11 May 2006
hitsi am a frustrated rockstar, or at least I really want to be an important member of a hardcore alternative band. i am an image whore and i must admit that i am no music lover. sonic waves do not sweep me to other dimensions, at least not the way literature and films do. but like in motion pictures, music has over the years served as a backdrop to my everyday activities. here's me driving, here's me ramming into a truck, here's me early in the morning choosing which clothes to put on; here's me sliding down against my locked door with tears streaming down my cheeks and in my head, cursing my father. all those times, an angry alternative band pumps attitude into the stale, humid air.
when i walked out of a top network's broadcast building for the very last time after slaving there for six months, i had the darkest pair of shades on, the clunkiest pair of leather shoes i owned, a velvet vest on top of crisp white shirt and i took ramp-worthy strides. "bittersweet symphony" was playing full blast in my head.
i'm bad with names and titles and when i was young, i had to sing the chorus of a hit song in a record bar because i cannot for the life of me specify to the sales clerk which album or which artist i was looking for. these dyas, i still go for the boyish angry sound--the low, pained voice, bitter lyrics and crying guitars; the snappy and passionate beating of the percussions. i may not know the titles or the artists of the songs (except for the real popular ones like stp, u2, franz ferdinand, pearl jam, etc.) but their art sure affects my mood so much.
so here's me recording my first hit:
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this is the digital age and here is a modern way to hit on a girl. follow the link to help the guy in the picture get laid for the first time. this really sounds funny, and the humor lies in the fact that i am serious. just click on it and bring the guy closer to that golden first screw. this might just be a dark marketing scheme, and one day he might decide to sell merchendise. but i still urge you brethren, hit on the link and make your good deed for the day. it is, after all, just one hit.
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yesterday, alphonse my officemate exclaimed: it's raining! we all rushed to the windows and took a peep in between the slots of the vertical blinds. behind the sheet of glass, an amber colored sky sparkled with little beads of water. the thirsty concrete spread itself to receive grace. the stainless steel of the jollyjeepneys glimmered with gloss. i remember maryanne's beautiful short story entitled agua de mayo. it showed how the the monumental may showers 
ushered in a new era in a protagonist's life.
i just stepped back into the office now, reeking of beer, contemplating about things. drops of water are hitting the windows like angry fingers.
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