Update to the life of ever loving Prince Strawberry

Missing; Safe House

Well, Missing;Safe House is one book of the series Missing by Meg Cabot writing as Jenny Carroll. Whoah, I didn’t know that Meg Cabot sort of writes using different names but this book by her is absolutely cute. Since I’m no good at making book reviews like this, let me just tell you that Meg Cabot is a very cute author. She writes very well and I’m one of her
number one fans. And oh, greet her too a happy birthday on February 1. Didn’t I tell you we share the same birthday?

Greet me a Merry Christmas, HO Ho HO

Can you feel the Christmas season by now? Brrrrrrr…I’ve just finished my Christmas Shopping which was a sort of a tribute to books at the BOOKSALE store at SM Mega mall, near Time Zone. Well, this was because the gifts I bought for my five friends were nothing but books. Our friendship circle happened to be obsessed with books. Book worms, I mean.

Identity Crisis is eating the good out of me.

Who would ever suspect that me, the super kikay girl who had boys after her would end up (at least for this time being) being bugged by her own inner self by a question that is perfectly absurd. “Am I, for some weird reason,BisexuaL?”Hhhhm, it’s not like everyday that your inner being ask you this kind f question. People might have not notice that I have changed physically but mentally I’ve changed, BIG TIME. You could talk to me and know why.

And what on earth was on my mind to expose my whole,I’m-liking-Gail-issue? It’s not like I wanted her to know and be totally aloof with me if ever we bump into each other. And that just happened last December 21 at Febs and 3 of my other friends’ Xmas party. Uhmm, I happened to pass by because we’re going to have a ritual of gift giving at Febs’ place afterwards. So it happened, Gail walked by and I could swear that I felt that she feels awkwardly-bleeching at the sight of me. Well, what could I do?Smile and tell her that what I last needed is a You-are-not-supposed-to-be-here-girl-lover feeling rubbed on me? No and No. It’s totally heartbreaking. Not the part where Gail was totally aloof with me but this identity crisis that is throwing me off the road. If you would ask me, I’m not head-over-heels with Gail. It was just a matter of liking her, in one way or another. I’m not planning to attack her and give her a good punch in the face and rape her. (bleech) It was so unlike me. Ew.

Happy Strawberry New Year!

I woke up January 1, 2008 at 8 am and read messages saying things like, “Ponci, Happy New Year!”. Whoah. What was I doing last midnight? Hu hu hu. I was sleeping while the whole world is popping-bopping-with-fireworks. Oh no. I missed the fireworks and
everything. The sleeping bug ate me. Gimme some energy!

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End of the show.
 

Who put Sumi in the Cookie Jar?

( a one-incident story)

By: Strawberry Baby

The day I found Sumi in the cookie jar, Ireen had planned that the three of us would go to the park and play some games before she goes to school. Well, Ireen had been my one and only sister as Sumi had been a boy. I woke up pretty excited and went straight to her room to tell her that it’s time to wake up. She was still wearing her school uniform which was like that of a nurse because I heard her come home last night pretty late. I was on her bed and was completely concentrating in the act of waking her up when her cellphone rang. That made her wake up.
 She saw me but she frowned in the sight of me. She told me to go away first and picked up her cellphone and smiled when she heard the sound of the voice on the other line. I don’t know who the hell it was but I honestly hate cellphones. For me, it’s a party pooper.
 I was sitting on the chair in the balcony when Yaya Josie came. She gave me some breakfast and my composure came back when I saw that she prepared my favorite food. That’s when I remembered Sumi. Where the heck could Sumi be?
 I asked Yaya Josie where Sumi could have been but she told me to just finish eating. I thought it’s completely absurd for Sumi to not be around during breakfast time and especially today when Ireen promised to go to the park. I finished my breakfast and started looking for Sumi.
 Well, Sumi and I had been together practically all our lives because we were twins. I happened to be a girl and he a boy. We both had emerald eyes and we both had the same color. We were identical twins.
 I went to Sumi’s favorite places but did not found him there. I shouted “Sumi” several times but still can’t find him. By that time, I was getting quite worried.
 I decided to go to Ireen to tell her I won’t come with her to the park. When I arrived at her room, she was at the bath room and was taking a bath. Her things were scattered on the bed.
 Something quite told me that I should look inside her bag. Well, it was like a premonition when I smelled cookies. I am obsessed with cookies and ransacked her bag for some. That’s when I saw the cookie jar.
 Inside was Sumi. What is he doing in there?
 He was motion less but his eyes were staring straight at me.
 What happened to him?
 It was when I saw the dissecting tools in Ireen’s bag and another cookie jar. She came out of the bath room and saw me. She was coming near me when I decided to go out her room, their house and their subdivision.
 I’m not coming near her again. She’s a monster.
 She dissected Sumi and is planning to dissect me, too. I maybe a cat but I have brains, too.
 
 Ireen put Sumi in the cookie jar.

Strawberry Saturday

Well. I’m obsessed again. And of many things to be exact.

I’m suppeeeeer Obsessed with Strawberries. As in!! I’m currently collecting Strawberry stuffs.

 

 

And I’m xooo glad that my xuper-blood-pumping-system is not broken anymore. Wheeee. Bff and I are already even. See the power of P-R-A-Y-E-R? It works.

And I’m obsessed with a guy named ALBERT.

Does a broken heart fix itself?

I’m sorry but I’m not talking about a guy here. I’m talking about a girl and I was in love with her.

She was with me through almost everything. She saw me though my ups and downs. And I quite think that I saw her through hers too. We were almost sisters. She knows when I’m mad, I know when she’s mad.  It seems that we were one soul living in two different bodies. I can say that it was too mutual.

But everything turned chaotic (and everything does) when we lost track of each other. It was a hard game. We read each other’s gm (group message) and because we have no real conversation, we thought lots of wrong things with each other. I needn’t count those times when I was so mad with her that I almost forgot that we were supposed to stick to each other. I jumped into many conclusions. And I think she did too. I learned from one of her friends what she thought about me. And I can say that she thought that I am not really concern with her. It still hurts me now whenever I remember that. I think she thinks of me a flirt. And everybody knows what I feel about that F-word. Brrrrrrr…..

Now my heart is soooooo broken. Will it fix itself? 

D-E-A-T-H is Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice

(Suicide not condisidered)

Many dread the idea of death. Some even fear it. I’m not cult, satanist or whatever but I’m obsessed with the idea of death. I love it and it makes my spines quiver with excitement. I await that special moment of dying, stopping of heartbeat and of finally resting in peace forever. I do not fear death but instead I fear for the people I have to leave upon dying.

Nobody gets out of life alive.
As a Christian, I learned that by accepting Jesus in my life, I am assured of the glories of heaven, and I am thus saved from the Inferno. Having Jesus in my blood pumping system gives me unique strenght that no other being can give. And that started it all. I started to see death as a gift; an assurance that there really is life in heaven. The idea of staying on earth forever makes me bleech. Our world is a dreadful place. We get pressure from teachers, scold from parents, betrayals from friends, you name it. But even if this world seem to offer us only the worst things one can imagine, these heartbreaking truths are created to make us stronger. It makes us feel the love of God. Who would be with us in the end after all? Only He can do that.

Expectations make life quite spicy.
You wake up in the morning and expect to have a good day. You expect to have high score in tests, fun with friends, chit-chat with classmates, romantic moments with lovers….but no one expects to die. (Not unless you’re a cancer patient or having death threats) Expectation to die is an exceptional feeling. And I am one exceptional being.

God made salvation by grace and not by works so that no one will boast.
Why were we created by the Great Maker, after all? Are we to please people? Ourselves? or Him? He’s the master of everything and that goes to show that we were created only for His pleasure. We live and do good deeds to please Him. But the question is that who would you please if He isn’t with you? If He isn’t in your life? If He isn’t your one and only Savior? Think about this; We do not please other people’s parents, only our parents. And that is the same with God and Us, we cannot please Him if we are not in Him. And that does not mean we get accepted to heaven by good deeds, after all, what parent would love his child just because the kid is an honor student? The point is that, God first loved us and all we ought to do is love Him back. By doing so, we claim the riches of heaven. And as God planned our lives, He also planned our deaths so we’ll be with Him again. Death is not scary, it’s a happy feeling.

Only those with the Savior in their heart is not afraid of death. I’m not afraid, are you?

(p.s I wrote this article for the obituary section of our school paper. Nah-Just joking. It’s a feature article )

I’m goint to feel like an idiot..

Wheaw. I don’t know what to do now!! Help me! T_T My super cool Mapeh teacher is giving us a practical exam. And guess what?..We’re supposed to dance tomorrow without music, with costume and a certain emotion. T_T Heeeeeelp. I’m going to look like a total idiot.

To be continued

The following scenes may not be suitable for very young audiences….

Parental Guidance is a REAL must!!

This is the product of our photo sessions last Saturday. Hahaha. We took lots of not-so-conservative pics to satisfy ourselves. I hope you don’t give the impression that we always do “dirty” things. Ha-ha xD

Please. Wag nio na pintasan yung legs ko. Oo, alam kong malaki. T_T

“There’s Always Time For Everything….”

And I’m over my temporary hiatus.

Well, it wasn’t really a supposed-to-be hiatus. I just found myself bored and not-in-the-mood to type an entry on my blog.
So it just happened, I was on a temporary hiatus. But it’s okay, this time I have a lot to write about.

The supposed-to-be Kris-Just loveteam is now out of sight. I’ve learned the hard way that love the second time around isn’t
really sweeter. In my case, it’s bitter. I had regrets and realized that I should have known them from my first time around.
I should have known what could have happened. (have you noticed how i use the phrase supposed-to be?? )Ummmm…Regret is a bitter pill.

I ought to digress.

So what am I up to these days? Well, I’m really-really-really into;

*the color GRAY – wheaw, I’m uber addicted to the color and I want to have a shopping spree and fill shopping bags with everything gray!
Everybody knows that I’m supposed to be interested with the color Pinkkkkk but now I had a current change of mind. I LUUUUV GRAY!

*the THE VIRGIN SUICIDES- every review that I read about this book has always something to say about it’s haunting-side-effect. Brrr..
I’m really itching to have my hands on this book. Somebody be generous and buy me this one….(my b-day is coming!!! hahaha)

*the F-ing word- well, don’t ask me why. I just found myself obsessed with the f-ing word. Brrr…pray that i get over it soon!!

*Chinese characters- …it runs in the blood (hahaha)

*a ponytail- wheaw!! I’m so happy my hair is long enough to be ponytailed. My pony days are soon coming back… I luuuuuvv it!!!

*my bed- I just luuuv sleeping I can’t get enough of my bed….

*dreams- I fortunately have them every night. And I remember everything!!

Ummmmmm…I think that’s all but still I think I lack something. Well, my memory has no big space so I think I just forgot some.

I’m obsessed!

manunulot

i’m being deprived of my happiness again.

The addiction.

 

Rubix has since caught my attention and now i’m on the zenith of practicing how to solve it. It really is not that complicated but my memorizing power does not serve me right. It is unfair that I should memorize the moves, oh how I would love to master this “game”. Well, it isn’t that bad anyway because I am now good in fixing the first and second layers. One more way to go!

Maybe it’s not right for me to talk about what happened last night. I was distressed.
 I’ll give you a hint; I tried not to flood the whole church with my tears. Thank God I didn’t.