I have been a fan of Saab's writing since college and have watched (or read) how from Grrrl Scout days, along with Jim's band, it became Cheats. I never really knew how good their music was until two weekends ago when I saw Cheats perform live for the first time at the Satchmi Vinyl Day at the Bonifacio High Street Amphitheater.

I used to not care about music.

It's often disappointing for people to know that I dance and yet I didn't know any music aside from those songs I'm currently rehearsing. When they ask, I just let out this half-thought excuse that I'm more of a TV person, which I really am.

If there's one thing singlehood has given me, it's the appreciation for music. Don't get me wrong, I didn't suddenly become a music enthusiast. I just have given it a slice of my attention. And I remember EXACTLY how this happened. Ironically, it was a guy.

This person is so into music that in every conversation, there was a way he could inject his kind of jam to the topics. Whenever we were together, he would play songs on loop. The thing was, I didn't exactly love his song choices. Good guy, yet his songs drove me crazy. I didn't know it then but I think this was another reason why we didn't happen. Nevertheless, it put music on my radar.

Come March, I started really liking John Mayer. It was influenced by a girl from my photography club who talked passionately about her love for John Mayer. Around this time, I was really receptive to other people's kind of music. Whenever friends would post songs I didn't know on Facebook, I'll listen just so I'd know if I'll actually like it or not.

Then entered April 2013, the month when I started to find joy in clubbing.

Back in college, I used to hate going to clubs. When my dance troupe went clubbing, I'd just sit idly at our table, constantly looking at my phone's time (because I don't wear watches heh) and then asking people when we'll be leaving. One time, people didn't want to leave but because I was being too grumpy, they all had to stop dancing. I was living alone. I didn't had a curfew. What was wrong with me?

Not cool. I know that now.

Starting April, I was out partying every single week, even on weekdays. I had a 10 straight weeks record of being in bars/clubs according to Foursquare, and that's because I only started using the app again around May. As of today, I'm still hooked on club anthems. I won't say EDM per se because that's a whole genre that I have yet committed myself into liking just basing on my love for the 60+ songs currently on my party playlist, which is aptly named "Parteeey" by the way. How original.

This, plus my friends' influences, I was able to branch out to other genres that I will choose to not yet talk about because, again, I'm still pretty new at this. However, this I can say: I used to not care about music. Now, I kinda get it when people talk about a certain soundtrack of their lives. Mine's currently Midnight City from M83.

The final week of February is coming up and my post count has not even reached half of my goal post count. It was forgivable in January since there was too much on my plate. However, my February was supposed to be the month when I'll catch up. Where did my time go?

For the sake of a post count, here's my current ringtone: a 40-sec cut of Mr. Little Jeans' Angel.

I stopped watching Gossip Girl ages ago and I just recently learned that this was the music Dair (Dan + Blair) made out to. They say it involves an elevator.

To download, click here.

It's in iPhone format but you can use it for Android too! Simply rename the .m4r extension to .m4a.

It was only last week when I watched Perks of Being a Wallflower with friends. I didn't even really got to watch every second of it because I was working while also on a drinking session. (Boo! Loser!) One thing that stuck to me though was the cool soundtrack.