Tao of Alba

TAO OF ALBA

Wednesday, April 14, 2004 2:56 PM

If people are wondering what happened to me, I'm not dead, just getting burned in sunny Surigao. I could get used to driving an automatic, but don't tell Bembol that. I named my mom's new Honda, Moira. Why? It was the first thing that popped in my head, probably because she's silver with a tinge of pinkish purple, pretty, no tint, really sassy and classy, and she's really, really smart. Honestly, I have no idea how in hell that name got into my sanity.

Been going to the beach for the past three days. Nice right? No. Not really. Every time I take a look at the water, I want to take a plunge but then... I don't want any seawater near Moira. Her plush, gray seats are too damn clean. (She just epitomizes the word, "virgin"). The main purpose for the trip is to take pictures with my SLR, unfortunately, every coconut tree is filled with campaign materials and they're hardly beautiful to look at.

I may come back to Manila earlier. One of my professors lost her files with my grade in them. Oh hell.

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Monday, April 05, 2004 11:53 AM

the adventures of dad and me

Never thought that moving into another building in this (almost southern) side of the metro could be so adventuresome. Of course, the main feat is over. If one can see my ~~tiny~~ cozy apartment now, it would be one claustrophobic person’s nightmare. (The first time I saw it myself I felt like having an asthma attack, which is quite impossible). I wish I could take a picture but that would mean digging through mountains of boxes and garbage bags (since we ran out of boxes later on) just to find the CANON bag safeguarding my beloved digicam.

The greatest news I can give you is that I’m taking a month-long vacation. My dad finally convinced me to take a break since I’ve practically finished all my requirements. So I’m leaving for the sun and surf in Surigao on Black Saturday on the 5am flight (sigh) of Cebu Pacific.

I’ve got two road adventures to tell: Yesterday, Bembol died in the middle of an intersection from the airport. And today, my dad and I unintentionally ended up in the skyway to Bicutan.

Why did my faithful automotive-steed keel over and die in the intersection? He overheated. My poor baby suffered from an untimely heatstroke because my uncle’s idiot driver checked the water in the radiator and loosely placed the cap back on. Naturally, the cap fell off somewhere in the highway. Trust me, when my dad got off the car to ask for help at the Shell station one meter away (poor Bembol didn’t even reach the station), images of a car exploding were running through my head. And to makes things worse, there was a Shell oil tanker truck behind me that had to back up so he could go on. Okay, I’m laying off the action movies for a while. Bembol’s temperature gauge was off the charts, seriously beyond the red zone. I’ve never found the actual meaning of the word, “sputter”, until the mechanic bravely doused the radiator with water. Steam virtually exploded out and it wasn’t just from Bembol. If my dad was a hit-man, he’d have the driver’s name on the number two slot of his hit-list, after FPJ.

Oh and today, I made a boo-boo. Thinking that I can go around Makati Cinema Square, I drove into the Skyway. We went out for lunch, a much-awaited break from fixing up the stuff for the new apartment, and we ended up in Bicutan. The thing is, I have never been up there (skyway) and I didn’t know how much the toll would cost; besides, I was broke. Since dad is around, I never bother withdrawing from the atm. But today, he didn’t have change himself, and we had to fish the ashtray-turned-coin-box for five peso coins.

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