Can someone please explain to me
             why are tagalog soaps soo freaking addicting?

 W H Y ?

Current addiction: Pangarap Na Bituin

I just can't stop watching it. And if you want more of a confession
I'm actually staying up waiting for today's episode to air again at
1240 because I missed it this afternoon. I'm such a loser. hehe

I confess, I have this bad habit of blogging in the middle of the night.

Yes Myspace and Facebook are quite an addiction but it's gets quite monotonous commenting and tagging
time after time. It's always been an unhealthy habit of mine to just stay up and write out my thoughts till my
eyes go sore and my mind delirious from the lack of sleep, but sometimes I just can't help it. Myspace and
Facebook I think I could do without, and lately I've been seriously thinking about canceling both my accounts.
Seriously. 
               But, (there's always a but) I've invested way to much time, more time than I ever should have ever
invested, uploading hundreds of pictures on Facebook alone and Myspace keeps long distance friends at an arm's
length. Both are pretty good "pros", but then I thought it through.. that's why they invented telephones and letters right?
To keep in touch with people. And in all honesty I'd prefer letters and phone calls over pokes and comments any day.
Something about keeping in touch through a screen and a keyboard makes things feel a bit impersonal.
              As for blogging, it helps me ventilate and so does writing, but without the hand cramps and the smudges
my left hand makes as I write (being left handed isn't the easiest job). Blogging in the middle of the night while the
house is still with nothing but silence to accompany me gets my mind going at a hundred miles per hour.

That is why I sit here in front of a computer screen,
                  instead of where I really should be. In bed, asleep.

As of the fourth of this month, I am half way through twenty (venti in starbucks terms).

             I have no idea where this year went, and I still have trouble comprehending the fact that I'm not a little
teenybopper anymore. Although I may look like a little teenybopper, and sometimes I still act like it, I hope I've
proven myself as a responsible and legitimate twenty year old. I know I may not be the brightest girl, and I get things
wrong all the time, but I'd like to think that I've done a pretty ok job. Yet I'm thinking most people think other wise.
[you can't please everybody ey?] 

Anyways I heard this song in California at our friend's church and it's a familiar one, but I've never taken the time to 
really learn it for myself... so since I have the luxury of free time now a days I learned it and I love it even more.
It's called Everything.

With rain, with sun
With much, with less
With joy, with pain
With life, with death

The only things that satisfy come from You
They come from You

Everything that's beautiful
Everything that's wonderful
Every perfect gift comes from You

Your grace, Your heart
Your voice, Your touch
Your word, Your peace
Your hope, Your love

A thousand words could not explain
A thousand worlds could not contain
Every perfect gift comes from You

It comes from the Father of Lights
It comes from the Giver of Life
It comes from the Heavens above
It's coming straight from Your heart
To the people You love

Goodnight
-Ica