Plan No. 1: Ingratiate Self to Josh Groban

I am planning to go on vacation to the US approximately twenty years from now (because I still have a motorbike to save for, chizzah!) and attend one of Josh Groban's future concerts. I am groundlessly fan girl-ing him despite our thirteen-year age gap.


It all started yesterday. Between the annoying hour-long blackouts in Iloilo (which, I hope, are among the last) my dad was watching one of Groban's concerts. I had no choice but to listen because I was netting* beside the TV.

And now I am addicted to his deep, deep, excruciatingly beautiful voice that would taste like Ritter Sport chocolate if it were food.



(To Where You Are - lyrics by Linda Thompson; composed by Richard Marx. It's probably my favorite song from Josh Groban; it's stunningly crafted and wonderfully sung. `Feel the power in his voice? *melt*)

Great. I feel old.

*Netting - the phrase "surfing the web" is gratingly overused so I made up this word. Yay for me.