maybe, just fucking maybe, my dad wouldn't seem so skeptical about my reasons for wanting to transfer back to Abba's, for the reason that, "You liked it in Xavier in first year."

WELL FUCK YOU DAD THAT WAS FIRST YEAR AND EVERYTHING SEEMED SO DAMN SHINY BACK THEN. FUCK. YOU. SCREW YOU TO HELL. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY LIFE?

YOU MIGHT SAY "EVERYTHING", BUT YOU DON'T. YOU. DO. NOT. KNOW. ME. STOP THINKING LIKE YOU DO BECAUSE YOU DON'T AND I DON'T THINK YOU EVER WILL. URGH.

I'm sorry for the abusive language, I'm just so pissed right now, I don't care who I trample on and who I offend.


goodbye, blog, before I abuse you with my colorful language once again. <3

Labels: fuck this shit, i am so pissed, whatever the fuck

"Where's the justice?" We often hear that saying, if you haven't, well, you haven't really lived yet. Just kidding. On a serious note, however, based on the things I've learned about justice today, I can't help but ask. Where's the justice?

So anyway. Today, my dad was 'exposing' me to the real world, so I had to accompany him to the Hall of Justice, as we were filing a case based on Estafa, and the Bouncing Checks Law and Jurisprudence. It wasn't really my dad who went to the fiscal, but his secretary. I thought these things didn't really entail money. You go there, give the letter, and you're done. That's what I thought they did. Then I heard daddy's secretary say,

"Sir, the filing fee?"

and in reply, my dad asked, "How much?"

Something along the lines of ten thousand, yeah. My mouth dropped. Then my thoughts began to wonder. What happens when poor people want to defend their rights? I doubt just anyone can dish out huge amounts of money like that. I honestly doubt it. I proceeded to ask my dad about it, and he gave me this really honest and heartbreaking reply.

"Honestly, Maria Therese, if you don't give them the amount they want, the fiscal will never give your case a chance. It'll sit there, stagnant and no one will do anything about it. It's sad to say really, but there is no such thing as justice anymore."

I tried to rebut, but I couldn't find words for it. It's just... amazing how people will do anything - and even obstruct justice - for the sake of a few bills. Don't get me wrong, without those bills, none of us could eat a thing, but honestly? The ones who are supposed to keep justice intact, are the one's screwing with it? What the hell is wrong with this picture? I hope you can see it.

I know that we're all just human beings. We're susceptible to doing both good and evil, and I know that we only move to what fulfills our self-interest, but have they no guilt? No conscience? People are suffering and hell, the reason we bring these things to court is because we want justice - and when the people who are supposed to be the ones who protect it are screwing with it, what becomes to it?

I have no idea, but somehow, I don't see the point in trusting the court, or any court justice anymore. I know that there are those rare people... who are there because they believe in what is right, but after what I saw? I don't think so.

Where's the justice?

The answer is simple. None unless you have money or power. None unless you have things most people don't. And guess what? That actually means, "There is none at all."



Much love.
Reese.

Labels: daddeh, damn this, fail, justice, not cool, serious post omg

Today, I hung out with my friends, Kabu, Larz, Kendra, and Sherlaine. It was so much fun screwing with Kendra's laptop and tablet, even though I wasn't really looking at it whilst I was writing, and that's prolly why my handwriting was so fucked up, but who cares? I missed them. I really did.

We were hanging out at Bo's Cafe, Larz was showing Sherlaine how to play StarCraft. We were just standing by, doing nothing. Then Kabu does the things Sandra tells him to do on his notebook, including the part where he has to stand up on a table and shout, "Penis!", and shit, he did it. Then he jumped down, clapped his hands five times, then said, "I love Sandy and she loves me!", like was instructed, then something about... doing an Eggroll? Whatever that meant. LOOOL.

Kendra asked us to doodle with her baby, which she named, "Baby Bamboo". It's a Wacom tablet, a Wacom Bamboo Fun. That's why it's called "Baby Bamboo". We doodled stuff, but Sherly doodled better stuff. I just kept writing random stuff like, "Unrequited Love", just for the kicks. Later, when we all had to say goodbye to Sherlaine and Stephanie and stuff, Stephanie went ahead and a little later, after more doodling, Sherlaine left and Kabu walked her to Bible Studies at CCF. Then Lars was all, "Look at them~!". Then we started talking about Athena, not the goddess. The student. And Kabu. And unrequited love. And then Kabu came back. Then we told him we were talking about Athena which was partially true but not really. We were all supposed to say our goodbyes then, but then Larz saw this Missy Bon Bon poster, then he dragged us to Robinsons to ask about the Golden Ticket Event, then we tried teaching Kendra how to cross a street, where Kabu made the rules of crossing the street awfully short and sweet.

"Just don't get hit."

That totally made my day. Then we had to go all, "Let's cross more streets!" on Kendra and Larz said things like, "When you're alone, crossing a street in Manila, you'll thank us for this." which was totally pointless in my opinion since Kendra was already doing fine at crossing the street... I think. Then when it was time to say goodbye to... uh, almost everyone, since Larz and Kendra had to leave. I stayed with Kabu. Talking about... unrequited love? Mwahahaha. No, I'm kidding. I was talking to him about random stuff. And books. Especially that book by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, "The Good Omens".

Kabu hitched with me, btw. At the very least, my dad didn't ask him embarrassing questions or even say anything dumb. I was so relieved, but I admit I was scared shitless - and with texts like, "SHIT MY PHONE IS SO LOUD", and stuff when we were riding the car, we were extremely quiet. So blahblahblah, after finding out that my dad knew Kabu's granddad and a few other not-so-embarrassing questions, we finally made it to SM where the last of my friends finally said good-bye. It was so sad and shit. Wait, not really.

I'm seeing them all again on Thursday. Hopefully this time, we have more people. I'll miss them until then.

If any of you happen to read this, know that I love you so so much, bb. <3

Much Love,
Reese.

Labels: awesome, bo's cafe, friends, fun, kabu, kendra, kendra is so moe omg, larz, my friends are awesome, sherlaine, shit, starcraft?, stephanie, tambay

So... after all that's said and done, my dad caught me and found out that I slept at around 4 in the morning just to watch soccer games. He told me to go to sleep. I pretended I did. And then when he went away, I turned on my laptop and started watching the stuff. Sorry dad, I just can't miss Benfica vs Liverpool. That'd be suicide. So anyhow.

Last night - well, technically not last night, it was 2:30 or so in the morning - I've been driven mad by Benfica because all they've done was stall for time. There should've been at least nine-thousand-and-one fouls against Torres (LFC Jersey #9), and this asshole did a foul on Benayoun. Torres was limping at some point, around third-fifth minute, if I'm not mistaken... which I'm sure I am. The only thing I know is that he was limping and I didn't bother to check the time.

2:45 or so... shiz and glory, commercial, I snuck downstairs to get a Coke. Yes, while most of my friends are getting coffee, I'm getting a coke. I'm glad dad's a heavy sleeper, or I would've been caught again and that is bad shit. Dragged Coke from the fridge and two bags of Ruffles from the cabinets, then I head back up to my room. It doesn't start yet. I get bored. I nearly fall asleep when the crowd went wild in my headphones. Awesome.

Glory later though, Torres (?) scored the final goal and the match was over, 4 - 1 in favor of Liverpool. Oh by the way? I thought Torres was showing us that he really was a Red with his armband. It said, "You'll never walk alone.", and that's like, Liverpool's motto of sorts, so I really don't think that he's gonna be breaking my heart by leaving this year. I love you Torres!

End football rant because I'm sleepy and I haven't had any sleep since... what. Four in the morning? It's 1:11PM right now, and I'm sleep-deprived and possibly very touchy. Urgh.


much love,
Reese.


PS: another amazing match and all Twitter still thinks about is Justin Beiberfag. What the hell.

Labels: benfica sux, football, liverpool, stop stalling bitches, torres, victory

I'm no good at intros, so I'll skip that for this blog.
Heyy people of the world. Therese is blogging for herself again, praise the Lord Hallelujah and all that shiz. Today went like every normal day. I get up, I get my laptop, I swear, I turn it on, and go online. Too much doesn't really happen around me during summer, except I stay up late and wake up late, sleep till the afternoon and sleep at dawn. Stuff like that. Later tonight, when I get home, I'm gonna stay up late again, and I'm gonna watch Liverpool [best damn team there ever was] versus Benfica. To be completely honest, I'm nervous about the game, but I'm confident the boys won't disappoint me. Gerrard, Torres, kick ass.

Also, since, well, I'm gonna hang out with two of the most awesome people I know, Kendra and KC, i'll be better off getting ready.

I'll probably be back around 9, or so, and well, expect a post about LFC vs Benfica. Till later, blog.

much love,
Reese.

Labels: benfica, football, hangout, kc, kendra, liverpool, steven gerrard, summer