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Whwee!!! Now I’m back from the vacation time. Now for some action.
For my mp3 downloading brethen (if there are any who download the stuff I post)…
I’m uploading 5 batches of songs in WinZip/WinRar format, so there are 25 songs I post for this week.
The YouShareIt thingie is taking up a lot, and I’m still looking at any flaws it might have, so for the meanwhile, I’m putting them again on YouSend It. The ones on ** are for the DSL ones. If you are on DialUp, well, at least have a Download Accelerator handy.
Since my vacation is too long and too many things transpired to mention, here is a recap.
NOTE: It looks like s**t, but my vacation is a little bit like s**t too.
Quezon City to North Luzon Expressway 1st Tollgate:
DAMN. Due to a freak coincidence or just for an economical f*ckin’ pinch, they used an old Sarao jeep all the way from Bambang, Nueva Vizcaya. The driver had the chickensh*t fear that the Metro Manila cops are after him due to his license plate number isn’t compatible with their asses or their bosses’ laws, so he pleaded us to board his jeep on or before 2:00 PM or else the trip’s gonna be botched. Talk about friggin’ choices, to board his jeep. Well, so as to speak, I just rushedly packed my clothes (wearable ones, of course) on a green mountain hiking bag, complete with 20 CDs of j-pop MP3s and 5 pairs of NATIONAL Gold batteries.
We are packed in the friggin’ jeep like a bunch of sardines in a can! Too bad the tomato sauce was inside the sardines. The driver told us until we don’t reach Gapan (which I think is in Nueva Ecija, a thousand or more miles away), we couldn’t free up some space for our legs and bodies, since the baggae and the excess bulls**t took up the most space.
On the other hand, dad has gone paranoid. Talk about age difficulties. He gave the house keys to our neighbor Fely Oba-san (Japanese for old woman) and boarded the jeep.
While on the way, some assholes in the jeep shot jealous glances on me. Well, who wouldn’t be jealous at a preoccupied me, while they just sit there like good little ducklings on a shooting range. I was listening to lots of Amuro Namie’s songs on my Discman and sipping a nice cold bottle of mineral water. I was the only one in the jeep who have a preoccupation while on the traveling roadtrip. They slept and vomited on the way, ha ha ha. Pity ya.
NLEX 1st Tollgate to Gapan, Nueva Ecija
Now we stopped. Yes, I can piss now on the way, because my bladder went nuts in the middle of the trip. DAMN i shouldn’t drank that Zesto juice that morning, now I suffer the consequences.
I found a CR, but my pisspoor cousins were already there. Wo-hoo. So I pissed on the nearest obscure wall of privacy. While I was relieving myself of the watery baggage, I saw the sign (DO NOT PISS HERE). I did a national sin.
We drank lots of buko juice while on the pit stop. My Lola Elvie took care of the price.
ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH (*Jawk…..it’s from Gapan to Bambang…the longest part of the trip)
We stopped at a second pitstop, now it’s an eatery. In the Philippines, whenever one enterprising cook wants to flaunt his food or flotsam to hungry travellers, they set up these eateries, ranging from respectable to plain shambles. Now, we have a Halo-Halo eatery-plus-softdrinks. Wowee. I had my fill. Then we go again. I am STILL the only one preoccupied, the sane one. The others, they preoccupy themselves with counting the countless bugs, lovemaking dogs, fleas, candies…
Now here comes the Oh-I-Need-To-Vomit part of the kids we brought along with us. Too bad there’s no medicine to help them besides our almost-limitless supply of ice-cold mineral water.
The RAIN! Yess!!! Summer is gone for the while. We encountered a nice good storm on the mountain road. I am already playing my FF soundtrack CDs, and the track goes to the titles “Pandemonium” and “Liberi Fatali”. Goodness.
And the night has come. We already endured 8 hours of travel, including the occasional stops I mentioned earlier. AND MY ASS IS KILLING ME. The jeep didn’t include the sign that says “COMFORTABLE”. The rocky road left my ass redder than Rudolph the Reindeer’s nose. At least I am already listening to the FMP soundtrack, which kept the pain away. Mind over matter, they say.
The third pitsop was in another eatery in Santa Fe, Nueva Vizcaya, near a Caltex gas station. I bought a nice cold bottle of Cheers for a swig. Hey, there’s no beer here. *rummages* . DAMN! *(&(%*&$%**^$$&^….nah. That ranting is just fictional. they don’t have any beer there.
Briathrail // Albert 2MNG 
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