I started my day with so much euphoria last sunday. I prepared 4 boxes and cleaned up my room. This time, cleaning up means organizing books, dvds, clothes, dresses,
joms’s supplies (crayons, pencils, bond papers, poster colors, paint brushes, colored pens etc). Things from my kiddie world will go onto boxes and unwanted extras will go on trash can. This shipshape day is hard for me. To think that almost every part of my good, bad, childhood memories will locked up in a squared shaped carton. But the most exciting thing happened was that I was able to reminisce every little piece my hand have touched.
1. Bracket and Retainers - Yup! I look like as if I am a nerd when I was in high school. I wore brackets for two years because I have a combination of underbite and overjet teeth (eow!). Good thing, my ortho says that my teeth are still immature that it can be treated at once. After that I had my retainers until college. As Moi always told me, my teeth is the most expensive part of my body because during my silver teeth days, I have to visit my ortho once every month and as foolish and stubborn girl as I am, my ortho always needs to put the brackets back together because I (always) accidentally unattached my brackets caused by eating gums, caramel popcorns and steaks. In addition, I had my extractions (where 3 of my wisdom teeth were taken off) last 2005 all at once! Until now, I never missed the twice a year teeth cleaning day with my dentist. I love my teeth. They are strong, shiny and always smiling.
2. Love letters - Chubby Girl during high school years. I don’t get it. Why do I have to received these.
3. Random Letters - though emails are more practiced these days I appreciate receiving snail mails still.
Fact: When I was younger, Moi and I loves giving letters. With a words like “tke cre coz I cre” and “I lov you so many”. I wonder why it stopped when I reached my 20s.
4. Coursage - from my prom date! My cousin kuya Nyro. Haha. I have this phobia you know. I don’t know what you may call it, but it is terrible true. I have this inferiority when I was younger that even if I said yes to a prospect date, I am thinking that he won’t show up because I am feeling ugly sort of things.
5. First Communion Certificate - 8 years old when I had my first communion. I was dressed in white with veil.
6. Dried Flowers - They are still alive (and dried) inside my closet. They are still beautiful and as romantic as ever. I just don’t know what to say. They are full of good memories even if they are bad enough to remember.
7. Wrappers - I am self-confessed scavenger! I never thought that I was able to keep so much junk. They are candy wrappers, gift wrappers and food wrappers. I can’t believe they are stucked in my closet for years. From lovers, friends, family and acquaintances. What can I say, I have so much EQ. I am just lucky that a soldier of ants were not able to find out about my hidden treasures. Still, I kept these junks inside my memory box. Worth every trash.
8. 18th Birthday thinggies - candles, banner (with my chubby picture in it), 18 dried white roses, displayed banner in my cake, ribbons. All that.
9. Watches - I collect watches. More specifically, BIG watches when I was younger.
10. Certficicates - It may sounds crazy but yes, I am a consistent conduct awardee in highschool. Hehe. I also had this “Best in conduct” award. True. You see, when I was in my in high school years, I belong to this popular group called “Dyes”. Obviously we’re ten (10). Pretty, amazingly great girls and as definition goes to Popular means — boys, boys and boys. Unfortunately, I am the the one who left studying and burdening myself to books. And boys means tragedy (see #4). They call me “martial” for I am afraid when the bell rang signalling that it is time for class etc. I compete for declamation, figurative speech and oration. I should always have an assignment and so much into notes. Belonged to 10% of the graduating class of 2001. I also became a dean’s lister and became a member of KATAGA (Kapatiran ng Talino at Galing) when I am completing my bachelor’s degree.
11. Pictures - Bunch and bunch of them. Those smiles and funny gestures. I put them in a seperate box. Maybe when time premits, I could may albums and scrapbooks. A must do activity.
12. PNR Tickets - I am living in Paranaque. My school was in Sta. Mesa Manila. To get there I must complete a 3 to 4 commute rides in which my traveling time takes 2 long hours. It was really stressful in my case. My parents never allowed me to stay as a bed spacer or in a dormitory instead everyday requires me to come to school and go home sweet home stressed. But there is a faster way, that is to take PNR (Philippine National Railway) from Bicutan station to Sta. Mesa station and traveling will only take 30-45 minutes. There were so many first time experiences I encountered from this ride. Those time, there are many of our unfortunate brothers and sisters living on the side the railway. Some throw there trash inside the train that has yucky stuff. Some throw a liquid something inside while the train is still moving. There this time that we (with my fellow classmates) experienced someone where her bag was being snatched by this someone who was holding an i
ce pick in his hand. But seriously, the ride is fun. The fair is cheap only 7.50php and for studs 7.00php. Until now, I am still looking forward on riding this train.
Fact 1: Have you ever experienced riding on a trolley? Oh well. I did! And still will do.
Fact 2: I have this thing about tickets. I always keep them somewhere I please. Airline tickets, bus tickets, where ever tickets.
The cleaning also includes a never ending list of my important “trash”. The hair ribbons my Moi used to put in my hair when I was a kid. The pellet gun, little robots and tanks my Poi gave me. The papel-de-hapon, manila paper, glitters, colored paste and other supplies that surprisingly being kept inside my closet. The paper bags that I madly kept because of buying in an expensive shop once and telling myself that it won’t happen again, it serves as a souvenir. The dress my grandmommy wore when she stayed in the hospital before she died.
Later that day, when so much dust caused my nose turned into red, sneezing became one of the popular tracks in the house and as if I cried in so much pain. I still manage to organize my thinggies and discovered I have too much.
Every piece means a lot. My moi says I should give up those throw them up. I am sentimental, I am proud of that fact. That’s why I used boxes to keep my memories alive.
For the celebration of my 100th blog entry. I am dedicating this to my one and only idol…I am an addict on her. Some may call her Shawie, some call her Mega or The Megastar but for me she will always stay as 
You all made me smile. Until now, you all occupy a special piece of me. The mastermind? Of course, my one and only Zeus — My Honey Keko
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While waiting for friends last saturday in Serendra, I decided to sit back and play with my Mario plus fill my cravings for a cupcake. I first stopped in Cupcakes by Sonja’s but things on my mind bounced and move out to find another pastry that could tickle me. Then came Marta. She made me give up competing with Boucer, instead she let me sit back, relax and design my own cookies and cupcakes. Marta’s Cake is a little place which has little tables and chairs where kids (and adults! 
) can decorate their love in cupcakes and cookies. For only 90php kiddies and kids at heart can enjoy choices of two (2) cupcakes (or two cookies). Marta’s crew will provide the colored icings, marshies, choco candies and sprinkles.
. So I decided to list mine. Ready, get set.. Go!