The lures of our hearts in lyrics...

There had come a time when I had my first crush, and while on my way home riding in a bus, a sad love song played and I was so affected for no reason at all I burst into tears. It was a genuine relief no one heeded me. Also came a time when nothing else would add the happiness than a theme song for my friends (like Price Tag, wherein actually I think I'm the only one who solely remember it for my co-altar servers; or Nanghihinayang for something I still laugh at whenever hearing it). Now, whenever hearing this, I can laugh at those memories.

Once, I had a best friend, and out of the blue we thought of an old song that would mean a lot especially to me. I don't really know if she still knows it but the lyrics are still fresh in my memory, along with those moments. It's Got to Believe in Magic by the way.

And being a junior student, a fortuneteller one actually, I'd like, and know, We'll be a Dream as our graduation song. If ever I'll pass those hard years ongoing and will.

I have always condemned myself to everything where I could hear any sound. At least, when I was a child. Every single time I review for any test scheduled the next day, I lock myself from any disturbing thought. I don't listen to television or my mom when she tells I need to eat adequately. But I know it was before, and when I accidentally watched Doraemon wherein an episode completely epitomized me - a boy who got completely farcical when he studied for some tests without hearing anything - I honestly got frightened. There are so many factors, really. And I gave out an example. Do-ra-e-m-mon... even this cartoon has a nice pick of tune. And yes, I got into music very much since then.

My betterment in terms of good taste in music not only includes those that affect me; but also the piffle-classified; which I realized loosened up some things I think hardly, and nothing at all. Like, California King Bed, or The Time, or On the Floor, or most especially, Therapy. Why, who says I'd partied so hard or made out with someone and then went ten thousand miles apart, unable to forget the taste of climax?, or I got so emotional that I almost slashed my wrists and just wanting to be appreciated so badly? I listen to them merely for relieving exhaustion; and who knows maybe someday I can even relate to those. Maybe I thought rightly.

Isn't it awesome how, for instance, you cannot decipher what you feel - sometimes you're sad, then happy, then the next thing you know your imponderable mood changed it swing again - then here comes a song that fitted the needle to mend the strings attached, so you breathed a sigh, totally relating to it? Trust me, you're not alone. I feel you.

I always count songs as my safe haven, a console, better yet a well-written diary I can just express my feelings through it. When there came a time for love, songs are always there. My mom cannot give me a proper advice, for 1) she must not know it, for awkwardness's sake and 2) it's too embarrassing to tell it. Yes, my friends are there, but what could they do? Laugh at my buffoon-looking state? They give a fine advice, but at least, embarrassing too.

When I just cannot see what's wrong with me, there are songs about life, about realizations and how to deal with it with such competence and confidence joined. And when something funny goes along with this trend, music never fails to give me the total impact.

Weird thing, huh? Music may vary from what my mind has journeyed already: Rock, Ballad, Classic, Old, Pop, Rap, or Love (what with so many genre. I'm not a know-it-all to state the right, et cetera.) Or, it may vary to a deeper meaning whether it deals with fixing a broken heart, or about cold nights I can just sleep without shedding a tear, or just enough to laugh at. Point is, we all have a memory to cherish, let alone feel, with ourselves sometime in our life; like songs enveloped in our human iPod, heart. As for me, I am the perfect example of someone captivated with those trinkets that have surprisingly big effects.

I must admit, they give me motivations to choose what's right or wrong; at the same time inspirations to do good next time, or keep up the good work, whichever. Music is the aurora of the North and South Pole when everything else is cold and dark... just like the aurora, it is beautiful, and has many meanings depending on the definer. I love the aurora, as for me.

Wait, my favorite song's playing on the radio.