(Will not post a video for this entry because it’s kindda weird to have five songs blaring on one entry, the point is totally lost on that one)

JESSE MCCARTNEY IS NOT GAY!

I shouldn’t love you but I want to
I just can’t turn away
I shouldn’t see you
but I can’t move
I can’t look away
I shouldn’t love you but
I want to
I just can’t turn away
I shouldn’t see you
but I can’t move
I can’t look away
And I don’t know how to be fine when I’m not
‘Cause I don’t know how to make a feeling stop
[Chorus:]
Just so you know
This feeling’s taking control of me
And I can’t help it
I won’t sit around, I can’t let him win now
Thought you should knowI’ve tried my best to let go of you
But I don’t want toI just gotta say it all
Before I go
Just so you know
It’s getting hard to be around you
There’s so much I can’t say
Do you want me to hide the feelings
And look the other way
And I don’t know how to be fine when I’m not
‘Cause I don’t know how to make a feeling stop
[Chorus]
This emptiness is killing me
And I’m wondering why I’ve waited so long
Looking back I realize
It was always there just never spoken
I’m waiting here…been waiting here

NELLY DOES IT AGAIN.. FURTADO THAT IS

In the day
In the night
Say it all
Say it right
You either got it
Or you don’t
You either stand or you fall
When your will is broken
When it slips from your hand
When there’s no time for joking
There’s a hole in the plan
Oh you don’t mean nothing at all to me
No you don’t mean nothing at all to me
Do you got what it takes to set me free
Oh you could mean everything to me
I can’t say that I’m not lost and at fault
I can’t say that I don’t love the light and the dark
I can’t say that I don’t know that I am alive
And all of what I feel I could show
You tonite you tonite
From my hands I could give you
Something that I made
From my mouth I could sing you another brick that I laid
From my body I could show you a place God knows
You should know the space is holy
Do you really want to go?

JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE<3>
(SONG’S TOO LONG but I still love it! i’ll just enter the most touching lyrics *wink)

Don’t want to think about it
Don’t want to talk about it
I’m just so sick about it
Can’t believe it’s ending this way
Just so confused about it
Feeling the blues about it
I just can’t do without ya
Tell me is this fair?
Is this the way it’s really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Should’ve known better when you came around
That you were gonna make me cryIt’s breaking my heart to watch you run around’
Cause I know that you’re living a lie
That’s okay baby ’cause in time you will find…
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around

What goes around, goes around, goes around


And the song that really does make my spine tingle

It’s all good,like I could
finally be the one who gets to win
.It’s so real,how I feel
ever since I let you in.
Does it get any better than this?
We’re into something beautiful.
Bein’ with you’s as good as it gets.
It doesn’t get any better…

All the craziest things happened over the weekend. Which is really weird if you ask me.
Some of them are ultra negative (if you read the papers and watched the game last Sunday, then you probably know why) and are not worth my free blog space at all.

As I write this, I am still wondering if I should write it down since it’s not exactly the smartest experience that all of 20 of us have gone through but still it was just spankin’ hilarious that I couldn’t help but share it with the world (Ate Cheska, SORRY!)

The entire month of January, my family, my extended family and I were utterly excited over the fact that our little angel’s yaya would be on deal or no deal.

I mean SERIOUSLY, WOULDN’T YOU BE JUMPING for joy over the fact that:

A) You’ll be on national television

B) Have all those snooty girls see you and be your friend the next day

C) Get to see “THE” Kris Aqunio *aheomw*

D) The prospect that you’d get the million

E) Choosing the briefcase is damn cool

F) You’ll be seen on national television

So, for the rest of the month, everyone was excited, picking out clothes to wear and all of the fuss included when you wold appear on national TV.

Finally February 05 arrived and we were all so excited that we forgot to think if this whole thing was real or not.

Maybe, i’m getting excited. So i’ll tell the ENTIRE STORY using a timetable to make it an easy read.

9:30 AM: I wake up, eat cereal and watch Cold Case. Still groggy from coming home at around two from the dinner after the game.

10:00: Attempt to work out.

10:07: Give up and watch Cold Case again.

11:15: Mother asks me to get ready

11:20: Fell asleep watching Cold Case. (Danny Pino is still hot though)

11:30: Mother forces me to get up and get dressed. In my mind “ABS, here we come” and constantly choose what briefcase to open first (my choice: 25)

12:00: Arrive at Tita Martiess’ house which is jampacked with people who looked mighty fine. The reason why is because yaya said that there should be twenty people, no more, no less according to the Deal people.

12:30: Eat a GREAT lunch, Ate Cheska said that shuttle would arrive around 3:30

Stupid MIstake One: Someone must have questioned the shuttle thing but instead everyone was too busy getting pretty.

1:00-3:00: Spent playing with Pipay, fixing my hair, clothes etc, playing with pipay, fixing myself (face paint: itch, itch, itch!) and then playing with pipay again.
Around 2:45, I gave up.
I played with Pipay and stopped fixing myself. The routin was tiring!

3:15: Me, Mom, Carl, Cat and Ate Cheska: “Nasaan na ya?”
Yaya “calls” ABS people: “Skyway na daw”

3:30: Still no sign of ABS shuttle bus, make up is melting.

4:00: still no sign. *Sigh*

4:30: Mystery guard calls, ABS is arriving!! Hell Yeah!!!
Tita Lolit’s worried, taping allegedly starts at 5. Oh no!

5:00: After standing outside of Cat’s house for thirty minutes, we realize that maybe.. they’re not in the village at all.

5:15: I fall asleep in Tita Martiess’ room and Ate Cheska frantically calls ABS for the fear that we would be late.

5:30: No Deal Or No Deal Taping on Mondays and no girl by the name of Madel Ortea, who was said to be the “talent coordinator”

5:45: Mom calls Tita Cathy and Tito Epoy.

Not true to the shuttle.
Not true to the twenty people must join.
Not true to the extra thousand bucks if we exceed twenty people.
No deal Or NO Deal tapings on Mondays.

6:00-7:00: Everyone freaks out( yes all twenty of us). Someone is up to something. (We have a theory who’s the culprit, but NO, I’m not yet saying who. Pray that she gets the kick before she creates more damage).

7:00: Finally everyone calms down. Carl, Cat, Ate Cheska and I go to Makati Supermarket.
We ended up cooking and making Gin Pomelo.

8:00-9:00: Ultimate bonding with the twenty or more people at Tita Maritess’ house. We ate, sang and laughed the night away and the entire experience.

So, I guess all’s well that ends well since we managed to be friends with twenty strangers. New friends are always welcome.

However, someone’s up to something and that is NOT COOL at all.

*Loves To Write.
*Writes Well.
*Loves John Mayer, The Killers and Dave Matthews Band (SERIOUSLY??! I’m amazed.)
*Is in love with a sport other than what he is supposed to be in love with.
*Loves the color red.

Can you say… WHOA?

It has probably more than two days before I bloggged. I was supposed to come up with something endearing that would make everyone visit this blog more often.

But, as I type this, nothing meaningful has presented itself aside from great devotion to the now wrinkled but still hot, Leonardo DiCaprio. (Would you believe that he did not win anything at the golden globes, KILL ME NOW.)

So, as I typed in those last words, I heard my best guy friend going, “Yes.” I’m supposed to write a million and one things so great about him, but since he is reading this as I am writing it, I can’t.

Suffice to say, I heard someone say that guys and girls CANNOT be friends. Nolan and I are the living proof to debunk that myth. This may be due to the fact that the first time I saw him, I thought he was a gay.

Turns out, he’s not. He’s one of the “man-nest” people I know.

I still think he’s gay though (his comment: “I’ll kick your a**. Are you serious?). The reason for this is because he totally gets everything that I say to him and he didn’t even grow up with a sister (Nolan murmurs, “bawi”).

Nolan is also the sweetest guy on the planet (I can see him blushing now) and I can rant forever and he’s just there to listen.

Also, despite the drama that has conspired in the previous year (see me gag now), he’s still there. No judgement whatsoever, just there.

And I think that makes me love him more.

This entry is probably going to end here now because it’s time for the both of us to stalk the new librarian. and wonder if he is actually as cute as everyone makes him appear to be (elk).Nolan has a wide array of not-so-nice comments about him that i’d rather not talk about here. But nonetheless, you would continually hear stories from me and my guy counterpart: Nolandia.

(Btw he said that the only handsome guy in a guy’s life is himself. Yeah. Right. Leonardo DiCaprio is GORGEOUS despite the wrinkles, get that Nulan)

karla, i will email you soon:)