There is a difference between I love to hate and I hate to love. For example, the people I simply hate to love are my brothers. No matter how obnoxious they become or how irritating they can be, they simply are the people I extremely HATE HATE HATE to love. If I had the chance to switch them for a more dreamy brothers, I wouldn't. Even if they become so obnoxious that I could not stand it, lay off my brothers. I hate to love them. Simply hate it.
Siblings will remain as siblings. Same old siblings. But there are some things/ some people you can't seen to stand. These are a few of my love to hate thingys:
Olympics of the Saliva throwing Mouth
Criteria: Right texture, color and proper recoil
This act is the one I deeply detest. EIW. Recall the disgusting noise people make when they accumulate the phlegm in their mouths. When it goes out of the mouth, it has the greenish or yellowish color and the sticky texture. Just the way the good phlegm is. GAWD. Can people avoid this? There are actually called comfort rooms/ bathrooms/ sink accessible. Hello?! There is also the existence of the tissue. Don't spread your disgusting disease. It's not hygienic and damn disgusting.PLEASE.
When You think you know all that, but actually you don't
The classic. I hate it when some people talk nonsense and does not actually know what they are talking about. What a poser. Excuse me, but before you brag, do your research so you would not get caught you actually don't know what you are talking about. Same goes to people when they think they're all that but actually they have heads filled with gas. MY MY MY. Trying hard much?
I have this big problem with shirts that have nonsense sentences. I totally hate these shirts because it is waste of time to read. Why oh why did they have to pint that text on that shirt if no one would understand it!
Hair all over your Face
No offense, but I never liked this fashion statement where people's hair is all over their faces. What can you possibly see with all the hair on your faces? Do you feel like your an anime character? hahaha. Get real. Or do you think your cool because you could not see what is ahead of you but your hair? May be. Dumb dumb fashion statement.
Why wear a short shorts where you could not pull it off? WHY?! Why wear something kinky wherein the whole day all you do is cover those body parts you, in the first place did not cover? WHY?! Why wear something you could not pull off? WHY?!
I say: wear it, pull it off, make heads turn, get away with it.
No offense. I love to hate these things. My preferences. My opinions. Blame it on me.
Love my banner? Coz I do. The banner is made by me. It is a rock princess original. I'm inspired. hahaha. (dahil sa mga bagsak. hahaha. joke lng). Anyway, I also posted this in my multiply (click here). I can't seem to access my Deviantart account. There must be something wrong with it or with my connection. I don't know. so, I am posting my work here and all over my other accounts. hahaha.
OH! OH! I cut my hair. hahaha. I have bangs. Nice. Nice. Yep, I cut it on my own. It's nice. Jeric is absolutely not thrilled with my new hair. hahaha. Oh well, I love it anyways. hahaha.
I dream of talking to different significant people in my life. People I wished I talked to or people I hated to talk to. Different people to different places every time I dream. But the same thing happens to me. Every time I try to express what I have to say, I feel like I could not speak. I feel like I could not scream loud enough. I feel like they could not hear me, I could not hear myself either. I seems like my voice drowns in the middle of every thing that has been happening in my life. I wanted to takeover. I wanted to take control. I can't. They could not hear me. It felt like my voice was taken away from me and I have no power to restore it, even how hard I try to scream, there was no sound that goes out of my mouth.
I hated it. I hated every moment that they could not hear me. I hated every time I dream of it. I hated the fact that I can never tell them what I think of them or feel for them. I hated talking to them. I hated every thing about it. It felt like something is strangling me and that I could not breathe.
I always wished to runaway from my life, from every possible thing that can hurt me. But then again, kismet happens.