Tracking number EI417952911JP. Delivery failed due to absence. This sucks.

I guess I’ll just go sleep it off. I’m sure it won’t be long before I become a real resin girl.

いちご．．．(Ichigo…)

… am I hearing things?

Such a silly bunny you are. Thinking that you’ll only be a real girl just by ordering a body.

Have you been away for so long that you’ve forgotten believe such a thing as “mahou”– magic?

You have so much of it in you and it lies unawakened.

Just remove your bell and remember these magical words– “キラキラクリプリピョン！”

As long as you remember your magic, you can do anything– even become a real girl. But don’t forget that all magic has a limit.

You can’t be a girl any longer than three hours. After that, you’ll turn back into a rabbit. And if you use your magic too much, you’ll become weak.

Use your magic wisely, little strawberry bunny.

きをつけて。 (Take care.)

The next day…

キラキラクリプリピョン！

I-I can’t believe it… i-it really worked!

So, yes, Ichigo is a mahou shoujo bunny with Japanese roots. I’m not really sure who the fairy godmother is, but what I’m sure of is that we owe Lauren a lot for being an awesome “fairy godmother” for helping bring Ichigo and Ulalume home

At least you have this nightie with you. It would be embarassing to be a real girl for three hours and have nothing to go around in.

Thank you muchly, Lauren! And thanks to Almark, too, for Ichigo’s pink hair!

Also, if your computer (or you) can’t read Japanese text, Ichigo’s magical nonsense chant is “Kirakirakuripuripyon!”

I know someone watches over me.
I just don’t know who.

And when I try to remember,
I can’t recall anyone.

Huh…?

Where am I?

Who are you?

What are you?

Hee-hee-hee…

W-wait… what’s happening…?

I’m scared! HELP!

*giggle* Don’t you like them, Maven?

The cute (yet creepy) paper Readymechs are from Fwis.

Photos and posts from Pulp, ze pulp a.k.a Feliz. Dialogue by everyone behind her, literally.

Eek!

Don’t be afraid my little bamboo shoot, I’m here…

But– but–

You can trust me…

You scare me…

But I promise not to hurt you.

Actually, I want to give you something.

Dun-dun-duuuuun!

Eek!

Please don’t–

Nooooo!

And so the paranoid Muffle ran away from the straightforward Puffle.

Such a bad boy you are, Puffle! Scaring little Muffle like that!

What did you want to do to her, anyway?

I only wanted to give her a box of chocolates…

Sigh…

Too bad Muffle’s really paranoid.

It’s getting pretty lonely playing alone.

I wonder if my new roommate’s moved in yet…

It’s a quiet time here at the cemetery.

It feels like a comfort to be here, visiting those who have passed away.

And somehow, it makes me think that in visiting them, we get to begin the next year knowing that they’re still with us in spirit.

… I know there’s someone watching over me. I just don’t want to remember who.

It’s almost the end of the year and although I’ve lived here for nearly three months, I feel as if I’ve lived a year of experience.

Krishna never expected me to be this different. She always thought that I would be a quiet soul, comfortable with curling up with books and classical music. Actually, I do love those things very much.

But she never expected that I love going places and wearing coats most of the time. I love coats very much. They’re warm, but for me, they’re really comfy. And they look good on me, too! That’s why I like cold places like Tagaytay. Krishna tells me that Baguio’s a great cold place, too, but I haven’t gone there yet.

What she also didn’t expect that I would be so shy when I first came in. I… I still don’t like crowds, though. But I like making friends. I love ManikaManila, though. There’s so many great people there like Erii, Duende, Adel and Ate Nene and Ate Siomai!

Of course, there are also other people I’ve grown fond of, like Maven, my dormmate. You’ll get to meet her soon enough.

I look forward to next year! There are more experiences in store for me, I’m sure.

*”Ate” is Filipino for “big sister”, much like “oneesan” in Japanese means the same. I think I know the Chinese equivalent, but… uh… it escapes me all the time.

Hmm…

I wonder what would happen if I were to wake one day and find that I have turned into a bug?

Or for that matter, what if I were to wake one day and find myself to not be who I am now…?

Note: Words in italics indicate humming/singing.

Hmm…

Hmmm… (yawns)

I feel a bit… sleepy…

I don’t find anything wrong with resting a bit in between studies.

It’ll just be a few…

… minutes…

***

It’s not bad to finish things the next day… hmmmm…

They’re lovely, aren’t they?

These flowers for the dead…

To me, they have a sweet kind of sadness…

It’s a sadness I’m fond of.

It’s a sadness so poetic that it becomes beautiful.

It’s a beauty that I wish to hold.

But it is a fleeting beauty. A beauty only artists can capture.

And I am no artist.

I am just a fool who pieces words together.

It’s a funny feeling being surrounded by all this lovely music.

Such lovely music… yet, although my heart beats steadfast for the harmonious sound of blending voices…

… it’s quite sad to be sitting here, silent, feeling alone even when I’m surrounded by people.

But…

… love can be found in rather strange places. Like with the Toujin.

Ulalume spent a little day with Krishna during sembreak when she had Glee Club rehersals in Ateneo. On that same day, they ran into the Anime Club of Ateneo, the Toujin. They gave the little girl a lot of love. Much love back to them.