Discovering Haim

It feels like it’s been forever since I last listened to new music.  And by new, I mean something released in the last couple of years.  Imagine the relief that comes with finding out that Spotify is now officially available in the Philippines!

Well, that latter piece of news is quite late by all standards.

Anyway, I am most thankful for Spotify as it allowed me to update my music selection without cramming my iPhone.  I used to feel so envious of Le Beau because of his Pandora access, but now, not so much.

And this is where I discovered Haim.

Haim - The Wire

Jewcy magazine called them three Jewish sisters who rock.  And I absolutely agree.  When I first heard The Wire, I immediately fell in love with them.  This goes without saying that I am now officially following them on Spotify and everywhere else.

I love myself some good femme fatale songs, much more with the uniqueness of their tone and the rawness of their lyrics.  I don’t know about you, but they kind of sound like the perfect marriage of Alanis Morissette and some Mumford and Sons Wilson Phillips.  Their sound is upbeat, soothing, and unique — at least to my ears.  I just love their tune.  It never fails to turn my day around.

I am yet to listen to more updated tunes, but as of the moment, I’m relishing in the brilliance of these three sisters and dreaming of growing my hair and having that wavy-hair-don’t-care attitude.

*sighs dreamily*

The music, the lyrics

Lately, I’ve been listening to a lot of party music.  For those who have come to know me pretty well, I’m not really a fan of club music.  But lately, the lyrics are becoming more meaningful and the beat, more relatable.

Or maybe they always have been, I just never paid attention.

Either way, the music has been giving me the necessary energy to push through midterms and final paper requirements.  It has been a pretty tough first quarter.  There are days when I regret going to school and working full-time at the same time, but then, there are days when I just need a little extra push.

And this is one of those days.

Did that just perk you up too?  What do you often listen to when you need that little extra push?

Listening to Ellie

Sorry for being MIA for the past few weeks.  I don’t have much to write about really, mostly because I am so preoccupied with school and work.

What is important is that I am happy.

And I am pleasantly surprised by Ellie Goulding.  I chanced upon her song Anything Could Happen while I was randomly playing songs over the radio while running.  That song is surprisingly motivating!

Naturally, it being a relatively new song to my ears, I looked it up on YouTube and found this pleasant surprise.

That is one talented lady.  Seriously.  I was right to love European artists.

But yeah, she’s not my discovery.

So far, I’ve only been working and studying and squatting.  I’m all about my butt lately, and admittedly, I haven’t been as consistent with the running.  What I’ve been consistent about is the squatting.  You’ll even notice it on my Instagram where I host Motivation Mondays.  Hahahaha.  I know right.  Maybe I should make it a full blown fitness journey page.  I need to tighten stuff naturally.  Hahahaha.

Oh darling.  It has been a very wild ride.

The red head got me all wrapped up again

I would like to explain my unintentional hiatus.  It is purely because of work.  Honestly.  I’ve been crammed with project after project, and mind you I’m not even done with the primary assignment to begin with.

Photography classes every Saturday tide me over, though.  I cannot wait to share my photos with you… if only I have the time to at least resize them.  Hahaha.

Anyway, I’ve been crushing hard on Ed Sheeran lately.  For those who know me well, they know my stance on having children.  But this song of his… well, it somehow makes me change my mind, at least for a good four minutes.

It really is the sweetest song.  I have never heard someone sing so honestly.

It’s not that I don’t love kids — you can ask anyone and they will tell you the same thing:  I am the perfect babysitter.  Babies and kids automatically love me and I barely try.  They are cute and cuddly and playful… and they’re not for me.  Hahaha.  I like the fact that I can return them to their parents when they start crying or pooping or do magical things with a Sharpie that is way beyond my control.

Some say I only feel this way because the time has not come for me yet.  They say, I just have to see the person I am meant to spend my life with and realize that there is nothing more I would want than to have a son grow up to become just like him.

And with that, I tell them this:

15

Just saying. :)