The Kris Aquino, James Yap and Hope Centeno story was aired last week from various television stations. And here in our office, we have a debate of some sort of our own. Some are symphatetic with Kris, some blames Hope and others blame James for being honest. They said they men shouldn’t confess his monkey business no matter what. My father goes by the same law. 

But let me ask you this, IS HONESTY WRONG? I asked the room and they all fell silent.

This made me think of my own relationship with my soon to be husband. I choose that if ever that he will do such thing (He vouched he will never do and I believe him), I prefer that he tell me soonest it happened. Why? I prefer knowing it first so I could protect myself from gossip, ridicule of other people who loves discovering terrible things about you. I couldn’t stand being proud and all, while other people are talking behind your back. But beng honest is still different from holding back some information right? but the line is very thin. One I believe should be careful from that as that attitude might hurt you or somebody else.

Anyways, Honesty still works fine for me. In everything I do, I try to be honest, nice and frank at the same time. If I do get hurt, I am now stronger than I used to and can pick up myself more easily now.

Suddenly, this came over me this morning.

I LIKE FLOWERS.  I’ve been denying myself of flowers since I don’t know when. I was convincing myself that they are a waste of money ( as I am a practical person ), but still when I see other people receive one, I couldn’t help but sigh. My favorites are daisies, tulips and orchids. But actually, any flower will do. I love flowers.

I LOVE COLORS. I am always the colorful person. I love pinks, purples, bluegreens (aquamarine if you like), yellows, oranges, greens, blues etc. However, there was a time that I was into black.

I LIKE BREADS.  I love them more than rice. I could eat bread alone for months. I like gralic bread, wheat bread, muffins, short breads, white breads with peanut butter and banana, and french breads.

I LOVE ICE CREAMS. I could make pass on a chocolate cake but never on a chocolate ice cream!

I LOVE HUGS & KISSES! No, not the chocolate one but the warmth and feelings of a good hug and kiss from your very love ones.

I AM CRAZY OVER BOOKS! If I could wear my books, I wouldn’t wear the same outfit for the whole year. I would spend my Php 2000.00 (USD 40.00) on  a book than a blouse on the mall. Why? I couldn’t help it. I’m still a controlled bibliophile.

I LIKE CHINESE/JAPANESE THINGS. I couldn’t help but felt awe at the artistic way many of the japanese and chinese stuffs are made. I am very engrossed right now with Kimono’s and the way they are styled and made. I am also going crazy over chinese lanterns that I’ve been mooning over since gradeschool.

I LOVE ARTS & CRAFTS. I can draw first before I learned how to write. I remember I would draw our house and the people in it. I would also draw on anything even on our wooden closet. I have this skill of putting two or more colors together without making the person’s eye looking at it swell. I could do sewing, crocheting, cross stich, paper toile etc. etc. all day long.

I LOVE SCHOOL In other words, I am a geek.

I LIKE GARDENING.  I am interested in this art since I was in gradeschool. Unfortunately, I haven’t found time yet to do so.

I LOVE SMALL TOYS. Some prefer toys to be bigger, the better. I rather have been all put up in a big basket.

I LOVE H! It changed my life. Before, I avoid photos, gatherings, any opportunity that requires me to show up. I used to hate myself and nurse a very low self-confidence. Thanks to H, I could pose to the camera without having a thought that somebody is making fun of me.

I LOVE ANIME. I could watch anime all day long.

I LOVE DENNIS. I would never love any other man, ever. And I am lucky to be married to him soon.

I LOVE TOFU! I could eat tofu every day. Fried tofu, Steamed tofu, Tofu with egg etc.

I could write things about what I don’t like but somehow, writing things in a positive way is much better.

 Note that these are just a few of what I love.

The sun is shining brightly outside, but for us, its a cloudy day. Its been thirteen years since mom passed away. What am I feeling now? I am not sure. I’ve been talking about mom and stuffs these couple of few days. With all the laughter, somehow, a part of me just feel empty.