Dispatches by Adrian Conoza

Third year, for me, came with new experiences, new subjects, new friends, new burdens, new pains, new lessons, and—thankfully—new music to hear. At first year I listened mostly to motown, disco, and rock music, a bit of 70s and 80s, and a bit of current. Then at second year, I discovered the sounds that emerged in the 80s, from New Wave to synthpop to the simple pop. And last school year, I was glad to stumble upon 90s to today's music—alternative rock, indie, OPM, and pop as well—and found myself concluding that today's music isn't all trash and swears. I like some songs because of their well-written lyrics, which made me feel the way I felt at certain circumstances. Some of them I found interesting and pleasing to my ears because of the prettily-weaved composition. But I like most of them because of both. With no further ado, here are the 101 Songs of My Third Year. We'll have these "chart" in weekly intervals until we reach number 1. Here are the first 11 s

Do you have something, or someone that you miss? I guess there's at least one. For me right now, I miss more of life. I, therefore, have to leave this workplace named cyberspace for long if I won't be doing anything productive here, except creating a post like this or dig more of music. Furthermore, there was school, and it made me miss a lot of things. Now it's summer, I get close to some things I've missed, but there are still things I'm still longing for. Here are the top 5 things I miss in life so far that struck my mind instantly and instantly landed into my notebook. Hope you'll like it! 5. My own piles of literature Before summer began, I hardly got some time reading books. I could hardly get through free time when almost all of my time before was spent in labor, demands, and stress, and lazy sleep. That's why today I do anything to get into the habit of reading once again. I still believe in the pleasure and contentment reading can give. It can driv

The floor is full of boys and girls. The lights turn dim, but they still dance. The  notable  opening  guitar chords of Spandau Ballet's "True" is heard. The mood turns slow. I open my hand to a simply pretty girl, and she does hold it. Those speakers are already blurting out the song's "Huh-huh-huh-huuuuuh-huh...", together with those soothing keyboards. I and the girl dance. And it is a moment to cherish, an event that just last for some time. Well, that didn't really happen. I just thought it would happen that way. But prom did happen—that first of the twice-in-a-lifetime event that only occurs in your high school life, and in your adolescence. It's a unique happening in your life as a student wherein you do anything in your power to socialize, dance either with your crush or simply a friend, party as long as you want, and be the man or woman you are. It is where everything turns formal, hopefully not as formal as my acquaintances perceive me.This

This blogger has been interested to give some flair to the blog. This time, here are 5 reasons I thought could be good reasons why you'll possibly argue with your mama or dad on what's tuned in on your radio, unless you listen online or you have a personal one. 1. They just want music. Nothing more. Nothing less. They just want to listen to songs, and no talk. That's mostly because they get used to RJ 100's "three songs in a row". By the way, the mentioned station is the veteran in playing "oldies but goodies". They may even like Home Radio's easy-listening playlist, though DJs were already added, so it's no more automated until the wee hours. So they just want music that won't be interrupted except by station IDs or commercials 2. They won't relate to talk-oriented programs on FM. It's not a matter of class. It's just that they won't relate to the talk of the DJs before and after the music. I reasoned out before that it&#

Note: This is a simple recollection and review of a person who appreciates the arts, including film. Humbly speaking, he is just starting again digging for movies this summer, and he's not much knowledgeable in motion picture. So don't expect that he'll give you a good review like those in newspapers. He just wants to write. Maybe in the future, he will write reviews better. Recently this 9 a.m. of  April, 8, 2013, I viewed a film from the past which I found interesting to watch. On Cinemax, after seeing a good, original iteration of Captain America (where I saw again Nazis after The Rocketeer  and The Counterfeit Traitor ) in the morning, I was glued to a disaster film from 1976: Two-Minute Warning . It all started with a successful murder attempt to an unknown biker. Then, it would proceed to the beginning of a big day at Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum—or the venue of the 1984 Summer Olympics—which attracted my eye from the movie's start. As the movie reels, different