howdy friends, new people have been adding up the multiply account, welcome welcome!
so anyway, haha
selena has a new candyaudioline throwback do, and singing with her onstage feels like watching her at buzznite except i'm onstage with her haha. i got a haircut, it's a 3rd yr high school throwback haircut and it feels kinda weird, a late rainy summer haircut.
ean has an nbi clearance, an sss number, and a new job! congrats ean!
oh and we have a gig this weekend at bigsky! catch us with ciudad, the lowtechs, the purplechickens, pedicab, dr mindbender, and sleepwalk circus. it's our good friend mei's 2nd birthday party this year haha. we're gonna try to play the whole themesongs album in sequence at that gig, so if you're not doing anything that night, drop by! the gig is for free btw hehe
-owel
Showing posts with label bigskymind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bigskymind. Show all posts
Monday, 12 May 2008
Friday, 25 April 2008
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.
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.
-eanps. i hope ate salinas won't shoot me because of all my grammatical errors.
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