That’s right … I don’t like strawberries. I don’t eat any strawberry-flavored food most especially if it’s ice cream. Yay! The mere thought is enough to make me feel dizzy. I know a lot of people are saying that strawberries are sweet and that they taste really good and that good food brings back good memories but that’s just not my case 
Friends are often surprised everytime I tell them I’m not a fan of strawberries. Some are even annoyed saying I’m all that arte (choosy). I don’t know. Maybe it’s all in my mindset. When I was small, my parents would always have to bring me to PGH (Philippine General Hospital) because I was a sickling. Asthma, allergies, flu, etc. As far as I can recall, I hated the bitter taste of medicines so my mom and the nice nurse convinced me to take all those tablets and syrups by telling me that those are strawberry-flavored so the taste must be really good. And so I grew up with the idea that strawberries taste like medicine. To make it worse, their smell reminds me of the unpleasant atmosphere of a hospital. I know I sound strange and weird but it’s the truth.
I want to eat…
Vanilla macaroon ice cream. Lucky Me pancit canton. Sunny side up. Brownies. Cookies. Dulce de Leche cake. Black Forest cake. Spaghetti with lots of cheese and hotdogs. Hawaiin pizza. Squid balls. Calamares. Mom’s special caldereta. Lola Facunda’s arroz valenciana. Cadbury milk chocolate. Fried chicken with gravy. Jollibee’s yum burger. Fried rice with dried fish and tomatoes. Potato chips. Siomai. Cheese cake (all kinds of cake and ice cream). Piatos and Nova. French fries. Chicken/pork adobo. Indian mangoes with bagoong. Shrimp. Tuna flakes in oil. Corned beef. Pan de sal with condensed milk. Heart-shaped candies. Mayonnaise. Beef tapa. Bavarian and choco donuts.
I want to drink…
Carrot juice. Iced tea. Choco latte. Red wine. Pine apple juice. Yogurt. Magnolia chocolait. Coke. Milk. Mango shake. Red tea. Sago at gulaman. Cold water. San Mig Light. Yakult. Green tea. Coffee with sugar and cream. Milo with lots of ice. Buko juice. Avocado shake.
I want to wear…
Black bikini. Berry cherry lipstick. Princess-y wedding gown. Summer dress. High-cut boots. Winter coat. Baby doll blouses. Navy blue jeans. White polo. Floral skirt. Wedge sandals. Halter top. Pearl earrings. Tiara. Denim jacket. Knee-length shorts. Colorful flip flops. Eyelash extension. Vanilla scent perfume. Little black dress. High heels and flat shoes.
I want to kiss…
Anakin Skywalker. Brad Pitt. Günter Holzer. Dingdong Dantes. Mr. Arthur Choi of Coffee Prince.
I just want to…
Try belly dancing. Play with dolphins. Travel abroad alone. Ride an elephant. Own a blue volks wagen. Be a big-time blogger. Fall deeply in love. Buy a small house for my mom. Start a mini-grocery business with my brother and sister. Gaze at the stars every night until I grow old. Learn to swim. Learn to dance flamenco. Marry the man I love. Be the best homemaker. Be a mother. Live in a wooden house with glass windows and sliding doors. Go to a quiet beach every weekend. Stop midnight munchings! Blog forever. Daydream and never stop. Grow spiritually. Take up masteral degree in London, UK. Be myself. Be accepted for who I am. Be happy 
“Only ice cream? Sounds strange.”
That was the initial reaction of my friend when I told him that we’re going to have an ice cream party at our house on Sunday. Well, it’s not really a big party, just a small family gathering which we regularly do every weekend. My mom will cook our favorite dishes and then we’ll have ice cream for desert! But not just one flavor. Four! My brother’s treat He just started on a new job and it’s going to be like a celebration for him.
I think every member of the Vargas Family loves ice cream Mom’s favorite flavor is ube, Kally likes cheese, bro loves chocolate, and … do I need to tell my favorite? Of course vanilla but chocolate is second to my heart. I like plain and not too sweet. Unfortunately, I easily get a sore throat with rocky road, cookies and cream, and choco crumble.
I am really looking forward to Sunday