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You’re Scheming On A Thing That’s A Mirage

Albert 2MNG

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BGM: [Sabotage] by Beastie Boys

Today rained a lot. Today, I am also pissed a lot.

Yes, you know… there’s no classes. Suspension and pandemonium is in the school atmosphere as an approaching catastrophic rainstorm is set to wreak havoc. Yeah, and then just brave the rains and try to squeeze some money out of what you paid them for.

But, it seemed that the students are destined for more than just a little splashing in the Espana roads.

Here are the things I braved… and ranted… and cussed about.

  • Traffic caused a heckuva of a headache. I boarded a Feoroza bus to Espana. Cost? Php 15.00. Then I just waited for it to move northern to catch the 7:30 AM deadline for late students in UST.

    I slept, and slept, on and on and on, inside the bus.

    And when I woke up, expecting to be anywhere near the 100m radius of Welcome Rotonda, the fricking bus is still in the motherf*cking Examiner road.

    F*ck, f*ck, f*ck. How’s that for a 30-minute doze-off? I stretched my neck to see the big commotion up front, and all I see is a heckuva… rain, rain, rain… and lots and lots and lots of swearing drivers and passengers.

    *Putangina, ang haba! Male-late na ako sa opisina!* (F*ck, I’d be late for office!)

    *Sinungaling na Pag-Asa yan! Sabi nila sa UH e drizzle lang ang ulan?* (The weather bureau lied! They said in a morning program that the rain will be a drizzle!)
  • The fricking bus then BROKE DOWN. The driver, hoping for a salvation in taking the Sto. Domingo shortcut road, actually became a karmatic experience for him. He side-swipped a slow car in the road…and in the later road, the rabbit became a turtle.

    *Bruuummm…..tsuk! tsug! buk-buk-buk-buk…krakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…..*

    Dammit. Just when it’s already 7:00 AM and the bus made a M. Night Shyamalan twist. The bus still managed to reach Welcome Rotonda. And when the bus broke at the third LAST time…

    I immediately alighted the vehicle and walked to the direction of UST.
  • Some of the passengers of the earlier bus are f*ck-offs. Instead of helping the bus move forward, they ACTUALLY JEERED for the early gas-leak of the bus.

    *Oy! Luma na ang bus mo!* (Ey! Your bus is too old!)

    *Papalitan mo sa may-ari! Naihian na ito ng mga Hapon!* (Have the owner replace the vehicle! This vehicle is so old it might’ve gotten piss from the Japanese occupation era!)

    *Nako! Masisira na ‘yan! Arkila ka ng pedicab para sa amin!* (Yeesh, your vehicle will soon be kaput! Go hire a pedicab for us as recompense!)
  • A passenger on the early bus actually gave me a stare-down as if searching for molds on bread. I don’t know if he just downed three tablets of Valium or he just loves to die inside.
  • The beep-beeps of the stranded jeeps pissed me a lot, along with the cuss words that came along with it.

    *beep! beep! beeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppp!!!*
    *Hoy p–tangina tagal nyo a!* (Hey! You motherf*ckers are so slow!)
  • I met a DPS acquaintance named Keith of Mapua Institute of Technology (also known as the PaTaL or “Pamantasan sa Tabi ng Lyceum”) near a BayanTel phone booth.

    He actually wants to go to Intramuros! Sh*t. Buy a boat, Aquaman.

    He went to find a phone booth other than the kaput BayanTel phone booth, so he left me with a sexy friend of his. The girl was very polite and succinct.
  • The piss-off? I can’t find a single phone booth that actually WORKS either!!!
  • Looking at the situation and what could possibly happen if this Ragnarok-esque situation becomes much worse, I decided to find a way home. It took me fifteen minutes and dozens of rumblings under seething teeths until I found one jeep that will go to Philcoa-Cityhall.

    The driver, obviously a spiritual descendant of Gary Lising, went into a *shortcut* that actually isn’t. He took a U-turn at a wheelchair lane at the dividing island at the road. And what’s his reward? Getting stalled. The tyres stuck in the wide width of the canal at the sides, and it took lots of Newton-power and us to get out of the jeep before the driver summoned hercules and lifted the jeep out of its predicament.
  • Here’s the thing that made me almost grab my umbrella and stab it into the driver’s groin.

    I was sleeping…. sleepy after that exhausting ordeal… and I FINALLY KNEW that UST announced the suspension earlier at 6:30 am, according to a beleaguered UST Medical student I met in the same jeep. Then suddenly…(ironically, this happened at the Eraserheads’ song “Pop Machine” I was playing in my Discman while sleeping)

    BANG!!!!!

    Damn! I thought that Clint Eastwood’s frigging gun lost focus. The jeep skidded to the side of an overpass. We all went down in a fury. The jeepney’s tire (right lower) was flattened to smithereens. With that, I left in a huff and boarded the very first jeepney I saw going to Fairview.

    By the way, if you saw a jeep near the Pantranco terminal at around 9:00 to 10:00 am, repairing a tyre, it’s that driver.
  • I was planning to go to a PC shop and let out the rage and disgust. But the rain went berserk every time the thought crossed my mind.
  • I was really wet. I can’t finish my thesis. F–k.

At least Master Jeff didn’t get in that predicament Lucky! /heh

Next time, I’ll make sure I board a decent bus or an FX taxi when the friggin’ rain comes.

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