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What?Is that all you’ve got to say?

What? You’re rubbing me the wrong way.

See your lips moving

But I don’t catch a word you say

Shut up your chatter

I need for you to go away

Chorus:

And all i hear is Ay ya ya ya ya

you’re talking way too much

i can’t even hear me now

all your noise is messin’ with my head

you’re in my head

GET OUTTA MY HEAD

Refrain:

Outta my, outta my head

Want you outta my head

Outta my, outta my head

Get outta my head

Outta my , outta my head

Want you outta my head

Outta my , outta my head

Just what i said

What? You looking at me for?

 Show me respect or i will show you the door

(Get out that door)

Lately i’ve got a problem with the way you behave

You’re too much

And all your questions don’t leave me time for me

BRIDGE:

All your opinions, keep them to yourself

Just let me think so i can hear myself

wouldn’t it be nice if i could just go solo, take the day off

i’d be alright if you would just leave me to it,

 BACK THE HECK OUT

Ay ya ya ya ya you’re talkin’ way too much

you tell me one more time how i should live

i swear i’ll bite your head off

i am who i am & i can’t be no one else

 YOU’VE GOT NOTHING NICE TO SAY,

KEEP YOUR COMMENTS TO YOURSELF

He likes me.

Oh, and anyway, HE LOVES ME, period.

Ps.
Hey HSS, we’re not yet done.
PPS.
That’s an effin threat.

PPPS.
Strawberry Snitch WEBLOG soon to open!! Yay!

Yeah. You don’t have to look far, anyway, who’s been appearing on my blog this past few days?

The answer is a 5-letter name.

Ps.

Sasuke lubdubs Strawberry

kevin                                                                          josam

Ako lang ba ang nakakapansin oh magkamukha talaga sila?

I took the PLP (Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Pasig) entrance exam last Saturday. I dunno what the effin way I should feel because my parents have decided (without me) that I’m going to study at PLP. Think about it; my friends have grand plans to study at Manila, QC and the likes while I’m going be stuck here in Pasig for the rest of my college days. How sad. I prayed about my Bible school plans but it seems that God has a different plan for me. Well, God made me feel excited about studying at PLP. Why? The answer is a six letter word.

D-A-R-W-I-N

Yes! I’m crushing on my sister’s prof. who’s going to be my prof.,too,in the near future.

OMG. I’ve totally lost my sanity.

Viveka

That is Viveka. The girl who influenced me to be a strawberry addictus and showed me that I could actually flaunt my weird side because it is actually cute.

Well, I’ve been viewing her profile since last summer (or so I think) and the results were quite funny. She’d view me back, I’d view her again and she won’t view me back. I was secretely crushing on her and adored her like a kid would a lollipop. Fyds told me we looked a like in some little ways and I took it as a compliment.

Then now, the biggest shock (ness) of my life is when she ACTUALLY added me as a friend!!! I’m not only thrilled but I am suppppppppeeeerrrrr glad (ness) that she’s the one who gave the friend request and I didn’t. Whoaw. View her on my featured friends.

The search for the new boylet

I’ve already desperately asked two persons to find me a new boylet and there’s no result yet if I’m going to be paired up with someone new since all my old boylets have just been transferred to my bff vieira. Which leaves me with no choice but to hunt for a new one or else I would have to settle for girls. I’ve been loveless for 5 months and I don’t think a little fling won’t be bad. Would it?

Text me at 09104367942 :<

A – Age: sweet 16

B – Bad behavior: I’m obsessed about being lazy

C – Cellfone number: 09104367942

D – Dreams-to-be-a: Teacher!

F – (im) Friends with: Febe, Grazhie, Gezella, Vieira and Kukai.

G – Gimme this: Strawberry stuffs.:)

H – Has no BF

I – I’m a crybaby

J – Junk food you like: Potato Chips Nori (nuri? whatever) flavor.

K – Kid stuff that I love: Hair clips.

L – Longest Ride Ever: So far, the trip to Bicol. Wheaw. 10 hours. Grabe, my butt hurt from too much sitting.

N – Names of your future kids: Sam. Viveka. Gail. Isangchi. Strawberry. Wahahaha. I just wish they don’t get teased.

O – One wish you have now: To buy a new cellphone. (ung may cam na. hu hu hu)

P – Phobias: Heights.

Q – Quote: Live life to the fullest.

R- Reasons to smile – Things I’m obsessed with. (e.g strawberries, kid stuffs,…)

S – Sleeping Time: 10:00pm to 4:30 am and 2:00 pm to 5:00 pm

T – Time to Wake U Up: 4:30 am

U – Unknown Facts About You: I love to be teased.

V – Vegetable You Hate: Ampalaya. Totally ew.

W – Worst Habit: Sleeping in very weird positions.

X – X-rays You’ve Had: nA dah.

Y – Yummy Foods: pizza, spag, carbonara, bread with strawberry flavor dairy cream, french creads, garlic bread…(hmm, I’m a bread person)

Z – Zodiac sign – Aquarius.

Days, maybe a week, before this ‘tragic’ suicide, Memeha acted pretty weird. He had been out and about which he did not usually do before he met his charming princess– Barbie G.–during our pictorial.

Pictorial. That’s what I actually call it. The day I got my very first digicam, I goofed around Memeha and took pictures of ourselves and some solos of him. I immediately transferred the pictures to the computer. I was browsing through the shots when I saw a pic of Memeha with a ‘Barbie-like-thingy’ beside him. I totally had goosebumps but tried to believe that it was just a product of some mislighting or whatever. But after that pictorial with him, as I’ve said, he acted quite weird.

He would stay in the basement for hours and hours and would only come out again when food was ready. He rarely played with his best friend Kewpie and even fought with him when they were together. One day, I decided to check on him at the basement to see what he’s busy with. My spines quivered when I saw him running around like he’s playing with someone else. I traced back my steps and took my digicam with me. Quietly, I went back to the basement and carefully took a shot of Memeha. Silly me, I forgot to turn the flash off. Memeha then looked at me angrily. It looked like he was about to attack me. But to some unknown reasons, he just shrugged (duh, as if cats could ACTUALLY shrug) and walked away. I, on the other hand, walked upstairs and transferred the shot to the computer. What I saw gave me a total reason to get waay creepy. Playing with Memeha in the shot was Barbie G.

Well, I didn’t know how I got the name Barbie G. The ghost just looked like a Barbie, that’s all. It was as small as a Barbie doll, has the looks of a Barbie doll, everything! And I was certain it was a ghost because I cannot see it. Maybe it was a magical Barbie doll who can become invisible. Poof. Silly. Silly. Silly.

After that, I would hear noises at the basement at night. Days passed and soon Memeha turned like a ghost himself. He rarely played with me anymore. I actually missed our goofing moments. But on the other hand I was happy for Memeha because he found love. Love? How did I know it was love?

As I was staring at his lifeless body at the basement, I thought about what gave Memeha a reason to kill himself. About what made Memeha leave his cozy life as a cat. The milk sessions, the cushion he loves to sleep in, the little sand box where he poops, well, he had things  more than what a cat needed. Then I tried to think farther than what he needed, and I realized that he followed what he loved. In some ways, I envy Memeha because he found love. When could I ever find mine?

So, what is the Barbie like thingy beside him? It wasn’t there of course when I took his picture. Wa. Creepy!!!!

I was thinking of food when I saw “The newly openned food stand” near our school. “The newly openned food stand” spelled, H-o-n-g-k-o-n-g-s-t-y-l-e-n-o-o-d-l-e-s aka HEAVEN.
Good heavens! I almost jumped for joy. No more ‘please-buy-me-HKnoodles’ dramas to my sister Voncy because now I would be able to eat my favorite food everyday. Whoah.
Thank God for HK style noodles!! Whiiiiii. I really am happy and because of that, I dedicate the following pictures to the best food in the world (in my very absurd opinion)- HK style noodles!!! >>>>

Caption: I wonder what’s inside…

Caption: OOoooooh. Hong Kong Style Noodles!

Caption: Bite into the bright side!!

Pray without ceasing. 

Ps. I’m so sad I can’t say a thing. Whoah, what a birthday gift.

Once upon a time, there was a prince who had two ears. He was very untidy and his room is quite dirty especially his bed. There were food wrappers and clutters all over his bed. Don’t ask how this prince manages to sleep in a clutter-some bed for this is how he was.

So as said, the prince also had two ears. One night, the prince’s bed was filled with too much food wrappers that ants started to find its way to his bed. When the prince and all the people in his kingdom were sleeping, one brave ant decided to give the prince a lesson. This mighty ant was named Arthur. Arthur was ready to die just so he could give this prince a lesson. With a goodbye to his fellow ants and his lover, he started to find his way to the prince’s right ear. Tik-tak-tik-tak, the minutes passed and the other ants were waiting for the signal that Arthur had been successful. They waited and waited and waited, until…..

“Ouch! My ear!!! What’s happening to my ear? It hurts!!” cried the prince.

The ants rejoiced and mourned at the same time. For they have heard the signal that Arthur had successfully found his way to the prince’s ear. They were sure that the prince would have his lesson but Arthur would be dead later on. So they walked out of the bed and brought home the food they have collected on the untidy bed of the prince.

The next day, the prince told his servants about his hurting ear. They debated about the reason of his misery. But as their conversation lengthen, their reasons were getting senseless (for this was how servants were). Alas, the prince himself found the solution to his problem.

“One of you shall peek into my ear and see what causes my ear to hurt so much.” He told them.

One servant brought in the flashlight and another servant peeked inside the prince’s ear. After seconds of peeking and peeking and peeking, the servant finally cried.

“Ant!” he cried.

The servants were shocked. How could an ant happen to be inside the prince’s ear?

“What are you still doing? Go and get that ant out of my ear!” The prince ordered.

The same servant pushed a cotton bud inside and twirled and twirled and twirled. After many seconds, the cotton bud was out of the prince’s ear. And lo! The brave ant was found there, cold and dead.

But the servants and the prince do not know about Arthur and the other ants so they started to ask each other how the ant could have happened to be in the prince’s ear.

When the night came again and they were all tired and sleepy, the prince went to his own room again and started to think. He looked at all his mess. He looked at the clutters on his bed and the food wrappers. Silently, he realized how the ant happened to be in his ears. Then, one by one, he started to clean his room, his bed and his life. The prince have learned his lesson and promised never to be clutter-some again, especially in his bed.

Meanwhile, the ants rejoiced because they knew that Arthur, the brave ant, was successful and the prince learned his lesson.

The people in the prince’s kingdom lived happily ever after for the prince’s ears never hurt ever again.

End.

Ha ha ha. I didn’t know that fairy tales could express my thoughts. Wheaw. I actually wrote this story after my right ear hurt and I cleaned it. Lo, I was the one who actually had Arthur the ant on my ears. My bed is clutter-some. And I’ve learned my lesson that ants get into your ears if you don’t clean your bed. Hu hu. It actually hurts!

After 17 long hours of sticking my eyes on the TV set, I’ve finally finished the 17 episodes of The First Shop of Coffee Prince via DVD. Whihihi. I’m soo greedy I can’t even wait for the daily episodes aired in GMA 7. Wa. What am I supposed to do? I just luuuv it and I’m soo addicted to it. And who says I’d find the girl and man of my dreams in one super koreanovela? Wa!

If you think that Coffee Prince is such a cute and nice story, your in for a big surprise! Coffee Prince is a BEAUTIFUL story crafted with the best characters you’d ever think of and the cutest artists to bring those characters to life.  For me, the best character in the story is Choi Han Kyul (also known as Arthur in the tagalog version of GMA 7).  I’ve never found so much depth in a character in all the novelas I’ve watched and read.  I couldn’t count the times when he made me cry. T_T Plus, he is soo cute he brought to life my sleeping Female hormones. 

Go Eun Chan (also known as Andie) is such a complicated character. Her life, love life and financial status is too complicated. She even gave up her feminity just so she could help her mom and sister.  As opposed to Choi Han Kyul, she made my male hormones even more awake than ever!

Wheaw. I’m supposed to have a break from obsessing about Coffee Prince but here I am, typing my words away about how heart breaking it is to finish the DVD nights of Coffee Prince. I’m supposed to help my parents minimize the electric bill but what I did is watch Coffee Prince every night, again and again. And not only that – with my obsessive thoughts about Choi Han Kyul and Go Eun Chan’s cute face – I would still have to sneak and watch Coffee Prince when everyone is already asleep. Pray for my lost sanity!

Ps. Fyds has chicken pox. Please pray that she may get well soon!

Pps. I volunteered to sing at the Valentine’s Acoustic Cafe. Wheeeee. Pray for my unbelievable singing voice! Hu hu hu.

That is the question

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Have you ever felt like wanting to do something but then when you’re at it you suddenly don’t feel like doing it? This day had been a battle of my two alter egos. One side of me wants to write the story I have in mind (a story entitled Vekka) but then one side of me says I don’t want to.  I tried to do the draft of my story but my hands just won’t do it’s destined task. T_T This is how we spell W-h-a-t-e-v-e-r.

I’ll keep my fingers crossed for my lost sanity.

Well, well, well. The story’s two main characters were named Vekka and Jotham. I really, really am looking forward to writing this short story about love and insanity. Booohoo.

Ps. Fyds, I promise to give you a hard bound copy of my short story dedicated to our two best friends in the world! Luv yah.

     

     Kewpie  (top)                                                                                    Memeha->

Do you believe that cats could have ESP? As in extra sensory perception? Tik-tik-tik-tik. I believe cats could be psychics. They could be sight seeing to the future and predict today’s lucky number like total weirdos do. Aha. Look who’s talking here.

Yes. I’m a weirdo but that won’t keep me from obsessing that my two cats have ESP.

I read in a book- The cats who said cheese - that normal cats have a total of 24 whiskers and a cat with ESP would probably have 25+ whiskers. Guess what? Memeha and Kewpie (my two kitties) have 30+. I was overjoyed and put them under observation for days. Sometimes I would talk to them and ask them want they want for dinner. Sometimes I feel like talking to a real person rather than a meowing cat. But often times I feel like talking to Madame Auring. Ha ha ha.

Memeha never fails to meow on me when I arrive from school. I would ask him to stay in one place and he won’t move. One time, I was meowing him when he suddenly stared at our gate. Seconds later, someone rang the bell. Whoah. Memeha’s ESP on the move.

Kewpie on the other hand is a little-tiny-bit-aloof. Well, aloof is not quite a word that fits Kewpie. Though he is always out-of-the-world, there are times when he’d be all out malambing.

During the Xmas break, mom and dad decided to throw the kitties. I mean, we’d  bring them to some place and leave them. Kewpie was always missing during the “pagtatapon” blues. I guess he sort of guessed it was going to be his tapon  moment. Wise kitty.

Uhm, I’m still trying to figure out if they’re really Psychos. Well, I’m ready for big surprises!

Ps. Kewpie is a self-confessed Gay. Ho ho ho.

Many dread the idea of death. Some even fear it. I’m not cult, satanist or whatever but I’m obsessed with the idea of death. I love it and it makes my spines quiver with excitement. I await that special moment of dying, stopping of heartbeat and of finally resting in peace forever. I do not fear death but instead I fear for the people I have to leave upon dying.

Nobody gets out of life alive.
As a Christian, I learned that by accepting Jesus in my life, I am assured of the glories of heaven, and I am thus saved from the Inferno. Having Jesus in my blood pumping system gives me unique strenght that no other being can give. And that started it all. I started to see death as a gift; an assurance that there really is life in heaven. The idea of staying on earth forever makes me bleech. Our world is a dreadful place. We get pressure from teachers, scold from parents, betrayals from friends, you name it. But even if this world seem to offer us only the worst things one can imagine, these heartbreaking truths are created to make us stronger. It makes us feel the love of God. Who would be with us in the end after all? Only He can do that.

Expectations make life quite spicy.
You wake up in the morning and expect to have a good day. You expect to have high score in tests, fun with friends, chit-chat with classmates, romantic moments with lovers….but no one expects to die. (Not unless you’re a cancer patient or having death threats) Expectation to die is an exceptional feeling. And I am one exceptional being.

God made salvation by grace and not by works so that no one will boast.
Why were we created by the Great Maker, after all? Are we to please people? Ourselves? or Him? He’s the master of everything and that goes to show that we were created only for His pleasure. We live and do good deeds to please Him. But the question is that who would you please if He isn’t with you? If He isn’t in your life? If He isn’t your one and only Savior? Think about this; We do not please other people’s parents, only our parents. And that is the same with God and Us, we cannot please Him if we are not in Him. And that does not mean we get accepted to heaven by good deeds, after all, what parent would love his child just because the kid is an honor student? The point is that, God first loved us and all we ought to do is love Him back. By doing so, we claim the riches of heaven. And as God planned our lives, He also planned our deaths so we’ll be with Him again. Death is not scary, it’s a happy feeling.

Only those with the Savior in their heart is not afraid of death. I’m not afraid, are you?

(p.s I wrote this article for the obituary section of our school paper. Nah-Just joking. It’s a feature article  )

To Sam;
 
  Please come to my wedding on Sunday, 3 o’clock pm.
 Thank You.

 -Liaa

I’ve worked with Liaa for four years in a newspaper publishing company in where we were both Editorial writers. We got started in almost the same time; she a fresh graduate from College and I was a year older and been seeking for a job for one year. Don’t ask me how she looked back then, because I can barely remember her face. All I can still think of her was that she was very pretty. She loved everything Japanese and said she wanted to go to Japan someday, if possible. I also know that she loved photography.

 We lost track of each other since her 20th birthday six years ago. Months before that, we went to Baguio for a Seminar which was a part of our job. We slept in the same room for three days and I found interesting facts about her. She was OC (obsessive-compulsive) and she won’t be able to sleep if her bed wasn’t fairly fixed. I told her it was odd of her and she said she was like that since she was seven. Soon after that trip we would be seen together during lunch breaks and when we were not rushing for a deadline. I loved being with her and soon I realized that I was falling in love with her. I kept telling myself that all I have for her is purely platonic love but I proved myself wrong the night she went to my house crying. I asked her what’s wrong and she said that her boyfriend toyed with her. I was full of anger and felt the need to give the guy what he deserved. But she said that I didn’t have to so I just did my best to comfort her. I cannot count those awkward moments wherein the thought of kissing her came into my mind. But I really had to stop myself for fear that anyone who would see us will judge her right away. It really was hard for me, thinking that what I felt for her was completely and utterly wrong.

 It was the day of her birthday.

 I dressed my best and came to her house extra-early. I was very excited to give her the gift that I bought; a silver necklace with a heart shaped pendant. Her mother knew me already and led me to her room. She looked very pretty and her dress was quite perfect for her. Her mother left us and I thought it was the perfect time to give her my gift. She opened it and smiled when she saw the necklace. “It’s very beautiful” was all she managed to say. Then we started at each other for a long time. Then I decided that with no one around, it was the right time to tell her my feelings. I conquered the spaces between us and confessed how I love her. I said I knew how wrong it was but I just can’t stop myself from loving her. I knew she was shocked but she gave me a warm smile and then we kissed. I didn’t know how it happened but I thought that it was the prettiest thing that ever happened to me. Then suddenly, her mother came into the room without our knowledge and everything was ruined. I was told to go home and since then we had no communication. I desperately tried to move on by going from one place to another. And I thought I was successful. Not until now that I received her invitation. I didn’t care how she got my address. All I happened to do was cry. She’s getting married and I’m still stuck with the love that I never thought would ever make me miserable. All my life, I dreamed of marrying and have kids and die with somebody. And all that was lost.

 The day of her wedding came and I wore the best thing I thought is suited for a wedding. I decided I shall arrive only on the reception for fear that I might cause some unwanted gossiping inside the church. I have no idea if anybody else except her parents knew what happened six years ago but either way, I didn’t care.

 The place was marvelous. I walked as silently as possible but again, just like that night that we kissed, her mother was suddenly there in front of me without me knowing it.

 “Hello Sam.”

 “Hello,” God, I didn’t know what to call her, so”ma’am.”

 “Oh, I think Liaa would be happy to see you.” Then she took my hand and led me to the newly wed couple.

 Then I was dumbstruck. She was very pretty but unlike before I didn’t feel anything for her, frisson or whatever. I just stood there looking at her.

 For some time I realized I was gaping so I lend my hand for a handshake and said a simple congrats.

 “Liaa, it’s time for the traditional bouquet throwing.” The emcee said.

 And so they gathered all of the single young ladies in front to form a circle. I was there in the middle. Then she threw the bouquet and before I knew it, I catch the bouquet.

 And for the first time in my life since the moment I stupidly fell in love with Liaa, I realized that all these things that happened to me for the past years, were all insane. I realized that love is not always the right thing to feel, especially if we give it to the wrong person and love, however sweet it may look, if forbidden would stay taboo forever.

 I don’t know how long I stood there in the middle of everyone but when I came to my senses, I gave Liaa a nice smile and said,

 “I hope you also come to my wedding”

 And with that I said goodbye to Liaa and her family and they all called me by my real name: Samantha. And I think I like it better.