Musically Mesmerized
05.01.11

My right earphone died last week. I don't know how. I just stood up from my desk one afternoon to find no music coming in my right-ear. All I have on my right ear is a plug, blocking the passage way to my eardrums but not reallly sound-tight.

What a shame though I shouldn't be really surprised as I got those earphones cheap; they didn't last a year with me. I still remember buying the pair during one school day in last year's first semester. This is the first pair of earphones I bought for myself. Ever since I started enjoying personalized sound effects, I always seem to find a pair lying unused around our house and they'd last me for years. The pair which my first buy replaced lasted for about 4-5 years.

I just bought a new pair. It costs PhP900 but it sounds awesome and it is shaped such that it fits snugly into my ear—no more slipping earphones while I'm trying to sleep between the commute from work/school to home and vice versa.

(Earphone buying tip: You can test your earphone purchase on the Virtual Barbershop. Listen to the file with earphones and you'll know why.)

I love music. If religion is supposed to save your soul, then music is definitely my religion. I remember, when, I think, I was in fifth grade, I saw an article in one of those magazines our school gives per subject about psychologists drawing correlations* between music and personality. And I was like, "Huh? I thought everyone knew that. What took them so long to figure that out?"

I wonder what kind of man does my playlist make of me? I have three sets of sounds in my playlist. One is dedicated to the usual songs, dominated by Jason Mraz. Another one is for instrumentals, which includes the awesome Vitamin String Quartet. Another one contains JPop—or, should I say, a collection of songs used in BLEACH! . It might surprise a lot persons that I listen to JPop, albeit BLEACH!-biased. Yes I do. When it comes to songs I have the tendency to favor the overall sound more than the lyrics.

And will the second one surprise anyone? I've been listening to a lot of instrumentals recently and I must say that this is the set from which I'm making a religion out of music. I'm listening to it right now, to the amazing compositions of Isaias Garcia. Music without words sounds very welcome to me, in contrast to the kitsch a lot of singers make with words and accompaniment that sucks.

I love music. This summer, I'm experiencing an absence of ice cream as I still need to find a source quite accessible from Azeus. Thankfully, Azeus' air conditioners are doing a more than sufficient job beating the heat and I have music for a companion while I work. Still fun don't you think?

See you soon,
The Chad Estioco

*Did I use correlation correctly? And was it really a correlation they drew, taking into account the effect of making-up memories as years go by? Or is my use of the word just a Freudian slip, thanks to the fact that I just took psychology last semester? I wonder how my Psych instructor will react when she reads this...

P.S. I'm really loving alliterations on my titles. I hope you bear with me *smirk*.