Profile

Name: Sheight

Ma photo
Nom : the incurable romantic
Lieu : Philippines

a fat-ass who constantly struggles to take a breather every now and then. a conventional man of quixotic tastes. a masticated piece of nothingness begging for your last drop of conceit. a procrastinate insisting on raw but substantial work under time constraint. a romantic, and incurable at that.

Looking Back:

janvier 2005
avril 2005
mai 2005
juin 2005
juillet 2005
août 2005
septembre 2005
octobre 2005
novembre 2005
décembre 2005
janvier 2006
février 2006
mars 2006
avril 2006
mai 2006
octobre 2006
novembre 2006
décembre 2006
janvier 2007
février 2007
mars 2007
mai 2007
juin 2007
juillet 2007
août 2007
septembre 2007
octobre 2007
novembre 2007
décembre 2007
février 2008
mars 2008
avril 2008
mai 2008
juillet 2008
août 2008
septembre 2008
novembre 2008
décembre 2008
janvier 2009
février 2009

Previous Jargon:

  • "my problem, not yours"
  • About time dah-ling.
  • Walang mahirap na trabaho sa malaking sweldo ( :
  • read novia's post and got tagged!! happily obliged...
  • sabado night with the perezes ( :
  • after the holy week sabbatical
  • The Emperor and the Porifera
  • it's the after-party wuhoo!! ( :
  • Season's Cheers
  • ooohhh, wait, a new thesismate?? ( :
  • Click on 'em too

    | aeth | jaca | arianne | shawitee | eevan | jaypee | rafael | ralph | xam |

    |1jrn2 |onhibernation |Click Here!! |

    Creative Commons License
    This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.  

    "pakingsheeettt, banda" Read this, Nikki Avila. ( : |

     

    That's an original line from Tuesday of Top Junk.

    and well, she said that in a very different context as i would now use it

    This is where I'm coming from:

    NOT EVERYONE WHO FRIGGIN KNOWS HOW TO TINKER WITH MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS SHOULD START A BAND!!

    Earlier, i woke up to the sound of hellish banging. only a lot later did i realize that the banging was actually a group of neighbors trying to pull off a full-scale band performance.

    miserably pulling it off.

    imagine a perpetually-congested nasal passage (i.e. a "ngongo") and translate that to the sound of drums and guitars, and other what-have-theys.

    yes, it sounded a lot like that. and worse, it's like they continued playing even after they inadvertently punctured their drums.

    good thing they dint make matters more riotous by employing vocals, else they be sued for felony.

    okay, so maybe they were merely having some good 'ole band practice. but if that were the case, shouldn't they be doing that in, i don't know, sheesz, a studio maybe?? with a room triply padded especially for starters and/or their kind.

    they shouldn't be trying that stint out loud, at the expense of terrified alley cats.

    ------

    so, i don't play any instrument. send me to the gallows.

    but i still think i would be able to say when a set just plainly stinks.

    and while i am no great fan of hardcore rock, i know i'd still be able to differentiate between the lauded rakrakan and the wannabe. (NOT!!) nyahahahaha ( :

    yeah, i also happen to hear a lot of rakrakan lately, probly because i now work in a mag which freely advocates that. and when people at the office start playing their brand of rakrakan, i have this inexplicable urge to slink in the shadows and stay there--i just can't seem to share their enthusiasm for that, try as i may. im undeniably a lost case.

    ow, i am officially assuming my new post tomorrow. full-time eagerly clueless writah at that.

    ------

    there's just one time that i was in a band practice. a spectator at that.

    beshty nikaria, if you're reading this, yes, im talking about you ex's band.

    they rehearsed in a studio somewhere near sm north edsa and i had to go with the ex because we both agreed to meet up with beshty later.

    during band practice, i was real wise enough to be seated near the drums.

    so after their set, while they were applauding one another, i did the most mundane human act: I YAWNED. because i needed to squeeze out the unneeded air from my eardrums.

    i dint realize that a yawn could be so telling until i saw the puzzled, nay, outraged looks on their faces.

    nixie's ex: "pare, hinihikaban lang tayo o"
    the other two in unison: "oo nga e, na-bore ata"
    ex: "tirahan natin nung *insert name of forgotten song here*"
    me: "nde ang galing niyo, sumakit lang talaga tenga ko, tara uwi na tayo, (to ex) puntahan na natin si nikaria"

    all three looked rather scathingly at me and started playing their respective instruments again.

    ------

    I am currently addicted to Fergie's Barracuda, opening chords (of which i am not sure if it is the rightful term, i just found it fancy)

    Thou shalt listen to it. emphasis emphasis on opening instruments.

    I think I heard someone in the office play those chords even before i got to listen to barracuda. I liked it that much i was actually on the verge already of threatening him with a britney spears album if he stopped playing. :p

    *Barracuda uploaded in my multiply playlist*

    ------

    Just watched Iwitness featuring Pier 16.

    I know that parents would always want the best for their children.

    That's why i completely miss the point of parents who still wanna produce offsprings given their really, really, unbearable living conditions (like residing under the chassis of container vans parked at the port, and making do with barely P800 a week).

    You see, while I am no defender of the land's politics, i would insist that the government is not always the place to assign the blame.

    -----

    I am so so so in love with Michael Phelps!!

    and i am not talking about his record olympic golds here,




    man, im talking of the bod here!! a wonderland, demigod, bod!!

    now all he has to do is look a bit more like my lovah below




    and im gonna pledge my loyalty to him for all eternity

    nyahahahaha

    ^__^



    jived by the incurable romantic |   lundi, août 18 | 8:00 AM

     

    | blogger.com | photobucket.com | haloscan |