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i hate creased or crumpled paper. and when people tear your perforated paper without your permission. i wear a lot of green, but orange is my favorite color. i love to take pictures of myself, but get self-conscious when people are taking my picture. i do like you if i correct your grammar. i wonder about my current lack of interest to sing. it used to be my life. my bestfriend said i am more attractive to older people. i hate that. he also said i have low schedule adherance. i tend to be the person everyone likes. or disliked at first and then being totally liked when they get to know me. too bad i don't like most of them. i've been finding it harder and harder everyday to find something special about myself. people close to me complain of my not being able to voice out my feelings. i like to write. i write a whole damn lot when i'm sad. people end up worrying about me. it sucks that it only happens when i do that. oh yeah. the not-being-able-to-voice-out-my-feelings thing. i hate the smell of manila newspapers. do newspapers in other countries smell as awful? and are they as dirty to the fingers? i like the smell of burning trash. and rugby. and vics vapor rub. weird. i am a lazy ass son of a bitch. i've been in front of my computer this whole day. my room is so messy most of my stuff are in the bed that i only use half of it for sleeping. i have big feet. it's so hard to buy shoes here. i hate my ex so much, i enjoy it when people bitch about him to me. i hate filipino telenovelas. every scene, some character has to be crying. i end up watching them anyway. i think that maybe im a good kisser. no one has complained yet. i love fast food. i love airconditioning. ok, i'm bored now.