celine dion is so weird, endearing and naive. i love her.

oh here we go: celine dion made it back on the headlines with some crazy batshizz stuff. given how strongly the public is reacting to the death of whitney houston, celine’s statements are bound to land her in some hot water.

but let’s be honest here: we’re all thinking the same thing. she is just saying it out loud. what’s more, she’s saying it from a perspective of a mother who’s tried very hard to conceive. naturally, seeing a mother skirt her motherly duties because of drugs is going to hit a little closer to home with her. granted, now may not have been the time to be saying it. in fact, the time would have been 10 years ago…in a private conversation with whitney herself. not now. not so soon after her death.

but it’s celine dion–she arm claps. she says the word “lurve” and actually means it. she has a workout video (not really). simply, she is the best singer in the world. remember when she cried on larry king about sending kayaks, cash, blood and… cheese whiz? i don’t think she meant any harm or offense. in fact, she seems to actually have a lot of respect for whitney:

she just got caught up in all the whitney-ness of it all. and while we all pretend to have actually had concern for whitney all these years when in fact, we all made fun of her erratic behavior, celine chose to turn something tragic into something to learn from. and if that doesn’t work, she’s french canadian. give her a break.

so now i leave you with one of whitney’s songs:

looks like it’s gonna rain again

i heard a song i’d never heard of for the first time last night and i’m super excited!

one word i keep using to describe this song is “sexy.” it’s just so sexy. it’s almost as sexy as annie lennox’s money can’t buy it.

gossip reminds me a little bit of one of my all-time favorite bands, alphabeat. so i tweeted to both of them that they should do a collaboration and alphabeat replied to me. this made my week!

get it, ri-ri

let me start off by saying that i’m not a fan of kanye west. i had no interest in watching runaway but i was watching jersey shore (don’t judge me) this weekend while doing homework and this suddenly came on. i was too busy with my nutritional assessment, done with the participation of singapregrrl, so i let the tv play. long story short, i ended up loving all of the lights… but the version with rihanna.

get it, ri-ri!

 

so i wanna say “thank you”

i don’t think christina aguilera can get any better than her stripped album and fighter has got to be in my top 3 favorite music videos of all time, if not my top favorite. the song itself would get a lot of playtime around me when i needed to get pumped up and to this day, i still blast the song at ear-splitting levels in my car right before an exam. loves it!

shakira’s world cups (they’re small and humble)

i don’t get it but i love anything shakira.

south africans disagree. shakira’s waka waka (ft. freshlyground) has been chosen as the official world cup anthem and they don’t like it. whatever, i don’t complain when thalia sang in tagalog. you gyrate those hips, girl.

update:
english version was taken down. here’s the spanish version

somewhere a bunch of gay men are having a collective orgasm

because lady gaga and beyoncé‘s second teaming came out… in the form of the video for telephone. in order to truly appreciate the video, you’d first have to sandwich it in between lady gaga’s paparazzi and queen b’s video phone featuring the lady gaga. it’s a good 25 minutes of fierceness and fabulosity.

paparazzi by lady gaga

telephone by lady gaga ft. beyoncé

video phone by beyoncé ft. lady gaga

dear diary…

april has been a trying month, to say the least.

on a whim, i began to go through some of the folders on my computer and stumbled upon one called “spiritual diary.” three years ago, i kept a diary to chronicle my road of spirituality. most of them are deeply personal but in anticipation of my fast this coming friday, i will share one of the less personal ones on here:

October 9, 2006

I’ve falsified to say that I’ve found God.
Several years ago, that’s how I used to sing that line in one of Jason Mraz’s songs.
For several months now, I’ve listened to almost nothing but Christian music and I do quite regret not being able to see Chris Tomlin last night at CityFest. However, today, as a change of pace, I listened to some of my old music. It might have been an effort in re-living some of the more familiar moments in my life. Things were not less hectic, but at least then I had gotten a grip on how to manage.
I popped in an unmarked cd on the drive home and it was a mix of Jason Mraz and Matt Wertz. Now, I like Matt Wertz but between the two, my heart will always belong to Jason Mraz. His style is much more experimental, his music much more innovative and lyrics incredibly more thought-provoking. It’s the writer in me that draws me to him. Jason Mraz is a wordsmith and a way with words is a quick way to my heart.
So often, I write about my struggles with my faith which is unfortunate because one of the functions of this diary is to recount every step in my journey—the hardships as well as the times of clarities. To depict only one side would be unfair and unbalanced, which certainly will not do. After all, I’m a Libra. I want to read this years from now and have a complete picture of my experiences.
On Love, In Sadness” speaks to me in so many ways, especially with what I’ve learned these past few months and what I’m trying to learn now. The measure of love isn’t loss, love will never be lost on me.
Anyway, that is not how the song goes, y’know.
It’s not falsified to say that I’ve found God.