The Starlit Sky

I want to eat…

Vanilla macaroon ice cream. Lucky Me pancit canton. Sunny side up. Brownies. Cookies. Dulce de Leche cake. Black Forest cake. Spaghetti with lots of cheese and hotdogs. Hawaiin pizza. Squid balls. Calamares. Mom’s special caldereta. Lola Facunda’s arroz valenciana. Cadbury milk chocolate. Fried chicken with gravy. Jollibee’s yum burger. Fried rice with dried fish and tomatoes. Potato chips. Siomai. Cheese cake (all kinds of cake and ice cream). Piatos and Nova. French fries. Chicken/pork adobo. Indian mangoes with bagoong. Shrimp. Tuna flakes in oil. Corned beef. Pan de sal with condensed milk. Heart-shaped candies. Mayonnaise. Beef tapa. Bavarian and choco donuts.

I want to drink…

Carrot juice. Iced tea. Choco latte. Red wine. Pine apple juice. Yogurt. Magnolia chocolait. Coke. Milk. Mango shake. Red tea. Sago at gulaman. Cold water. San Mig Light. Yakult. Green tea. Coffee with sugar and cream. Milo with lots of ice. Buko juice. Avocado shake.

I want to wear…

Black bikini. Berry cherry lipstick. Princess-y wedding gown. Summer dress. High-cut boots. Winter coat. Baby doll blouses. Navy blue jeans. White polo. Floral skirt. Wedge sandals. Halter top. Pearl earrings. Tiara. Denim jacket. Knee-length shorts. Colorful flip flops. Eyelash extension. Vanilla scent perfume. Little black dress. High heels and flat shoes.

I want to kiss…

Anakin Skywalker. Brad Pitt. Günter Holzer. Dingdong Dantes. Mr. Arthur Choi of Coffee Prince.

I just want to…

Try belly dancing. Play with dolphins. Travel abroad alone. Ride an elephant. Own a blue volks wagen. Be a big-time blogger. Fall deeply in love. Buy a small house for my mom. Start a mini-grocery business with my brother and sister. Gaze at the stars every night until I grow old. Learn to swim. Learn to dance flamenco. Marry the man I love. Be the best homemaker. Be a mother. Live in a wooden house with glass windows and sliding doors. Go to a quiet beach every weekend. Stop midnight munchings! Blog forever. Daydream and never stop. Grow spiritually. Take up masteral degree in London, UK.  Be myself. Be accepted for who I am. Be happy

When I was younger, I used to hear people say “The only way to have a friend is to be one.” True enough, I’ve learned that sometimes birds of the same feather don’t always flock together. Some friends have hobbies and goals which are totally different from mine. I found out that friends don’t always like to watch the same movies, don’t always buy the same style of clothes, don’t always want the same color of lipstick, don’t always have the same dreams, etc. Rather than forcing them to get interested with my “wants,” I  learned that a true friend respects and encourages your uniqueness. I believe friendship exists when you both understand that you can’t always agree on everything. I can’t call you my friend if I always need to say yes to you. Because with my true friends, I can always express myself even if it is a contradiction to their beliefs. A friend is someone who accepts you for who you are and tells you the truth when you need to hear it, even if it hurts. To be a true friend is to understand that each of us has a unique personality.  

My friends are the craziest idiots I know, but I love them! ~ From MySpace