Brain patterns

The tittle has just slight connection with the subject of this blog. I thought of it while I was sweating under the cloudy skies of San-Miguel Avenue, Ortigas: the shit you have to go through in life.

Today was the most frustrating day of my life.

I went to some company and passed my resume, for the second time. I really liked this company. I keep on coming back applying eventhough I know it will be really really hard for me to to be employed, if not impossible. I am desperate and optimistic.

I never liked bragging, I don’t get anything from it. But this occasion calls for it. My title ENGINEER is shouting on the top of my resume and the fact that I am a topnotcher is placed in a conspicuous place, you wont miss it. I feel like a ballon, big but full of air. I am very much aware of how I performed in school, and it is not pleasing.

So I entrered the building, for the second time, still hoping. I saw the same woman who got my resume fo the first time. She saw the front page of my resume and told me to sit down for a while. As I walk through the hall way I recalled  the very simmilar experience. I brace my self for a plunge. Not a minute later she came out and talked to me.

my world crumbled when she said, "It’s a requirement that a cadet has no failing grade". It’s an inevitable truth and there’s completely nothing I can do. Frustration defined. I was imagining how I looked like when I faked my smile.

Then one thing I wont forget happened. While she was explaining how important the criteria of "how the applicant perfomed in school" she stopped talking then smiled then handed my resume back. Man. I guess there’s somethings in life that I should be regretting, but I don’t/won’t. I walked around and around waiting for the jeep smoking.

I walked out infuriated. Not to the woman or to the company or to me. I was infuriated because of the realities of the world, it bit me big time.

I applied next to another company, the result was somewhat hillarious and wierd for the people who worked there. I didn’t mind, I saw the worst.

I still applied for 2 companies under the heat of the sun. I walked a long road sweating my collar and bursting the veins of my legs. Again I felt the rigors of the street, but now I’m happy for it. At least it reminded me that i’m still alive.

Be resilient, I kept telling myself. Im afraid when the time will come when I can accept the idea, cause when that happens I know I have given up.

Ohh the shit we have to go through in life. While were on it, why not have it special. I offer you "Dung Frost", the coolest shit in town.

I’m always wary about filipino writers. when I’ve heard of jessica zafra I thought she’s one of those writers who got famous by writing poetic lines and exhausting their broad vocabulary. I could write better, i thought.

my mistake was to avoid her book.

My brother bought a Twisted 7. I think it was a compilation of articles in a magazine (I haven’t read the whole book yet, I’ll tell you why). I picked the book and attempted to know why is jessica zafra in every national book store. I browse at the book and came across an article in tittled "To live and die for rock and roll". I started to read the article and tried to understand what jessica was saying. An thirty minutes later I was finishing a fourth article. WOW. I can’t put the book down. I was mesmerized by the way she write. Then I look at my self as a puny blogger and said ‘i can never be anything like jessica’.

Jessica Zafra knows what she is writing. She’s not bias, although she has her favorites. She talks about almost anything under the sun. She is not afraid to say what she wants to say; i don’t think she ever has to be, the truth of what she’s saying is undeniable. She lays down the words that the topic becomes more interesting. She enjoys what she does, and in turn, shares some fun to us.

The Phillipine music, film, arts and literature has long been defiled by weired human beings hungry for fame and money and other things I cannot fathom. I don’t hate Filipino artist, in fact I search for those few good ones… and also, I fancied that I could be one of them. FIlipinos needs someone like her, no, the world needs someone like her.

… i’m sorry I compared my self to her, and even dreamed to be a writer.

iF NOBODY UNDERSTANDS YOU, MAYBE IT’S YOU WHO DO NOT UNDERSTAND…

hay ang hirap. ang gusto mo lang naman ay ang magkaroon ng maayos gig araw araw. hirap men. punta ka sa bar napunong puno ng usok. tapos magaantay ka ng tatlong oras para lang makatugtog ng tatlong kanta. Ipagsisiksikan ang treseng banda sa isng gig. bakit ba ang hirap??? paano ang mga bandang parang boyband nakakakuha ng mga magagandang gig. Hay nako. ok lang masaya naman. ang mag yosi kasama ang mga kabarkada mo. mga taong di mo kakilala kasama mong umuiinom sa madaling araw. kailan darating na ang lahat ng banda ay mapakinggan sa buong pilipinas sa buong pilipinas. KAILAN BA AKO MAGKAKAROON NG SARILING GROUPIES?!!! malapit na ako maghanap ng trabaho at iwan na ang mundo ng underground music. Hindi ko na matutugunan ang aking luho sa pagpunta sa mga underground gigs. alapit ko na iwan ang buhay na aking kinasaya. malapit na ako magbunkal ng tae para sa aking kabuhayan. Hatiran kayo ng malinis na tubig. Ayusin ang inyong mga basura. Bigyan kayo ng malinis na hangin. Linisin ang kalsada. panatilihing baha-free ang kalsadang inyong dinadaana. malay nyo ako na ang susunod nyong mumurahin habang nagbubungkal sa gitana ng kalsada. at habang ginagawa ko ang mga bagay na ito hindi ko pwedeng hawakan ang aking gitara at tumugtog.

ang pangako ng musika ay mananatiling pangako para sa akin. ang pangarap ng musika ay mananatiling pangarap sa akin. Ngunit ang musika ay mananatili sa akin…

Red, red wine, go to my head,
Make me forget that I
Still need her so.

Red, red wine, it’s up to you.
All I can do, I’ve done;
But mem’ries won’t go.
No, mem’ries won’t go.

I’d have thought that with time
Thoughts of her would leave my head.
I was wrong, and I find
Just one thing makes me forget.

Red, red wine, stay close to me.
Don’t let me be alone;
It’s tearing apart
My blue, blue heart.

I’d have thought that with time
Thoughts of her would leave my head.
I was wrong, and I find
Just one thing makes me forget.

Red, red wine, stay close to me.
Don’t let me be alone;
It’s tearing apart
My blue, blue heart.