Often misjudged as being finicky but I’m merely the type who doesn’t overdress and wear too much make-up. Make-up is nice but I don’t believe in having everything from the glossies. I like to keep it simple, yet refined, to say the least. Being an Unica Hija, I practically grew up with all eyes on me, but, needless to say, I have my fair share of haters too. Naysayers never had any effect on me though, because I know what my flaws are and I embrace them. I really don’t care what people say about me anymore. I know who I am and the people close to me know who the real me is — and that’s enough for me. I simply do not have the energy or the time to deal with individuals who cannot extend pass their own little worlds. Love me, hate me: I don’t give a flying f*ck.

I am no crowd-pleaser. I keep a few friends and I can afford to lose one, but I’d rather not. I haven’t in a few years now. It’s progress in being a better person, I think. I consider myself one of those you can call a true friend — always ready to lend a shoulder and share tidbits of wisdom if needed (or not). I could be a little too forgiving and trusting, which is a weakness, because sometimes, people tend to take advantage of it. I can be your worst adversary as much as I can be your best friend. I can be quite the bitch when provoked, mind you. Being headstrong and self-opinionated, I always want things my way. You will never win an argument with me, as long as I am right. I’m feisty when I think people don’t treat me right, but I’m a sucker for sincere apologies. I know I tend to be contentious and irascible but I do know when to give in. I am picky when it comes to those whom I acquaint myself with and I am not the kind who’d be friends with everyone they meet, so unless we’re really close, do not expect me to talk to you first. If I like you, I’ll show it. If I don’t, you better start backing off. There is no in-between. Despite all those, I’ll have you know that I am a really, really nice person. It’s just that me being outspoken is misunderstood all the time. My morals can still be pretty questionable but I know I have my heart in the right place.

I’m a risk-taker. I do not play safe. Reality bites, so I deal with it. Life can’t be rewritten and I don’t have to be apologetic for the things I have done in the past. At times, my fickle-mindedness brings out the worst in me. I cry at the simplest reasons, I laugh at the most stupid things, I commit typographical errors, I stutter when I speak, I cuss a lot, I spill milk, I make my cooking salty, I sneeze without covering, I burp loud, I do gross stuff, I oversleep, I panic, I fall, I bleed. I am imperfect – which proves I’m only as human as you are.