Monster Me

#180: Loving Internet Radio

After 6 months here, it just hit me the other day: I can actually listen to Philippine radio via the internet! Stupid me. How could I have overlooked that little detail when these are the things they keep on drumming in your head as you're in your car stuck in Manila traffic? It's like finding an easter egg. It's 8:27am here now. I'm in the library supposedly studying but the stuff I'm getting from Monster Radio is making me grin like an idiot. Just like the way I used to grin in my car as I'm stuck in Manila traffic.

I once more heard Amber's "Manila." I like that a lot not only because it describes my mental state now but also because of the fresh R&B feel they've applied to such a classic. I'll always be an R&B girl. So, as I'm debating whether or not to unplug this so I can focus on studying, this song by Eric Benet plays. "The Last Time." I love the piano and the bass (or cello?) in the background. Makes you think of dancing in a soft flowing gown under the moonlight. The lyrics are also quite nice. Reminds me of lilies. I love lilies. So much for focusing on Operations Management. Then they run the Top 10 answers to the topic of the day: Confessions of a Broken Heart. One girl confesses to breaking up with a guy because he ate the wing part of the chicken they were sharing. Wha-? Yeah, her rationale was that he knew that that's the only part of chicken she likes yet he still took it. She felt that she could not marry a man who's wired that way. Hmm. I like the thigh part (especially KFC or Jollibee Chickenjoy) but I wouldn't go that far. Reminds me of the story of this old couple. The woman, after like 50 years of marriage, decides that she's fed up with her husband always giving her the end parts of the bread. (I also don't like those end parts.) She confronts her husband and finds out that he had been giving those to her all these years because those were HIS favorite parts. Ah. (Either the guy is such a sweetie or he's just extremely smart in finding a way out. But that's just the cynic in me speaking. Cynic, be gone.)

Now back to my radio.