I love:
[MUSIC PEOPLE]. Sponge Cola. Hale. Switchfoot. Incubus. Gavin DeGraw. The Click Five. Fall Out Boy. Maroon 5 (Adam!). Jesse McCartney. Colbie Caillat. Jason Mraz. Chris Brown. Ne-yo. Silent Sanctuary. Usher. MYMP. Christian Bautista. Barbie Almalbis. Avril Lavigne. Nora Jones.
[SONGS]. I Don’t Wanna Be. When the Stars Go Blue. Learning to Breath. With You. Can You Help
[COLORS]. Green. Red. Pink. Plum. Violet.
[FOOD/DRINKS]. Chocolates. Coffee. White Chocolate Mocha. Pizza. Pesto pasta! Garlic bread. Mr. Chips. Margarita. Tea. Lettuce. Broccoli. Sinigang. Nilagang Baka. Binagoongan (my dad’s recipe). Nerds. Mango. Strawberry. Strawberry milkshake. Avocado. Mangosteen. Lychee. Caramel frappe. Rice wine. Suman. Latik. Chicken Adobo. Tuna. Fried Sardines. Chicken Terriyaki. Beef Steak. Jelly Sticks. Cheese Sticks. Tropicana Twister. Green Bell Pepper. Isaw. Barbecue. Corn Flakes.
[MOVIES]. 50 First Dates. Rainbow Song. Magnifico. Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros. Ilusyon. A Very Long Engagement. Yours, Mine and Ours. Imahe Nasyon. Wishing Stairs. Tale of Two Sisters. Shutter.
[TV SERIES/SHOWS]. That’s So Raven. One Tree Hill. Pimp My Ride. Miami Ink. America’s Next Top Model. Project Runway.
[BOOKS/MAGAZINES]. I Kissed Dating Goodbye. Boy Meets Girl (Joshua Harris). Romeo and Juliet. Julius Caesar (William Shakespeare). Bob Ong books. Kikomachine 1-4. Can You Keep A Secret (Sophie Kinsella). The Alchemist (Paulo Coelho). A Long Road Home (Danielle Steel). The Purpose-Driven Life (Rick Warren). Seventeen. Allure. Cosmopolitan. Cosmo girl. Elle. Chalk. Vogue. Preview.
What I Hate:
I hate pork. I hate Ampalaya [I really don’t like its taste.].
I hate people who pretend too much; those who project fake self.
I hate narcissistic bitches; those who really don’t care if they hurt others, those who All-I-Want-Is-Fame-And-Attention-And-Power people. Ditch them!
I hate parasites. They are just beside you to get benefits from you. In short, he/she is friends with benefits with you but you don’t get any benefits in return.
I hate me for not expressing myself out loud.
I hate me for not practicing self-disclosure.
I hate me for not being so verbal about what and how I feel.
I hate how I pity those who are not supposed to be forgiven at all.
I hate me for giving back my trust to someone who doesn’t even deserve to be trusted again.
I hate me for giving second chances, which means hurting myself again.
I hate me for doing one task and will not finish it at that moment.
I hate me for being so self-dependent. “As long as I can do it, I don’t need your help. As long as I can manage myself, I don’t need you.” This is what I usually do and I hate me for this. I just don’t want to be labeled as weak and pathetic.
I hate me for still loving those who betrayed me, those friends whom I thought were true from the start. Another sign of giving second chances. Another indication of hurting myself the second time around. But one lesson I gained: Giving second chances is giving a chance to those people who deceived you, to prove themselves, to prove their worth in your life, and to prove that they deserve you and you deserve them.

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