empty hearts

when jing cannot play, we become sad.
the last two gigs were jingless and we were so depressed. we were like lost kids, juveniles with no direction in life. it seemed that we just came from north korea. although funsiya (bigskymind) gig and whale (subic) gig were ok, we still felt the emptiness inside our hearts.

jing would have controlled our actions. he would have told us to stop laughing without any reason. he would have whipped our butts if he found out we were telling stories about a mommy, giving happy brownies to her son. The son then realizes that his daddy all of a sudden was present. so with a frightened tone he says: "mommy, bakit nandiyan si daddy? diba iniwan na niya tayo?" Then he lies down in a fetal position.

jing would also have kicked our shins (he kicks shins because he only wants the thigh part for it is a leg of ham) if he found out that we drank too much cossack vodka mixed with guava juice. i can imagine him kicking my shin while discreetly dropping some sleeping pills in my plastic cup.

using his lawyer madskillz, he would have prevented zig from sleeping away from the rest of the band (zig slept in a hotel were taken by cars stayed. i think he already wants to be traded). he would tell zig that their family should have hired a driver instead.

if he saw me reading the book (tome of amplify emo a.k.a. message in a bottle by nicholas sparks) that i brought, he would have splashed omega pain killer on my eyes so that i couldn't see.

of course the only thing he would not have prevented was our constant demands for MORE food. being the grown man he is, he would have asked for more longganisa during breakfast.

it's a good thing donald laudencia (of aizo fame) came to the rescue. although he is not yet gaddilike and shirleylike (to become shirleylike, you must eat lots of pancit canton without chewing, and gain 50lbs above the normal weight for your height) he played the guitar well. i, on the other hand, sucked. compared to jing, i am a bass-waste. jing is the bassmaster general and i will forever look up to him.

anyway, the point is we need jing. look at the next picture. this was taken by ate salinas inside the starex on the way home to mr kabab (yes, mr kabab is our home). look at how sad owel is. that's because jing wasn't there to fill our empty hearts.
-ean

ps. i hope ate salinas won't shoot me because of all my grammatical errors.