Briathrail // Albert 2MNG

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BGM: [Ms. Jackson] by OutKast

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Lately money has been scarce for me.

Since I have no classes anymore, I have no obligations anymore, all I do at home is loaf and read manga and drink bottomless ice fruitshakes from the blender.

I need money to buy myself Internet Cards (at roughly 2 dollars each, or Php 100) to have a little preoccupation at home. But since I have no money, I have to do by earning some change here and there from work and errands I take from my parents, employers and relatives.

Life is hard for non-repeaters like me. Right, Jon?

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By April 21 I’ll be out until May 5 (tentative) since I have to attend far-away weddings of Ace and Alex, my stepuncles. I wish there is a PC shop somewhere near them. Please. But probably there is, but time will be a commodity. So by then, I’ll be on a good vacation.

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And since I have no more school obligations and boredom is slowly killing me, I have decided to go out of my room and join some of my relatives on a roadtrip or two.

Quezon City to Pangasinan

First, we went to Pangasinan (I don’t really remember the name of the place, but probably it sounds like “mabalacat”) to meet my Uncle (or Big Bro) Ace’s fiancee, which I didn’t have the pleasure to know or even ask for her name, since the 4-hour trip from Quezon City to Pangasinan left me dried up. Hungry and tactless, so I distanced myself from some far-relationed relatives unless I hit them with one-liners. I drowned myself listening to Amuro Namie and L’Arc’s albums I brought over along with my discman.

We arrived around 12 noon, and I had the pleasure to help myself with the buffet they prepared (we arrived before the house-blessing of Ace’s fiancee’s house), dozens of traditional foods that I really like.

There was the perennial kare-kare, dinuguan, papaitan, menudo, afritada, kaldereta, kilawin, meatballs with sauce, lechon, lechon paksiw, and the ever-present RICE. Oh man, this is life. My food at home pales in comparison to this buffet.

After helping myself, I just really staggered my way to the jeep (we paid for a jeep to use for a day of excursion) and slept for an hour or two while my mom and grandma is grilling Ace’s fiancee’s parents.

Later, my peaceful slumber was disturbed by my relatives, saying we will go again to a place. Oh man, here comes another round of travelogue blues. We went a short distance to a mango grove that Ace had the luck to know about.

NOW this is a place for all mango lovers. Scores and scores of trees with their branches laden with many Indian mangoes (I dunno the idiot who called these Indian mangoes) that my Uncle Romeo loves. I stayed in the jeep since my stomach is still laden with food.

30 minutes passed before we had to restrain uncle to bringing a second sackful of his beloved mangoes.

[to be continued on next blog post]