i’m going somewhere else.
and that’s
waaaay final!
well, not that final.
But for this time being, i already am firm upon my decision of having another account.
CIAO! (^-^)
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I’m not a strawberry FREEEEEEAAKKK!
Haha! I was gone for almost two weeks! I have terribly missed my blog. (*tears) Well it’s just that, during the past few days, I was on a state of equilibration and I was rationalizing between still having a blog or not. And guess what? I decided to still have it. Boooo-booo! :p
Anyhoo, what’s a come-back-to-life-post without an update of my recent adventures? Well, let’s see….
* Febe, Vieira and I had a bonding sesh at Vieira’s. Here are some crazy evidences of our thrilling-&-chilling-out:
kyut strawberries
three kyut weirdos
(Nail art by me)
* Last August 29 – to finally close the Buwan ng Wikang Pambansa Celebration – the SANGFIL organized a cooking contest entitled “Patikim”. So, as one of the class officers, I was assigned to make/invent/research/or simply copy paste from the www a rice recipe that would be our entry to the said contest. BTW, the theme of the contest was “Bigas ng Buhay” or something. Basta! Everything was about bigas, bigas, bigas. (I can’t believe that despite our country’s current issue about rice shortage, the SANGFIL still cooked-up [how appropriate!] a contest that would definitely put to waste kilos of bigas. Eeeek. Hail to those SANGFILS! Whatever SANGFIL means! Haha ) To make the long story short (minus the intensive research that I did) I presented my classmate with a recipe that I totally love…
Surprise! Surprise!
RICE CAKES WITH STRAWBERRIES
3 c. milk
2 c. Minute Rice, uncooked
1 tbsp. honey
1/2 tsp. salt
4 eggs, slightly beaten
1 qt. fresh strawberries, halved and sweetened
In saucepan, combine milk, rice, honey and salt. Cook over low heat, stirring occasionally, until all milk is absorbed and mixture thickens. Cool slightly. Add eggs; blend thoroughly.
For each cake, spoon about 1/4 cup mixture onto lightly buttered griddle or heavy skillet. Cook until brown on both sides. Top with halved, sweetened strawberries. Serves 8. (16 cakes)
Congratulations to our class, we got the 33rd award among the 32 participants. Haha, kidding! In other words, we lost and I didn’t even enjoy the cake! Losers! (with a capital L)
* Strawberry Snitch watched a ROC Play at UA&P.
Wheeeeeee! I soooooper love that experience! Let me give you the top five reasons why I love it:
5. The ticket was not pricey. For 50 pesos we were entitled to two (2) one-act plays and a cup of kopi! Haha. For real!
4. The theme of the two plays was DEATH. Isn’t that awesome? Yiheee. The first play was entitled Sacraments of the Dead and the second one was entitled Wayside Café.
3. I was able to get inside UA&P! Big achievement, eh?
2. The two main actors were kyuuuut! Soooper! (* *,)
1. I was with my friends!
Before we went to UA&P, the four of us (Febe, Grazhie, Vieira and I) met in Mega. It was decided we arrive there at 3 o’clock. Guess what? It was about 5:00 when we finally move from our meeting place (Dunkin Donut). Kukay was supposed to watch with us. It was just after 2 hours of waiting that she replied to our texts (and miskols and everything) that she wouldn’t be able to come with us.
But here’s the real catch, while waiting for Kukay, I found the real Mister Istroberi giving away Sugus Candies at the Ground Floor of SM Mega. Haha!
magasawang-ichigo
The thrill of lab at pers syt!
Remember Me
“Nothing happens by accident. We are born with so many breaths. When they’re used up, we die. Nothing can stop it.” – Peter in Remember Me, by Christopher Pike
I’m one who’s not afraid of death. My closest friends would even say that I have an obsession over it. I know it’s an unhealthy obsession but one shouldn’t think that I’m the type who would commit suicide. I might be curious over what really happens on that side of the fence when we die but I’m one who’s afraid of dying young and not being able to know what I could have done with my life. I’m scared of leaving behind people I love. If there’s one thing that I’m afraid of more that anything else, it’s Time. I’m scared I have so little time that I wouldn’t be able to do much so that people would remember me when I’m gone. I’m scared of being forgotten. I want to be remembered.
I know I’m not a good girl. I talk people behind their backs (admit it, who doesn’t?), I love gossip, I sometimes swear, I crush on someone’s boyfriend (and wish that girl to disappear), I don’t always respect authority (and people older than me), I sometimes feel dreamy during Sunday sermons and guess what? I’m not perfect. I know some people would secretly be happy when I’m gone but I think the feeling is mutual. Ha ha. Seriously, I don’t know what people would say during my wake.
“She’s such a nice girl it’s so nice she’s dead.”
“I’ll miss her. I’ll miss her obsession over strawberries. I’ll miss her stupidity. I’ll miss the bookworm in her. I’ll miss her, especially her temper tantrums.”
“Kristine Bernadette Nacion Ponciano? She’s so…..whatever.”
Okay, let’s put it this way. I don’t really care about people saying those things about me when I’m gone. I just want to have something to leave to people I care about before I go six feet under. I don’t want to stop existing when my heart resists beating. I want to continue on living even without a body, that is, in the hearts of people I love.
I know I’m not great enough to be remembered.
But hey, I’m sixteen and I’m young and I’m so full of life. There is still time to do the things I need to do.
I’m not planning to achieve great things to be remembered.
I just want to have little marks in this world.
Your heart is my next target.
Let me leave a mark in it, will you? 
i likeS it! (^_____^)
…ano? vexed ka sa wrong grammar ko? wag ka na KUMONTRA! Hinawaan lang ako niyan ni Febe. and I likeS it!!! (^_^)
ano namang sumapi sakin para mag hiatus? wala lang, gusto ko lang maekspiryens na mag-view ng weblogs tapos di nila alam na binibisita ko sila. atsaka, ansarap panuorin amagin ng blog ko. diba? i likeS it!! (^_^)
ano namang nangyari habang nahihimlay ako sa kama ng hiatus?
…sa wakas tapos na ang midterms week. so far, satisfied naman ako sa mga iskors ko. highest ako sa Educ 101 at sa Sociology. o diba? yung dalawang peborit subjects ko pa yan! at syempre ansaya dahil nakapag paimpress ako kay sir erik na prof ko sa sociology. hee hee (* *,) i likeS it!!
i was tagged by winkii. hmmm, pers tym ko ma-tag. at ito na yun:
Click copy/paste, type in your answers and tag four people in your lists! Don’t forget to change my answers to the questions with that of yours.
1. Four places I go to, over and over:
a. Powerbooks.
” Just can’t get enough of books. (^o~) ”
b. Booksale
” Where books cost as low as Php 5. i likeS it!! ”
c. Church
c. Church
” Where everything feels great. (~ ~.) ”
d. Educ Faculty
d. Educ Faculty
” Sino pa bang nasa Faculty? Edi Professors… ”
2. Four people who e-mail me regularly:
a. WordPress
b. Facebook
c. Friendster
d. Spams
c. Friendster
d. Spams
3. Four of my favorite places to eat:
a. KFC
” Walang kasing sarap ang Strawberry Fizz dito..”
b. Mcdo
” Masarap ang Strawberry Cheesecake dito..”
c. i love sushi
d. Home.
” Kahit na sawa na ko sa isda..”
4. Four places i’d rather be:
a. Strawberry Land
(aka Baguio)
b. My room
c. Educ Faculty Room
d. The Mall
5. Four TV shows I could watch over and over:
a. Coffee Prince
b. It Started with A Kiss
c. Hana Kimi (The Original) (^_^)
d. I’m Sorry I love YOu
6. Four people I think will respond:
The occupants of my blog: Spiders. My deepest thanks to them for creating cob-webs here while i was gone. They made my blog extra-invisible. i likeS it!! (^_^)
Wheaw. Dats it Polks. Have a terrif weekend.
Ps. i likeS it!! (* *,)
Abnoy (@.@) : ang saya maging abnoy
Wala na akong mahihiling pa. Ang sarap maging abnoy.
Hindi naman ako ganito dati. Piling normal naman ako noon. Lalo na siguro nung 1st to 3rd year ko sa RHS. Haha! 
Kahit na ba kultura na maging abnoy sa RHS, mas naging abnoy ako nang mapag-isa ako sa SJKHS.
Sa mga hindi nakakaalam ng rason kung bakit ako lumipat ng skul after ng first day of classes nung 4th year ako, wag niyo na ‘kong tanungin kung bakit. Mahihilo lang kayo dahil abnoy na ko simula nun. Walang kwentang rason lang. Eeer. Abnoy nga eh. Wag ka na kumontra.
Nung normal pa ako, ayoko masasabihan ako ng weird, syempre sino ba naman ang gusto nun noh? Pero ako, masayang-masaya slash kinikilig ako kapag ginagamit ang salitang iyan para idescribe ako. (* *,)
Nung normal pa ako, maliit na issue tungkol sakin nag lulupasay na ako sa pag-iyak. Mabilis akong masaktan. Pero ngayong big time abnoy na ‘ko, wala akong pakealam kahit ano pang issue ang lumabas about sakin. Soooo what?
Siguro mas naging mature ako nung naging abnoy ako. Dati ayaw ko mag-iisip ng mga bagay-bagay dahil sumasakit ang ulo ko. Pero narealize ko na ito pala ang remedy sa pag-sakit ng ulo ko. Ilang ulit ko bang sasabihin na masarap makinig ng pag-talbog-talbog ng mga bagay-bagay sa utak. Madalas ko ring kausapin ang aking sarili. At hindi lang basta-basta kinakausap ang sarili, okay? Inaaway at minsan sinasaktan ko pa ang sarili ko kapag naiinis ako sa kanya na si ako. Basta, abnoy nga eh. Wag ka na kumontra.
Masarap ding mag-sulat at mag-basa sa dilim. Oo alam ko, nakakasira ng mata -blah-blah, pero itry mo. Pag tulog na lahat ng kasama mo sa bahay, ilabas mo na ang flashlight at mag sulat ka. Kapag medyo nakaka adjust ka na sa darkness, wag ka na gumamit ng flash light. Promise! Masaya slash masarap gawin yan.
Siguro mas nakilala ko ang sarili ko dahil sa mga kakaibang ginagawa ko. Mas naintindihan ko kung bakit ako si ako.
Nakatulong din siguro sa paglalala ng abnoyness ko ay nung iwan ako ng mga ate kong mag-isa. Dati kasi super ASA! ako sa kanila when it comes to my decisions. Ngayong nakatira na sila sa ibang lugar at mag-isa nga lang ako sa kwarto dahil nga wala na sila ay mas nagkaroon ako ng time iexplore ang laman ng utak at konsensya ko.
Basta. Marami akong natutunan dahil sa pagiging abnoy ko.
PS. Nanaginip ako nung isang araw. Murder Dream! Hindi nga ako makahinga pag-gising ko eh. Si super abnoy bff fyds kasi hinawaan ako ng bad-dream syndrome niya eh.
Pps. Nakausap ko si Prof. Darwin nang masinsinan nung july 28. lab it. (^o~)
Anti Mura
”How Cheap the Mura”
Haii nako. Ilang oras lang ang itinagal ko sa Cuneta Astrodome, dahil ilang oras lang din akong nakatiis sa walang humpay na pag-mumura ng lalaking pangit na naka-upo sa likod ko. Argh. Ang lutong-lutong mag-mura. Akala mo wala ng bukas. Ginawa ng period ang P*^&%$I&*^@ . Nako. Kung andun ka, binuhusan mo na siya ng mainit na tubig para lang mag-tigil. Nakakainis talaga. Nakakainis.
Bakit ba kasi may mga taong ang hilig mag-mura? Ang alam ko kasi, nakakapagmura ang tao dala ng masidhing emosyon. Eh bakit may mga tao na hindi mapigilan ang sarili? Yun nga, yung tipong bawat pangungusap ay nakakalimang mura siya. Maiintindihan ko pa sana kung dahil sa matinding frustration ay mapamura ang isang tao ng malutong. Eh yung dala lang tuwa? Pwede naman sabihin, ”WOW!”. Kesa, P&*^%$*&()*%^. Haii nako.
Nako. Baka naman sabihin niyo, nagmamalinis ako masyado. Oo minsan napapamura ako, pero yung english naman. Hindi yun nakakarindi sa tenga noh. Atsaka, hindi naman yung ginawa ko ng period yung mura. Plus, nung high school lang yun. Ngayon wala na talaga.
Baka naman ngayon tumataas na ang kilay mo dahil akala mo may pinapatamaan ako sa post na ‘toh. Oo meron! Yung lalaki sa Cuneta! Ha ha.
Seriously, wala naman talaga akong pinapatamaan. Nilalabas ko lang ang hinanakit ko kay lalaking-pangit-sa-cuneta na sumira ng araw ko. Argh. :X
PS. Ui! May hindi yata ako binanggit na tao sa post ko.
