I still refuse to believe I am fangirling and actually writing about my teenage fascination to boybands. 98 Degrees, The Moffatts, Westlife, Boyzone, Hanson, N'Sync, and last but not the least, Backstreet Boys. What's the big deal? I am twenty-freakin-nine! 

Blame it on Spotify, that fangirl in me who was just entering the fun-but-often-confusing world of puberty relived. That 12-year old girl who swooned over BSB and has a huge crush on Nick Carter. That 12-year old girl who never missed MTV's Top 20 hits, bought Song Hits that featured BSB, and had BSB posters on her bedroom wall. I am the one who jumped to the bandwagon back then.

Yep, listening to this at 5:35 am.

I remember that giddy feeling going out of Music Zone with a Backstreet Boys cassette tape on my hand and that mellowness that washed all over me while listening to their songs over and over again. 17 years later (Gasp! am I really that old?), I still feel the same. They certainly still got it going on for years.

Oh well, jologs na kung jologs. Call me a tacky teeny-bopper but I think this is the only fangirling thing that I don't ever want to fight against. *wink*