mixed.

Dang wants a Kuya. Dang is tired of sacrificing for her siblings. Dang now wants to know how it feels to have someone who'd sacrifice for her.

Dang hates broken promises. Dang doesn't like being left hanging.

Dang doesn't want to be the cause of trouble or conflict between two people. Dang is confused.

Dang thinks she worries too much. :|

NOT!

I hate it when people say I look like Ma'am Khan.

I FREAKING DON'T!

And I don't like it either when people sing my name to the tune of Disturbia or Bandila.

UGH.

Name disputes.

Hate them.

Eggs.

I like my eggs well done.
I seldom eat soft-boiled eggs or what we call malasado in Filipino.
And I do not eat fried eggs (sunny side up) when the yolk is not cooked.

Eew salmonella. :))

X.

I hate it when my hair super smells of smoke.

I've noticed.

I think I'm good at protecting other people, especially my friends. From all sorts of things.
However, I think I'm a failure at doing so for myself.

And I don't know how to feel for this. :|