Two Bruno Mars VIP Araneta Tickets For Sale

I have two(2) Bruno Mars VIP tickets for sale! If you are interested please email me pisces3013@yahoo.com
They are VIP tickets so they are expensive than the regular Patron Tickets.
Thanks.

BRUNO MARS is addicting (oops)!!!

C'mon I don't intend to lambasts him, as a matter of fact its the other way around...

When does this craziness over this singing sensation started, damn I wished I knew!!!
Love his songs, love his voice!!!
Cannot get over his style, his looks, his wholiness!!!
(I am running out of exclamation points,bear with me. LOL).
You just have to admire the guy, his talents!!!(yes tons of talents!)

Ok his half filipino. I am filipina. Nah it does not have anything to do with that.
Call it anything, I call it "ADDICTION"!
Youtube's burning with my searches!
Googles' having trouble with my browser!
Itunes going gaga over my downloads!
My pocket is empty for this man!
But I save some 'coz baby, I hope he gets to the PHILIPPINES.(yes he is coming)

The man from Mars
The man for Venus
Bruno
(let not be in trouble. you're amazing, stay that way)

And yes, when you come to the Philippines for your first ever concert here
Man I am there. Sure as in to the highest mighty sure!
Bock wit me time comes April 8,2011!!!
Whose with me?
See you guys!!!

Seeing Death As It Comes..

I never thought that I will be seeing death this close to my heart as I saw it last April 4,2010. A sunday, a celebration for catholics, this year it was easter sunday. I am a Christian I don't practice traditions that catholics do, but this is not what I am writing about.
Death is a topic that I am not interested in. I am not afraid to die but I don't know why I am afraid, even in thoughts when it is someone from the family. I never knew anyone from the family who died young except for my unborn niece and nephew who died after a few hours of life until that gloomy sunday.
We have been in the hospital for a month already. I celebrated my birthday in the hospital. Every single day of that one month we were at the hospital. We know it was coming, we just don't know exactly when. Ok, my brother has cancer. Started as colon cancer but already mestatized to his kidney. Unoperable. He does not want chemotherapy anymore. He wanted comfort only while waiting for the end. The first time I heard of his not wanting to do anything anymore was the first time I went with him while his neurologist was asking him of what his plans were. The doctor already seen his latest ct scan and saw that he was a terminal case. I can hear him while he was talking to their teams head. He asked my brother, older brother what he wanted when the time comes that he will need reviving. It broke my heart when he said no more. DNR was what he wanted. Do Not Resuscitate. Many more times he visited his doctors, I will be there but never did I come again inside the clinics while they were discussing things.
March 4,2010 the last time he will be admitted to the hospital. I never thought that this will be the last place he'll get to see before he goes. First few days were okay. He can still eat, talk with us, watch television, answers questions from the nurses and doctors when they see him. I am not sure now when it started that he got irritated easily because of noise. But I know his concern was the pain he was experiencing. He was getting higher dosage of pain reliever in his PCA but when you ask him it was not enough. Pain level still reaches to 10 even with morphine. Then one day he could no longer eat, he could no longer sleep, he could no longer walk to go to the bathroom, he is disillusional, he was acting weird. The last two were because of morphine. Then he was given something so he can sleep because it was three days of him not sleeping. After 2 days he slept. When he woke up he was ok again but after a day he was restless again. He can't sleep again. Gave him higher dosage of morphine because of the pain. He went to being agitated again. We chose that than seeing him in pain. Let him be acting weird. But then he started to throw up green liquids. He doesn't pass urine anymore. Meaning his body organs are shuttling down one by one. But he can't go yet that I can see. We still have our sister and her family in the US. My brother was in the states for 26 years he just came home last September 2009. We know that he wants to see her for the last time. Our sister will be arriving April 4, 6 a.m. The day before they come my brother seems to be showing all signs of going already. I don't know why a dying person seems to feel dirt all over them. He wants to take a bath because he says he was so dirty. I heard him say to one of his son "say goodbye, its ok." This one made me cry. And then he said " let's go the operating room is ok" but we have to say "no let's wait for ate(older sister to us pinoys). And he'll say "ok" but we can see that he was so tired already. He was not winking, not sleeping. He was just looking no where. We've been trying to talk to him even if sometimes he can understand us and sometimes not. His breathing was getting heavier.
The day my sister and her family arrived. Late arrival but they were at the hospital at 8 a.m. Of course when my sister saw our brother's condition she could not help but cry. Talk for a while. i hope he did understand those last moments. At 11 a.m. he went after some saliva got out of his mouth then a tear fell, he breath his last and went away. He was 46. Young for us but ready and ripe to be with God.
Sad day but then again now he is free of pain. He now belongs to our Lord. Maybe God has some works for him ready in His' house.
Goodbye Kuya. Rest in peace with our Lord. We'll miss you.

When some days are just so hard to get by.

I never dream in my life as far as I know. At an early age I know that my life will not be a bed of roses. i know I will have a hard time dealing with life. Smiles and laughs for me were for a moment of time. They never last, they're often forgotten. But I do remember the many times I have cried, though. I don't know but they never go away. Every feelings that came with the tears lingered. I can recall them as vividly as they happened 10, 20 years ago. The pain, the anger, the sadness that came with it. Life is hard! I know it by heart. I am so sorry that I wasn't able to deal with life until now. That everything that people see in me are all for front. No not that I may look tough but because I cannot show them the real me. I am afraid of my own weaknesses.

This time is not a good one for me. I know I have written this so many times when I am in pain, I cannot show it. When I am angry, I cannot show it. When I am sad, I cannot show it. When I am devastated, I cannot show it. Why? Because when I tried to, nobody listens, no one cared, nobody understands. Right now I am so sad, I am in so much pain, I am so nervous, and I am so scared.

I am alone and I am old and I am lonely.

Life is short, all these shall pass. One day, I will not be able to recall this piece of note. I will not even wonder what life is all about. I don't know my future, the time I'll go but I want to believe that time will be my rest and my joy. When realities and smiles and laughs and dreams will never leave me. When that time comes then I know that I am finally home.

MICHAEL JACKSON--THIS GENERATIONS' GREATEST ENTERTAINER!

Yes the King of Pop has gone to another stage to perform.
MICHAEL JACKSON is dead.
His name will be just like Elvis Prestley, James Dean, Marilyn Monroe was to me for the next generations.
Elvis , James, Marilyn was all name to me always being brought into topic by my mom and her generation when entertainers were our topic of conversation.

Yes, mom was a great fan of Elvis. A huge one. She's got a picture of Elvis. Not just an ordinary 3R picture or a poster that we buy in bookstore of sidewalks but a studio portrait. Really nice one.

Elvis , James, Marilyn have gone before our time but as if they never left. Their music, their movies, their scandals was over and over being told.

Now Michael Jackson , my generations King of Pop.
For the next generations I will be their story teller just what mom was to her idol.
I will be the one to tell who he was, what was his life and what he did for music.

As different tributes were being given to Jacko by different shows and his songs were being played I find it too amazing that he's got a lot of great songs. I thought i just like this song and then another one is played and I'll say oh I love that one. This is just so crazy that truly he is today's greatest entertainer. My generations King of Pop. My generations Greatest Entertainer gone too soon but surely will live for the next many generations to come.

Goodbye King Michael.

A NOTE TO GOD

Think as a child that was just spanked by your parents.
I have a few of those in my childhood.
I locked myself in my room. Cried myself to sleep.
Have a handy notebook just a reach from me. Tucked on it was a cheap ballpoint pen I bought in packed of three. I usually used the black inked.
I scribbled something. A line or two of what I feel at that moment. Stop. No this is not it. Turn to another page of the notebook. Start again.
What do I write? Thinking hard. Was I hurt that I was reprimanded? What was it that I was so devastated? Was it just physical or my ego or my spirit?
Everytime I asked that because not only as a child did I get spanked...Even now that I am older, much older I have this feeling of being reprimanded. Of being not worthy. Of not being loved. Of not being understood. Of being different at times.
I am different. So are you to others and to me. I have already learned that but why is it still so painfully to adjust and to accept.
Then I continue with my writing.
I wrote Dear God. Why? I don't know but always and the same I start with those words.
First it felt so right. Then somehow I know there will have to be an answer. That He will reply.
Then I said I am sorry. Now my eyes are with tears.
Then put everything from what started my sadness. To asking how to cope with it. To begging for help that my soul will be saved from farther hurt. I also wrote some compromises with God when I was too low of spirit. Then realizing God needs no compromises from us just faith.
I am struggling with my words, with my emotions, with my faith all at the same tiime. I like God to believe that I fully understand the way of life I am into forgetting that He was the one who made me. Knew the counts of hair...
I write to God everything I want to say and more.
Believing in my heart that He is the only one who knew me by heart. My struggles. My fears. My worries. My downs. My victories. My happiness. My all.
Then now I can put my pen down. Close my notebook. Put it where I can reach it at my whim. Re-read posts when I need some comforts.
Another one of my note to God finished and delivered.

KRIS ALLEN- AMERICAN IDOL 2009

Kris Allen New American Idol!

That was every newspapers headline in the US I assumed..

And I was happy.

When top 13 was chosen my two top faves were Kris Allen and Matt Giraud. Obviously I was 50% accurate. Yey.

Now picking top 2. The last three standing were Danny, Adam and Kris. I just don't know but I got excited when Kris was named as one of the final two a week before the finale night. Not that I was shocked because I knew Kris must be one of the final two as early as top 13 was chosen.

My story of American Idol was when I thought everyone was for Adam except me I know in my heart Kris is a sure winner. I was not at all nervous when Ryan was about to announce the winner. I just know Kris is it!

It's very obvious in this American Idol season that its judges from the start already have their eyes on somebody to win the title. Danny Gokey is their early favorite while Adam was their from behind fave. Kris for some reason was not getting an enthusiastic comment from the judges even when he is so good. The judges comment were confine in "being dark horse", "artistic", "ok", "that was a good performance" minus the enthusiasm given to other contenders while to others were comments like "your god", "superstar" and of course with much gusto. Ouch. And who was the judge that showed favoritism at its baddest....Paula Abdul! Just watch if you can, past episodes and you'll see what I mean.

Some people have this comment that Kris is mediocre. I don't think so. He just knows what kind of music he is good at. Never compromising just others will like him. And I must say he is not only into one kind of music. He can do rnb. He can sing middle of the road kind of song. Accoustic definetely! And this is just what made him truly one great artist in the making.

Happy that Kris won.
Excited for Kris debut album.
Waiting anxiously for Kris first music award as a professional singer.
Just going crazy over Kris' arrival!