#22. My first plane ride was to Tuguegarao.

#21. My first plane ride was in '09 for work.

#20. I've never been outside the country.

#19. I can fake a smile. I'd even look at you straight in the eye while smiling and you wouldn't know what I'm really feeling.

#18. I'd rather steal a million dollars from a children's charity than have an affair with a married man with 5 kids.

(Question c/o Sir Pat of McCann)

This was funny until I realized what Google thinks of me.

I was checking the stats of my blog when I saw this:

Apparently, Google thinks I'm an immature 21-year-old. Well, guess what, Google. I'm 22 now, turning 23 this year. I ain't an immature 21-year-old anymore. Suck on that!

Pagod nako makipaghabulan. Kung ayaw, edi wag.

#17. I like puppies but I hate dogs.

#16. This is my 500th post.

Oh wow. (Late post)

AJ Perez died last Sunday in a car accident in Tarlac. I wasn't greatly affected by it until I read this:

But Mr. M is confident that AJ will handle the pressure just fine. "If he gets the right breaks, he'd be like a Rico Yan." We'll stand in line for that.

That was an excerpt from Yes! Magazine where he was featured. Scared the shit out of me.

Both are good-looking.
Both are La Sallians.
Both died in their sleep.
Both died on Holy Week.
Both their wakes were held at LSGH Chapel.

What a coincidence, huh?

#15. I don't usually drink whenever I'm in the club. It's either I'm already drunk when I get there or I don't drink at all. Except if they give out free drinks or someone buys me a drink.

#14. I've had my fair share of lesbo moments in highschool.

Oh wow. Never thought it'd happen to someone in the family... (My lolo was in the same sitch, then again, I wasn't old enough to understand)

My tita is currently in the ICU unit of Novaliches General Hospital because of stroke. She's in comatose as I'm typing this. It's not the first time I am encountering this kind of situation (a friend of mine was in coma back in '06. Hey, Jayps, I miss you.) but I still don't know how to react. I don't know if I'll try to comfort my cousins or if I'll just keep my mouth shut as to not add up to what they're going through. I just hope my tita pulls through. She's nothing but joy to me.

#13. I used to smoke Dunhill and Lucky Strike but it took its toll on my allowance. Switched to Marlboro Lights/Menthol/Reds. If I really don't have the money, I smoke Winston.

#12. My first alcoholic drink was a Wengweng from this bar (I forgot which bar) in Eastwood.

#11. I started drinking when I was 12 years old.

#10. I started smoking when I was 18 years old.

#9. If there's one dish I can eat my whole life, it's Adobong Baboy.

OHMYGODTHISPICTURE!

This is my favorite Chris Brown face.

Peg. Again.

#8. For some reason, I don't watch jologs movies with Piolo Pascual in it.

#7. John Prats was my childhood crush. I had an entire clearbook with clippings of each and every magazine/newspaper interview he had.

#6. My favorite Starbucks drink is Caramel Macchiato.

I have girly problems too, you know.

I had my hair cut real short last night. I mean, shorter than how I normally wear it. I was so happy, I wish all the people I know would see how good it looks.

The biggest dilemma everytime I get a haircut is whether or not to take a bath the day after I cut my hair and lose all it's blowdry goodness. But I figured I didn't have anywhere to go and anyone (important enough) to see my blowdried hair so I decided to wet my hair. Now, I'm disappointed with how it looks.

Since I couldn't just tie it now, whenever I go out, I'd have to spend more time on myself than usual. Unless I have it rebonded or relaxed. Which probably won't happen soon since I don't have the money for it.

...My. That was shallow.

#5. I usually hangout by my boyfriend's armpits when we're together.

#4. My favorite color is blue. When I got pregnant, though, I suddenly fell in love with the color pink. Now, almost all of my stuff are pink.

Seriously, what the fuck was that about?

So last night, while on my usual reading-back-tweets-and-checking-for-notifications ritual before I go to bed, I stumbled upon probably the most annoying thing a person could do:

My ex's current girlfriend added me on Facebook.

It would've been fine except I'm not a fan of friendships like this. Call me immature but I have a list of reasons why this kind of "friendship" wouldn't work (even if both me and my ex are over "us"):

1. Most probably, the one initiating this friendship has a vendetta against the other person. Rubbing it on the other person's face, showing off... Whatever it is, there is SOMETHING.
2. The exes shared something very intimate before that having any kind of relationship with the current one would be really...awkward. I mean, seeing my ex with another girl is one thing but getting an inside scoop as to what they do and how they do it is another.
3. The ex wouldn't want this if it happened to him.
4. It doesn't make sense. At all.
5. It's just plain rude on all three parties. It's like living with your husband and his ex.

If - and I doubt it - her intentions were clean, she probably wouldn't have sent a friend request right after she posted all the photos of the surprise birthday party my ex threw her. So, I did what felt natural and blocked her off my friends' list.

To my ex (who I know reads my blog), I'm pretty sure she's awesome because to get you to do something like that means she is but I don't think a "friendship" with her will work. It wouldn't make sense. To me, at least. I hope you understand.

Another peg...

#3. My longest relationship was seven years long.

IKR.

Not only do I want a fairytale wedding...

I guess it's safe to say that every girl has dreamt of the perfect wedding proposal. I know I have. I've fantasized of the day someone will ask me to be officially his. From the over the top, on-top-of-the world wedding proposal to the simplest one.

I used to want all the surprise. Fireworks, fancy dinners on top of tall ass buildings, proposals in front of hundreds of people. All those things in the movies. But now, I want a simple one. Prolly a proposal upon waking up in the morning (of course, with a kick-ass monologue from his side), in a nice place. A house by the beach would be the perfect location. And of course, with a really pretty ring. I wouldn't even care if we both have morning breath.

Actually, I really wouldn't care how the proposal will be. Just as long as my reaction will be like this:

#2. My name is Angela (with an I) when you spell it backwards.

#1. My name was supposed to be Gabrielle.

So, like what I've posted in my Twitter account...

I've decided to do the #100factsaboutme thing but I'll be doing it here, instead of in Twitter just 'cause.

Everytime.

my mom yells at me like

and i’m like:

and she’s like get rid of that attitude

and i’m like:

i didn’t even—