Do you have any idea how much I want to strangle my sister right now? A week ago, she made a bowl of fruit salad that I vowed to be my dinner but somehow I managed to squeak in a real dinner which is NOT entirely nice because I was on a supposed diet. My sister simply said, "I should've placed cheese cubes." You know, that's what's cool about her, if I was at her place, I would have said I think fruit salad with cheese is nice but with cheese cubes is better. Do you think I should put quickmelt, mozarella or the other one? Of course, I don't have any idea what the difference between the cheeses are so I'm asking you. But if you think I can manage with my instincts, then I'll get the first I see. I hope you will like it. My sister simply said she wanted cheese cubes. Damn it, me and my paranoid self. I hoped that she will make another one. Anyway, my cook of a little sister left another bowl of fruit salad here at home (while she went to CCA to have her Summer Culinary Workshop which will last for a whole week).

You see, when the Gods wanted to punish you, they answer your prayers. In the case of the salad, they answered the prayer after I ate two pieces of chicken with the overly addictive sauce from Camelu's. But by now, the prayer have changed. I want to have none of the yummy food present at home, but oh God. I shall eat and go on the goddamned diet tomorrow.

And as if anythng could get worse, I want to further strangle Trish's wry neck for, for, fooling me. I've been reading this book (Confessions of the Not It Girl) since the 4th quarter but the smart subjects found a way to rid me of my book so I managed to wreck my neck for not being able to find it. I was frustrated and I prayed, real hard too, just so I could find it. But the Gods didn't hear me, they didn't even let go of their Greek little glasses and stepped down from Mt. Olympus' haven of alcoholic drinks to show me the light (i.e. where my book is.) Now that I forgot about the book and I have 32472837482 books to read, it miraculously appeared. It was behind my bed's headboard, it fell, apparently. And now I'm beginning to read it with the knowledge of the 2138719 spoilers my sister gave me because of the suspicion that I will never find it.

The girl named Jan (pronounced as Yahn, weird.) is the, err, protagonist. Have you watched Eurotrip? Well, it says right there that Jan (Yahn) is a German man's name and the guy (Scottie doesn't know, Scottie doesn't knoooooow) thought the name of the girl on the picture is Jan and the guy is Mieke. But Mieke is the girl and Jan is the boy. Anyway, to end the straying from my topic, I will get back to it. Jan liked this guy named Tom and then suddenly she liked this guy named Josh instead. Trish told me that the second guy (Josh) has a girl so Jan will find another guy instead. And I got totally bored coz I'm on page 68 and the guy hasn't materialized just yet. I know what I'm about to tell you is stupid, but I did what I'm about to tell you anyway. I looked at the last page coz Trish said Nasa dulo mo lang makikita na magkakatuluyan sila nung guy na sinasabi ko. So I checked the last page to know the name but guess what I saw? JOSH. Can I kill Trish now? She ruined the suspense of a really entertaining book. STRAAAAANGLEEEEE!

And yeah a while ago I had to go to Morong to have my measurements for the gown I'm wearing to my cousin-slash-friend's wedding. After 30 minutes of waiting, we finally got the message from the silent house with no sound at all, There's no one home, go away. And so we did. I got my chicken and as the car was about to enter the Memorial Park where kuya Intan and Amang Anyeng was burried, Mom called to tell us that Trish was going to be late. Well, I guess we had to postpone the lighting of candles. I can't believe they're dead, burried.

And yeah, Trish is now at her class, cooking what I percieve to be great food. I only remembered one thing from our visit to CCA to enroll her, she has to have a tupperware for the food she cooks. Now it's wonder why I remembered that, NOT. Because of course! I want to have a taste. He He. ;) And Trish and Mom forgot it? Tss. Good thing I'm alive. Conceited, much? HEY! I WANT THE FOOD OK? Ok.

Smile. Smile. Smile. I'm going to read the book despite the spoiled ending and I'm gonna watch Alyssa's OC 3 and then I'm eating more fruit salad with cheese cubes. Scratch that. I'm on a diet. Lala. Bye bye.

50 States. :>

Oh yeah, RBTL means read between the lines. And Purrei Jer means prayer. (See, the uncoolness of me, I had to explain that. Tss.) Jer, Jan, Yer, Yahn. I've done enough damage. :D