The Road Trip North: A Few Notes

I gave the heavily sedated telling of the road trip the last time; this time, a few notes.

One. I still live pretty much like a college dude. When it was time to sleep, Rem took out a kikay kit. I took out facial wash and uh, toothpaste. Angel remembers that time when she stayed over at the southern suburbs of Las Pinas: she looked for moisturizer the next morning. According to her, I replied with the “Uhh… Wut?” look. That’s pretty accurate; some skin/hair/body care products may as well have product descriptions written in alien.

So yeah. I’m stuck in the college dork phase in terms of personal hygiene and general vanity.

Two. Singing songs at the top of your lungs with the windows down and with wrong (butchered) lyrics is highly stress-relieving. This doesn’t really need much explanation but here are a few butchered songs:

My friend’s got a BOYFRIEND and I hate that bitch.

Pagka’t kulang ang dala kong pera… Pambili… uhmm.. Pambili sa mukha mong MAKAPAL…

Three. I am like a diesel engine. I need time to warm up and to sop up some coffee before being fully functioning. This barely needs explanation as well.

Four. Mental Conditioning works. Say no enough times, and eventually.

Five. I like taking pictures. I make do with my blurry phone camera because the human memory is a treacherous bitch that prints one’s fondest memories on heat-sensitive paper that fades when you’re not looking. So pictures are pretty much an attempt to preserve what my early-onset-of-old-age-stricken mind won’t be able to.

Six. Road rage is pretty much instinctive, especially when you are backing up on a narrow Vigan street and a moron rolls up behind you thinking you are backing up on a narrow Vigan street just for kicks.