Myla Katzav

Whenever I find myself home alone doing some household chores, be it cooking, cleaning the house, ironing the clothes or writing like now, I always listen to Crossover FM 105.1.  Sometimes, it almost feels like I'm in the Philippines, just like how it was before specially when the smell of adobo cooking wafts through the house.

The music from the radio station is so relaxing, soothing and just plain cool.  And no matter how western are all the songs it plays, it is so Pinoy, so my generation and I cant help but reminisce the good old days. The good old days of my youth and singlehood.  The long trips my friends and I took between Manila and La Union and the provinces around it.  I recall the road from La Union and Pangasinan where you have the sea on your right and mountains on your left while "Sailing" is being played full blast.  The wind in my face complements the song that I feel like really sailing along life's waves.  Or the bar hopping in Pampanga at night with friends and meeting up others there. All those seemingly endless nights spent having dinner with friends after work in a cozy little restaurant in Malate or going dancing late on Friday nights with my girlfriends even in the middle of a strong typhoon either at Havannah in Malate or Strumms in Ortigas.  We were such regulars that our bags have its own space at the bar.  Sometimes, we even find business cards in our bags from guys who didn’t have the nerve to approach us.  We were so carefree and so full of fun while Retrospect would give out a blast of the 80's music.  Even in Boracay, while lounging in the sand we had music acompaniment from the portable stereo of our "deejay" girl friend. 

Music has been a standbyer in my life.  Through it, I got comforted while mending a broken heart. It helped me shed those tears easily.  Or when I am in love, it helped open my heart all the more! It has also accompanied me through the good times the most…with friends around all the time, travelling, eating or dancing. And now, it still accompanies me in my aloneness….and bringing me back home even for a moment and somehow, letting me get that feel once more of the wonders of being young again. 

Come to think of it, Music is my intagible bestfriend.  It has been a witness to all the people and events that shaped my life. It has provided me with the perfect mood at each changing moment and now that I have children of my own, it has also become a big part of their little worlds everyday.  Thank you, Music, for the everlasting gift of being the best and constant companion when loved ones are just too far to be reached.