She loves it when:

• You look straight into her eyes for a long time while smiling, making her feel like she’s the most beautiful person in the world.
• You hug her so tight, to the point of lifting her while giggling, allowing her to throw random kisses at you.
• You hug her from behind. It makes her feel how much you need her—how much you wanna be with her so much.
• You dance with her every time you hear a love song even when both of you look wasted and are wearing random clothes.
• You cuddle with her, and sing her love songs til both of you feel drowsy and eventually fall asleep.
• You hold her hand when you cross the road, go to the mall, or whenever you just feel like holding her hand.
• You hug her tight while watching a movie. :)

Sometimes I hate it when I talk to an old friend through FB chat and it will go like..

Me: “Hey!!! I MISS YOU!!” 

Friend: “I miss you more!!”

…then my friend will stop typing, or sometimes would go offline. To think she even had the guts to tell me she misses me MORE. Obviously I miss her more ‘cause I was the one who tried reconnecting to her first. What if I didn’t try to talk to her? I don’t think she’ll ever try to catch up with me. 

She loves it when:

• He argues about anything with her. By anything, I mean…anything. Like arguing how her giggle was supposed to mean something else—something more than what he thought it meant. Or maybe arguing about how the teacher looks so gay today.
• He lets her win their ‘debates’ even if her reasoning doesn’t make sense anymore. Haha!
• She catches him looking at her, and then he looks away. Cutie.
• He “accidentally” brushes his fingers on hers.
• He tells her personal things that he doesn’t normally tell other girls.
• He laughs at his own jokes. Corny kasi.
• He calls her by her name. Not by, Hoy, Psst, or anything else.
• He smiles.
• He says good night. :)

I love my hair after waking up in the morning.

I hate it when:

• My room looks like a jungle. (It has always been like a jungle, actually. Which is why I hate my room)
• My mom goes “Anak, dalaga ka na. Matuto ka na mag…blahblahblah” It’s so annoying.
• I start talking to someone on Facebook, then he/she logs out right after I start the conversation.

I HATE CHAIN MESSAGES.

I hate it when:

• My mom doesn’t listen to what I’m trying to say. Every time I try to tell her something I find interesting, she would always open a new topic as if she didn’t hear me at all. It’s as if she doesn’t even care with what’s happening in my life. 
• I feel so happy and say Hi to someone who didn’t even hear me. My mood is ruined.
• My closet is really messy and I don’t know how to clean it.
• I’m about to say something interesting then suddenly someone talks and I’d be like…“Omg may sasabihin kasi ako eh, nakalimutan ko tuloy.”
• I hear people talking about me who happen to be just a few inches away from me. Hi, Andito kasi ako eh.
• I’m in a hurry then suddenly, I step on a poop. Yay.

I love it when:

• I get 12 am texts from the people I love on my birthday.
• A baby smiles back at me especially when I’m trying to make silly faces to make him/her happy.
• I get to have my nails done at a salon. I feel so clean! :)
• It’s raining. I love the sound of the rain pouring on the rooftop.
• A dog licks my face.
• Someone who doesn’t smile often smiles back at me. I feel so special. :)

I hate it when:

• I accidentally press ‘Enter’ after typing the title of my text post and it automatically directs me to my dash without even finishing my post. 
• Someone wakes me up in the middle of my sweet dreams.
• The internet disconnects while I’m watching something interesting on YouTube.
• I’m trying my best to reconnect with someone through chat and suddenly, he/she disconnects. Then I’d be like, -______________-
• I wake up at the wrong side of the bed. All hell breaks loose.
• I stutter because I’m mad. 
• The last bite of whatever food I’m eating accidentally falls straight to the floor. YEHEY.

I love it when:

• I wake up with a buhaghag-free hair!
• My breakfast is mouth-watering.
• I look at the mirror and notice that I’m not having blackheads and blemishes. ( which happens once in a blue moon )
• Everything within my sight is organized.
• I wake up with a papa-bear hug from someone I love.
• I smell coffee.