So many random things can trigger memories and feelings that have long been forgotten. Recently, the thing that made me reminisce was receipts for seemingly random purchases that I had found in a random pocket of my wallet. In this post, I'll be writing about the stories behind the purchases listed in these receipts.
“All of My Favorite Things” from 2019
Hindsight is, as they say, 2020, so what better way to kick start 2020 than by sharing some of the things that I loved and will always associate with 2019?
“Let Go of this Endless Summer Afternoon:” Rewinding 2019
The holidays are over and the new year is just a couple of days away. Now's the perfect time to reflect on everything that has happened in 2019. In this post, I'll be rewinding my feelings on self worth, mental illness, and various relationships throughout 2019 using the album that defined the year for me. Can you guess what this album might be?
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long:” A Rewind on a Relationship and Taylor Swift’s RED
In my new "Rewind" series, I'll listen to and write about whole albums, while recounting the most important songs to me now, as well as how I've changed since I first listened to it. In this edition, I'll be writing about Taylor Swift's album, Red, which is known as THE breakup album, and houses some of her saddest and most beautiful songs.
“Hugot Pa More:” My Favorite Morissette Songs
In Tagalog, there’s a word called “hugot.” It’s one of those words that doesn’t really have a direct translation into English, as far as I know, but the closest I can think of is heartache. Although music that is classified as a "hugot song" is sad, it's connotation in Filipino culture includes a variety of emotions and actions. In this post, I'll be sharing music from my favorite hugot singer, Morissette Amon and how they're related to aspects of Filipino culture and my own life.
Defining 2018: Favorites of the Year
When I look back at the years that have passed, what comes to mind are things that I enjoyed. Although sometimes accompanied by internal cringing due to the extreme difference in my tastes now, revisiting the things I enjoyed joggles my memory in what I was feeling at the time and the events that I might have forgotten.
Defining Angelika 